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Allegra by countrymouse Allegra and the Mean Girls (L) (Chapter 1) There is no way Im wearing that Lakyn. Allegra said bashfully, she was able to hold both pieces of the bikini between two of her black-nailed fingers. Where is the rest of it? Its not that small Retro, The pretty blonde debated, Lakyn gaslighted her friends when she was trying to get them to do something. The bikini actually was quite skimpy. it will look so cute on you! Did you see the little skulls? This is for girls who have really great bodies, Lakyn. I dont yeah, youre unfuckable troll, Niki Taylor-looking mother fucker. Who? Okay, Ms. Teenage Dirtbag. She was like the hottest supermodel ever, if you let your hair go blonde you could be her daughter. Lakyn added, Put it on, Im buying it for you. Fine, Ill just wear my shirt over it anyway. Well see about that. Lakyn conspired with herself. ***** 2 Gabi and Riley were outside drinking boba tea out of huge cups and wielding a handful of newly purchased sunglasses, which they offered to their new friend. Gabi was the tallest of the trio, though shorter than Allegra, with a head of platinum blonde hair. As with all the Dumb Blondes, she was a stunning babe with a body that would turn a greek statues head. Gabi wore a breezy front buttoned dress that hugged her 20-inch waist It flared a couple of inches beneath her hip so that her slender tanned legs could play in the fresh air. She was, in a manner of speaking, the dumb one. The dumbest of the dumb blondes is what her girlfriends called her. She offset this flightiness by owning it and not taking herself too seriously. She often talked about having been a mean girl in high school and how she was trying to be more considerate. Where Gabi was the bombshell, in polarity Riley was a lilliputian package of sexy muscle. She had been a successful power gymnast, one of those girls that do the uneven bars and balance beam, who had decided not to go pro in favor of college. . Her hammered steel abs strained against her tank top when she exhaled. The girl wore hip-hugger jeans that hugged her snuggly around the hips, they were badly slashed leaving gashes all over the front and back, the pant legs had been cut so short that the pockets were hanging below the surviving hem so that her slim muscular legs were naked. Riley had bought the shorts that way. Riley was a bundle of energy who ran marathons and would still want to go dancing afterward. Riley was a fun date who was always up for anything but tended to fall asleep on the nearest person when things got boring. She took her personal health very seriously and more than once she had forbidden Allegra from eating twinkies, leading to heated arguments between them about veganism. Then there was Allegra, tall and skinny, with a stud in her nose, another in her belly button, and several piercings in her ear, wearing a Black Parade T-shirt that she had stolen and tailored from her best friend back home. She hadnt colored her hair since she left home last summer, so her jet black dye job was changing back to her natural blonde, but she still made the effort every morning to put on raccoon-eye mascara and black lipstick. She was still trying to figure out this dynamic. Back home she was the girl from the poor side of town that liked metal bands and Batman. Michael Keaton, not Christian Bale. Shed never been befriended because someone thought she was hot and would fit in with their clique of girly girls. Shed never been friends with any girls at all. She noticed The Dumb Blondes talking about her while she ran on the treadmill. The trio ambushed her while she was showering; while she was naked. They undressed in front of each other all the time and didnt understand boundaries. They liked her physique and suggested she try out for the squad. What the fuck? Allegra mumbled an uncomfortable thank you and hid in a bathroom stall naked till they left. Fate had it that Lakyn was in her English 120 class, and chatted with as if theyd known each other for years. Then they were having coffee, then she was at their place showing them Friday the 13th for the first time, and now they were all at the beach trying to get Allegra to wear a bikini. Lakyn bounced out of the store carrying a ridiculous pair of high-heeled sandals. Size 8 right Retro? Everything is legs and high-heels with you girls. Allegra criticized but accepted the sandals. Lakyn had been on the dance squad in high school and had done rhythmic gymnastics, one of those pretty girls who danced around with a huge ribbon and had the petite slender limbed look of a ballet dancer. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt cropped in half, which had the effect of making her waist appear even smaller, and tiny 4-inch volleyball shorts that only covered her tight buns. Allegra liked Lakyn the most, she was the Mama Bear of these girls. Always ready with a pep talk, and only cried when her friends cried. Surprisingly, once she got past all the hair products and beauty techniques her new pals were really sweet girls who actually seemed to like her. The Blondes had brought a change in her life as well, she found herself interested when Lakyn talked about fashion, and felt good after she joined Gabi in her morning skincare routine. Weeks of Riley dragging her to the gym were yielding results, Allegra had slimmed out a little and felt more confident Lakyn took Gabi aside covering her ear with her hand. Gabi giggled uncontrollably That tickles! Lakyn sighed with frustration and whispered to Riley instead. Whatever was said made the little powerhouse laugh, Thats awesome! Not everyone is built like Niki Taylor Retro. said Gabi between sips Besides, they make my hobbit legs look super long. That sentence brings up so many questions. You know what a hobbit is? Oh, I bet a guy showed you the movies. Shut up! I read the books, said Gabi Im smart, and Viggo Mortenson is a total Cavill. Hes fat and old now. Id still hit it. The four girls kept talking as they walked down to the beach. It was nearly 100 degrees in Los Angeles and the beach knocked that down by about 10. People were out under the hot sun in multitude, but Allie and the girls seemed to have a straight path to their spot near the water. She noted how confident the girls, who were all 5 foot nothing and without a dark strand of hair among them, were as they parted the sea of people. Thats what she and Jarod called hotness privilege. There was no place on earth that three good-looking blondes couldnt get into. The Dumb Blondes found a clear spot between a football game and a volleyball game. Each populated by boys their age, some cute enough to talk to them. Lakyn sorted the drinks out while Gabi and Riley laid out two huge blankets. Then the three of them stood in a row and waited. Allie was confused, What are you doing? Lakyn winked mischievously. Giving them time to get their phones out. Who is going first? ***** 3 Ill go. offered Riley. The girl took a few steps and then struck an awkward pose that models do on Instagram that is actually very uncomfortable. She let her hair down and flipped it a few times. Then she started gazing down at her own navel as though it held the secrets of the universe. Uh are you insane Riley? asked a bewildered Allegra. Sh! Riley giggled looking at Allegra briefly. Then she became thoughtful and mysterious again turning her attention back to her belly button. She played with it and whittled her delicate manicured fingers at the smooth heights and valleys of her finely honed bronze diaphragm. Very slowly the copper-toned, gilded blonde brought her hands down to the small button fly at the front of her minuscule Levi shorts. One by one she unfastened each metal stud pulling the lips apart so that a bit of the yellow cloth of her bikini bottoms could be seen. She hooked her thumbs into the waistline writhing her hips back and forth as she shimmied the denim down her hips. Woo! Sexy bitch! Cheered Lakyn. Riley held the bottom hem of her tank top and slowly lifted it to her bustline. There she lingered, sucking in her belly so that her delicious rock-hard abs could be admired. I wanna eat off of those! Gabi laughed. Then Riley went back to her shorts, purposefully turning around to show off her ass as she slowly slid the shorts down her polished, athletic legs. Lakyn and Gabi both mimed like they were spanking Riley.Booty, booty pop! The girl stood upright and finished drawing her tight-fitting top over her head, making sure that her hair cascaded in an attractive manner. Allegra saw that both the beach football and volleyball games being played on either side of them had called time out. The guys playing were pretending to discuss something but were really just checking the girls out. She self-consciously tugged her shirt down below her hips. And scene! Riley did a gymnast dismount throwing her arms out, palms up. She broke into laughter as her friends clapped then went to get a drink from the cooler. Riley switched on her beach playlist and started playfully grinding up against Allegra, who laughed and did her best to get into it. That was hot! My turn. Lakyn volunteered. The petite blonde kicked off her sandals and sat on her knees, hips thrust forward as though she was straddling a chair. She crossed her arms in front of her and leisurely pulled her loose crop top up over her small breasts and over her head making sure her soft curved-in belly got a good stretch. Look at them tasty abs! Riley catcalled. She crept her blue lycra running shorts down to her knees, then sat on her butt and slid them the rest of the way down her skinny legs. Lakyn whipped her hair around as she stood up, cocking one hip sideways, and placing a hand on each hip. She was another hardbody with nice toned arms and long dancers legs. Her bikini was white with blue flowers, and if one looked hard enough they could see that she was wearing one. Lakyn smiled as her friends cheered her on then pranced over to the cooler. Gabi went next. She was wearing a short front buttoned dress with snaps. She looked sideways and smiled coyly. At nobody. She took off her belt, brought her hands up to her bustline then simply ripped the short dress open like she was Superman. The dress popped open to exhibit the girls awe-inspiring hourglass figure underneath. Gabi stubbornly wore the same size bra as Riley even though the stretchy swimsuit material struggled to rein in her bountiful double Ds. Gabi was a little softer than the other girls but her curves were incontestable. Gabi let the dress slide down her arms and drop at her feet, standing in all her slender Rubenesque glory. She kept the pose long enough for the guys to get a good mental picture, and even some real pictures. The boys had given up all pretense of playing beach sports and had moved up closer to all trying to get a good look at this divine creature. Even Allegra found herself saying, Damn! Somewhere on the nearby street, they could hear a car slamming on its breaks followed by a crash. The girls looked at Allegra expectantly. ***** 4 Are you fucking kidding me? said the pasty, rail-thin girl. There is no way I am taking this shirt off around you sex queens! Dont be like that Alley, youre gorgeous, said Gabi sincerely. Allegra shot back. Whatever Gabi! You look like a freaking porn star! Aw, thanks Retro! Youre a major babe Allegra, if I wasnt seeing Steve I would totally make out with you. Riley chimed in, Wait, would you be into that? Dont pressure her, its okay. said Lakyn sounding disappointed, I bought that for you, but I dont want to make you feel uncomfortable. This is a safe space. Whats going on? Allegra understood the words but didnt believe them. You guys are acting weird. Lakyn was darting her eyes around giving Gabi and Riley silent commands. She then noticed the girls had maneuvered behind her as though to block her path. Allegra knew she had been set up and tried to run but Gabi and Riley caught her giggling maniacally. They attacked her shirt trying to wrestle it off of her but Allegra used her long limbs to fend off their grabby hands. Then something seized her legs pulled them out from under her. Allegra landed in the sand on her back and Lakyn was on top of her trying to hold down her elbows. Take off the shirt Retro! Fortunately, the girl wasnt heavy enough to hold Allegra down and she easily pushed her away, but when she got on all fours she was suddenly dealing with Riley. The squat powerhouse tried to hug her while she was in the down position, but Allegra wriggled out before she could lock her grip in and shimmied away. Hey! Then Gabi was all over her and Allegra was in a world of giggles, boobs, and sun tan oil. The girls rolled around in the sand, something men would probably pay good money to do with Gabi, trying to gain dominance. They were equally inept at fighting, Allegra couldnt get an advantage until she accidentally cuffed the bombshell on her right breast. Ow! That was my boob, Alley! The curvy blonde released her grip to massage her chest. Im so sorry Gabs..! Allegra apologized. She was lost in the splendid valley between Gabis breasts. and Im really sorry about this. Eek! My top! Allegra yanked the buxom blondes bikini top away and threw it as far as she could. That would keep Gabi out of the fight for a little while. Before the skinny Goth-chick ran off she did a double-take. Whoah, Gabi those are nice! The Bombshell blushed a little. Thanks! Good luck! She had not made two steps when she saw Riley in a 3-point football stance. The little firecracker yelled Spear! and tackled Allegra around the waist. Slamming hard into her belly. Hooph! She went down silent and wide-eyed, her diaphragm stalled, unable to suck in air. 120-pound Riley didnt help by landing with her knee in the pit of her flat stomach. Oh, sweetie! Are you okay? Get off! Allegra wheezed. When Riley shifted to sit hip to hip Allegra reflexively brought her leg up, nailing the small girl between her legs. Why? Riley grunted. Her eyes fluttered and she flopped down on top of her friend. The girls lay there moaning until Lakyn appeared and rolled Riley off of her. Allegra did her best to fend her off but Lakyn started tickling. Gabi and Riley sat on her arms pinning her to the sand, she kept kicking her bare legs but it did not bother Lakyn, who did the double gun pose with her biceps. Are you done? Alley gave her a dirty look and shook her head. You know theres a lot I could do to you now Retro. I could tickle you. she ran her little fingers up and down Allegras core giving rise to uncontrollable giggling. We could make out The captive said nothing but her eyes grew larger. She unconsciously thrust her pelvis against Lakyn. The dominant blonde raised an eyebrow, Interesting reaction, that wasnt a no. Lakyn brushed a strand of hair out of Allys face, leaning in You know Riley has a big crush on you. I dont know if you like flat-chested girls though. Lakyn! What the fuck? Ally closed her eyes as Lakyn hovered close, ready to accept whatever punishment she had in mind. She could smell the girls suntan lotion and bubblegum, mixed with some pheromone. She smelled amazing, and Allegra opened her mouth a little in expectation. Instead, she felt a cool breath in her ear that made her toes curl. I do too. She kisses her cheek and sat back up We can talk about it later. I could Lakyn continued her villain monologue, she made a fist and lined it up with Allegras belly button punch you in the gut! No! Oooh! Alley whimpered she wound up her legs defensively as Lakyn pretended to punch her. Instead, let out a dorky laugh and patted her tummy gently. No. Im nice. She reached off to the side and came back with fabric sheers. Are you going to take off the shirt? You wouldnt. Allegra dared, suppressing a laugh. I would, she said without a hint of nonsense, she tested the scissors. that pallid skin of yours needs some sun, Lakyn said coldly as she cut one shoulder of Allegras sleeveless Black Parade T-shirt, then the other. She set the scissors aside Are you going to take it off so we can see those awesome boobs? You know shell do it, said Riley. I still havent found my bikini top. Gabi moped. Allegra set her jaw proudly and said nothing. Have it your way Retro. Ill have to buy you a new one. She stood over the pinned girl holding the neckline of the Black Parade shirt and savagely tore upwards. The seams burst, ripping seem to seem as the vintage tee was wrenched clear of her body. Ha, ha! You bitch! laughed Riley Ahhh! Allegra had long slender arms and legs, a nice belly, and sublime breasts. She was one of those tall girls with straight, stretched-out figures. Her smooth white skin was paler than most people living in the sunny southwest, but it was already tanning nicely. It had to be done. Allegra. Lakyn stated pragmatically. She handed Ally a bottled water. You have to be more confident, and know that youre a babe of consequence if youre going to be our new best friend. To Gabi, she said, See? Im smart too. Whoah that was hot. She heard a guy say. Lets go talk to them, I got dibs on the tall one. said another. Once the girls set her free she bent down and wrapped her arms around her knees to cover herself up. She picked up the scraps of her shirt sadly. I liked that shirt. ***** 5 You know those arent toys Allegra had never felt so cheeky in her young life. The bikini Lakyn bought her was a suit in name only. 45$ for 3 eye patches sewn together with floss. She did like the cute little skulls wearing pirate hats on it though. Riley pulled out a tube of sunblock, insisting Allegra apply it to her skin. This led to another round of tickle wrestling that ended with the pint-sized gymnast sitting reverse cowgirl on her back rubbing lotion all over her. Her feelings were divided on how willing and eager these girls were to grope her, but she also surprised herself at how quickly she surrendered. Wouldnt want to burn these sweet buns, Sweet Buns. Said Riley giving each buttock a spank. She climbed off of Ally and used the residual salve on her own legs. Why did you only bring water? Allegra asked, searching through the drink cooler, theres nothing to eat either? Gabi, who was holding a tanning mirror on her chest, chimed in Oh we dont bring anything but water. The Lord giveth, added Lakyn, Heads up Retro At her friends warning, Allegra looked up. In the summer sky, there was a white volleyball with a curly blue stripe, getting larger and larger till it filled her vision. She raised her hands up to shield herself but the ball missed her face and spiked her in the stomach instead. Woof! For the second time that day Allegra had the wind knocked out of her. The volleyball bounced off her narrow unsuspecting abdomen with a thump. The lanky girl folded around the ball, she lifted a leg and hunched over before dropping to the ground to double up over her knees. New girl always gets the ball chucked at her. Stated Gabi as though it were an ordinary thing. Sorry about that, could we get our ball back? A good-looking, suitably muscular, young man about their age jogged up to them. He winced as he saw the cute Goth chick rolled up agonizing on the towel. Oh whoops, is Morticia okay? Fuck you, Gomez! Allegra moaned curling into a ball. Youd better get her a beer if you are going to have any chance of getting her number, Said Lakyn, standing close Do you have beer? A big stupid grin grew on the kids face as his eyes traveled up and down Lakyns ballet dancer figure. Yeah Ill go get her a beer Four beers! Lakyn called after him, and some snacks. Allegra chuckled as the guy ran off. Is he seriously going to give us beer so well hang out with him? Oh honey, hot girls never pay for drinks, dont you know that? She was not certain if Riley was being condescending. Like 99 percent of the things men do is to get women to talk to them. Do you think Bartholdi and Eiffel would have designed Lady Liberty if they werent trying to impress their wives? said Gabi. They were paid a lot of money, Allegra set out. Right. Gabi affirmed, They were paid a lot of money so that they could impress their wives. That gave Allegra pause. She thought of all those years she hung out with Jarod at his moms house. They shared interests in music and philosophy long before she began to find him attractive. Girls liked his humor and even though he was fat, he was tall and strong. Allegra scared those girls away, not wanting to see Jarod cuckolded. She also suspected he might be gay. All those years Ally was right there and he never made a move on her, treating her like a sister. Unless Gabi, what are you going to school for? The curvy blonde smiled, Cosmology! Why? I think you just changed my life ow! Before she could express her revelation a football sailed her direction and hit Ally in the head. You motherfuckers! Calm down Retro, said Riley grabbing Allegras hand and towing her after They want to show off their football skills But I dont like football. and maybe tackle you a few times. ***** 6 Little Riley was popular with the footballers. She was fit, played well, and had no reservations about roughhousing with the boys. The guys had no issue with that at all. All that hard muscle made Riley surprisingly heavy for a girl that barely scratched 1 and a half meters. She just laughed when she was given the ball and they carried her into the end zone. Even the other team started doing it. After each goal, the game would stop while Riley walked the enthusiastic boys through some of the most basic cheerleading stunts. The L-Stand, the Pony Mount, the Swedish Falls. They convinced Allegra to let them throw her around as well. Allegra was having fun but had trouble keeping up with the boys who had 50 to 100 lbs on her. At first, she didnt understand why they kept giving Allegra the ball, she was the worst player on the team. Then she reasoned that if she had it, they had reason to tackle her. She had received a lot of accidental elbows and knees to the belly and finally decided the game was too rough for her when one guy, Mike, handed off the ball to her by stuffing it hard up into her gut. She went down with a moan and didnt go back in. Mike apologized, and the boys backed off with the rough stuff once Riley had a firm chat with them, but Allegra was done. The Blondes explained to her later that some guys were turned on by the faces and oofs girls made when they took one in the belly. Men are weird. They coaxed Lakyn and Gabi over to do a 3 girl cheer routine. Then Lakyn stayed for a few plays but Gabi was more interested in sunbathing, which nobody complained about either. Around 8 oclock the sun set and the Dumb Blondes were invited to join the footballers around their fire. Riley was hanging out with the guy, Branson, who was working Base for her when she was stunting earlier. He had a guitar with which he had greater enthusiasm than skill, but Riley also thought that she could sing. They were both wrong but they were cute together. Gabi had 3 guys hovering around her, but she was more interested in encouraging Riley. Allegra was happy to sit by herself by the fire and make smores. She was going back home in a few weeks and had some things to consider, what was she going to do when she saw Jarod again? Would he even recognize this version of her? Lakyn had been talking to a guy throughout the day but she suddenly appeared alone and plopped down into Allegras lap. Hey, Retro. Hey. What happened to whats his name? Dan, she said, disappointed. Republican. Oh yikes. Its alright, I really just want to hang out with you anyway, if thats okay. Allegra tussled her friends hair. Of course! Maybe I could run something past you? Lakyn adjusted her position so she could look at Allegra comfortably. When I go back home, Im going to see my best friend. That guy you friend-zoned? she confirmed. Yeah. Jarod, Allegra did not think of it that way until Lakyn said it, but she was right. hes a good guy, and I think hes been in love with me for a long time. Theres something wrong with him if he doesnt. Ive only known you for a month and Im in love with you. Lakyn said with a wink. They both knew she was only half-joking. I honestly didnt realize it until I was living here. I dont know what Im going to do when I see him again. You dont owe him anything, what matters is how you feel. the petite blonde played with her hair while Allegra thought about it. In a way, he was my boyfriend all through high school. Allegra said, We just never did anything. If we never do, I think I will regret it. Youre not coming back? Lakyn said sadly. It was weird hearing it said in her voice, but Allegra said Of course I am! Youre my girls! Lakyn lighted at that Im just going to rock his world, a few times. Yay! But then theres mmm! Allegra was embarrassed to finish her thought. Lakyn gently pulled Allegras lips down to hers. At first, it was just a soft brush, but the taste of suntan lotion, bubble gum, and brine filled her senses compelling Allegra to explore deeper. She locked her hand behind Lakyns head and aggressively plunged her tongue into the girls mouth. The diminutive blonde eagerly matched Allegras rhythm pulling her in vigorously. Allegra was giddy and lightheaded when they broke the kiss, overwhelmed with arousal. Lakyn smiled up at her flushed pink. Your turn Gabi. Allegra was surprised to see that the voluptuous blonde had moved and was sitting next to them cross-legged. Gabi put a finger, painted pink with a glitter flower, on Allegras freshly christened lips. Shh Just go with it. Gabi was warm, soft, and tasted like strawberries. Just as Allegra would imagine. Gabi giggled as though the kiss tickled her, it was contagious and soon they were both laughing with released sexual tension. Riley? Its about damn time! Riley said impatiently. Ive been waiting all day, we drew straws on who was going to kiss you first. She was sitting on the other side so that the girls formed a triangle around Allegra. The pint-sized sparkplug put her fingers behind Allegras ears and boldly pulled the girls mouth against hers. Oh, and Lakyn lost? No, she won. Cmere Retro The kiss was hungry and uneven as Riley took what she wanted, with no regard for Allegras well-being, letting out weeks of attraction and sexual frustration on Allegra. Seeking to devour her. Allegra wasnt strong enough to push her away, not that she wanted to. When Riley was done with her Allegra breathed hard, swooning with desire. Riley grinned, Could I have my bra back babe? In their heated exchange, Allegra had unwittingly pulled the strings on Rileys top and now held them in her hand. The tall blonde smiled defiantly No. Come get them yourself. Youve never had sex, Lakyn concluded. Youre worried you wont know what youre doing when the time comes. She helped Allegra to her feet and kept hold of her hand. Theres a private spot down the beach. Do you want to go? Allegra nodded and let the 3 girls guide her down the beach. Allegra Caught Naked (Chapter 2) Allegra grabbed a towel off the rack as she stepped out of the shower. She stood in front of the full-length mirror as she made a turban for her hair. In her year away at college Allegra had become a very different young woman. She had spent high school in heavy mascara and black lipstick, sitting on the outside of social circles with her only friend Jarod. Allegra finished wrapping her head towel and took a moment to check herself. When she left home she decided to leave everything behind, including the pessimistic girl she used to be. She started wearing girls clothes and watching what she ate. From one summer to the next she had lost a little weight and felt confident enough to wear those short summer dresses that made her skinny legs look a mile long. She had even started wearing bikinis, saw how men lost their minds when she did and wondered why her gender was having such a hard time taking over society. Wow! Said a deep male voice. Allegra spun around to see Jarod standing at the doorway staring at her. Wet, nude, and in the best shape of her life. Oops! the naked 20-year-old squeaked. Her face turned hot with embarrassment, but she made no move to cover her body. She made a quick glance down at herself to confirm there was no towel there. Nope. Allegra tried to sound calm, but her voice gave her away. How long have you been there? Jarod still hadnt blinked. He was a huge guy that dwarfed little Allegra, yet always made her feel safe and protected. They were like brother and sister until they werent. Once there was some distance between them Allegra realized she had an enormous, unrequited crush on him. She had no delusions of having a relationship with him, but she could at least jump his bones while she was visiting. Not long enough. He finally answered. I uh just got home. Mom said you were taking a nap. Would I go into the bathroom to take a nap? She said with sarcasm. Doesnt look like a nap. Jarod nodded, continuing to ogle her bare breasts. Allegra yelped again, realizing that she was still standing with her arms at her side. She threw herself into the cute naked woman pose, putting a hand between her legs and wrapping an arm across her chest. Didnt Barb teach you to knock before you walk into a shower? Jarod finally made eye contact, but only for a second Hey! This is MY trailer; I heard the water stop so I came in. I didnt know you were going to be standing there admiring yourself. Admiring myself? Allegra raised her voice. Youre the one staring! Well Jarod stuttered, he had to choose his next words carefully Its your fault for getting hot Ally. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Allegra said in mock outrage and a little genuine hurt. Jarod looked terrified, Youve always been flat and skinny, but you look really tight. When did you get hooters? Allegra rolled her eyes in revulsion, Hooters? Really Jay? Jarod shrugged Funbags? Ive always had them dumbass! Allegra said a little more quietly. She had heard Jarod describe girls as tight when he wanted to fuck them. We used to call you Chicken Legs Who said I had Chicken Legs? Allegra challenged, outraged. Jarod backpaddled, Not just me, everybody did. You look like you could kill James Bond with those now though That doesnt make it okay Jay! She screamed again, and you are STILL ogling me. Ogling..? Stop looking at me naked! What am I supposed to do? NOT look at a nice ass? Nice ass..? Allegra stumbled. Are you talking about my butt? Jay was being crude and objectifying her. She was more shaken by the fact that he was flirting with her, and she wasnt sure how to handle it. Could you at least turn away for a second? Jarod fumbled with his pockets pulling out his phone. Shit, youre right I should be filming this! You mother fucker! Dont you dare! Allegra demanded stifling a giggle. Ow! No punching! The leggy blonde was on him like a wildcat. Futilely pounding his chest with tiny fists. Youd better watch where you put that hand pal! He tried to push her away firmly but kept grabbing on to things he didnt want to let go of. Help! Im being attacked by a naked cheerleader! She was slick with shower water and kept slipping past his defense. Cheerleader? Those are fighting words! Dont hurt yourself Alley. Get off! What do you think Im trying to do? That made Jarod pause, allowing Allegra to get on top of him and pin him down with her elbows. In retaliation, he put his hand on his favorite boob and left it there. Jarod had been in love with her since they were 13. She smelled like flowers. Allegra moved his hand to a more comfortable spot. Careful, thats not a toy. Do you surrender? A smoking hot chick broke into my house, took off her clothes, and is now straddling me. How is this a loss? Allegra laughed, kissing Jarod savagely on the mouth as she had always wanted to. Shut the fuck up, you idiot. Allegra's Job Interview (Chapter 3) Allegra was walking around naked yesterday1 Lakyn blurted out during a lull in the conversation. Allegras jaw dropped. Lakyn! I told you that privately! Riley slapped the table What? Im sorry, its too funny. Lakyn shrugged. OMG! Tell, tell, tell! Gabi squealed excitedly. Oh fine! Allegra was put on the spot, but she told the story anyway. So the other day I was going to a job interview, you know that club on Basin Street? She began. I was on the bus and it stopped suddenly, I reached for the overhead bar, but then I heard this ripping sound and I looked down, she explained. I couldnt believe it. I was standing there in just my panties! Lakyn suppressed a giggle, trying to sound sympathetic. Oh no, you poor thing, she said. I was in my DJ outfit, Allegra explained. One of my T-shirts and a black miniskirt, dress for the job you want right?. But when the skirt ripped Gabis eyes widened with excitement at the description. Wow, you must have looked so hot, she said with a grin. But what about your legs? Were they bare or were you wearing stockings? I was wearing the fishnet stockings, Allegra confirmed. At least I had something on to cover up a bit. Riley snickered. I bet it was quite a leg show, she teased. Allegra rolled her eyes. It was so embarrassing. Lakyn covered her mouth to stifle a giggle while Gabi leaned in closer, eager for more details. Oh my god, what did you do? she asked. Allegra shrugged. I just grabbed the skirt and covered myself as best as I could, she said. But the other passengers didnt exactly make it easy for me. Riley let out a laugh. I can imagine, he said. What did they say? They were all making jokes and catcalling me, Allegra said, rolling her eyes. One guy even asked for my number. Gabis eyes widened. No way! she exclaimed. Allegra took a deep breath and continued her story, trying to keep her voice steady despite the embarrassment still burning on her cheeks. So then I went up to the driver and asked him when wed be getting to Basin Street, she said. And he just looked at me and raised an eyebrow. Do you know youre not wearing any pants? he asked. Her friends gasped and giggled, and Allegra couldnt help but laugh along with them. I mean, I knew I wasnt wearing pants, but to have someone point it out like that? Oh my god! she said. But he was surprisingly cool about it. He just told me that wed be there in twenty minutes. Lakyn shook her head in disbelief. How awkward! she said. I dont know how you managed to stay so calm. I think it was just adrenaline at that point, Allegra shrugged. I was just trying to get through the situation as quickly as possible. Riley, still chuckling to herself, interjected. Come on, youve got to admit that its pretty funny, she said, grinning widely. I mean, everyones always trying to see you naked. Allegra shook her head, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. Well, Id rather they didnt, she said, a bit exasperated. The worst part was when my shirt got caught in the bus door, she said. I was pulling and tugging, trying to get free, but it just kept getting worse. Gabi gasped in shock, OMG! What happened? Allegra continued her story, I fell when the bus took off but got back up and run after the bus. It kept going down the street, and it dragged me with it! I was trying to yank it free, and grab onto anything I could reach. Lakyn listened with a look of disbelief on her face, That sounds absolutely insane! How did you handle that? I didnt, Allegra admitted with a small laugh. I was freaking out and panicking the whole time! And then it ripped my shirt off! Took my bra too! Riley let out a burst of laughter, Oh my god, I bet they loved that! Allegra rolled her eyes, Yeah, it was a real crowd-pleaser. Lakyn looked concerned, Oh no! What did you do? Allegra rolled her eyes and replied sarcastically, What do you think I did? I just stood there watching my shirt flapping in the breeze until I realized that I was topless in the middle of downtown L.A. Gabis eyes widened, You were totally naked? Allegra blushed, Well, I had my underwear and stockings on she trailed off. What color were the panties you were wearing? Riley said, still trying to stifle a giggle. Allegra rolled her eyes. Really, Riley? You want me to describe my underwear now? Well, yeah, Riley said, grinning mischievously. I mean, its all about the details, right? Lakyn chimed in, still trying to contain her laughter. Shes got a point, Allegra. What kind of panties were they? Allegra groaned, but couldnt help but laugh along with her friends. Fine, fine, she said, shaking her head. They were black, okay? And lacy. Gabi let out a low whistle. Ooh, fancy, she said. And what about your stockings? Were they ripped too? No, thankfully they were still intact, Allegra said, relieved to move on from the discussion of her underwear. But they were definitely stretched out by the end of that whole ordeal. Lakyn leaned in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. You know what would make this story even better? If you had taken a selfie or something. Then we could have really seen the outfit. Allegra shook her head, still blushing at the memory of the whole incident. Are you kidding me? The last thing I wanted was photographic evidence of that moment. Riley was laughing so hard she started wheezing. You cant stop there, what happened then? Well I think I screamed like a girl, she said. And I was running around in panic, trying to cover myself up. But there were so many people staring at me! But thats not the end of it!, Allegra continued. I ran after my shirt, trying to grab from the bus door, it was one of my vintage Ts, and a huge wave of water hit me and knocked me to the ground. Riley let out a burst of laughter, Oh my god, I bet you were a sight to see! Allegra rolled her eyes. It was so embarrassing, she said. I was completely soaked and my makeup was running down my face. And to top it off, people were laughing and making crude comments. Lakyn looked concerned, Are you okay, Allegra? That sounds terrible. Allegra nodded, Yeah, Im fine. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. Gabi leaned in closer, What did you do? she asked. I just got up and ran away, Allegra admitted. I didnt want to stick around and make things worse. Gabi was curious, What happened with your interview, Allegra? Oh, you wont believe it. So, after the whole bus incident, I just ran into the nearest building, which happened to be the club I was interviewing at. Lakyn burst into laughter, No way, you went to the interview naked? Well, I had to, I didnt have any other clothes! Allegras cheeks hurt from laughing so hard. But the guy was surprisingly cool about it. He gave me one of the uniforms to wear and one of the girls let me use her make-up, and we still did the interview. You cant imagine talking about a job to some guy who has just seen your boobs. I still cant get over the mental image of you hopping around topless! Riley was in hysterics. Thats hilarious! Im surprised I havent seen a clip of it yet. I bet you could charge people to see you like that! said Gabi sincerely. Through her laughter, Lakyn tried to sound soothing. Oh my gosh, I cant believe that happened to you, Allegra! It must have been so embarrassing. But you handled it like a pro! Did you get the job? Lakyn added. I did! Allegra beamed proudly, I start tonight! He said I really made an impression. Gabi did jazz hands and cheered. Oh my god, Allegra, thats insane! You deserve it! Lakyn took a sip of her iced tea. Ill bet you did! Gymnastics Meet Mishap (Chapter 4) As the group finished their meal and ordered drinks, Gabi leaned in toward Allegra with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. OMG, Lakyn! Tell her about Rileys leotard! Dont you dare, Gabby Gabi! Rileys face drained of color, her voice shook slightly, and she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, visibly uncomfortable with the attention. She warned Gabi, I will haunt you from the grave! Allegra turned to Riley with a huge smile, intrigued by what Gabi had just said. No way! Do you have a naked girl in public story too? she asked. Riley begged, Oh, come on guys, can we please talk about something else? She shifted in her seat, looking around the room nervously, hoping to change the subject. But Gabi wasnt ready to let it go. Okay, okay, its my story, so I will tell it, Riley knew that the story was going to be told one way or another, so she might as well be the one to tell it. Riley took a deep breath, she began, her voice shaky with nervous energy. It was actually my last competition And seriously, Riley was bangin back then, Gabi said with a big grin. When she took off her sweats, her legs were like BAM! And her calves were just wow. Gabi made a small circle with her thumbs and fingers to emphasize her point. And her waist was like this she continued, using her hands to gesture a small waistline. Riley rolled her eyes but couldnt help but smile at Gabis exaggerated gesture. They were definitely one of the reasons I recruited her for cheerleading, Lakyn chimed in, nodding her head in agreement. I mean, when we saw her perform at that competition, we knew we had to have her on our team. And when she took off those sweats, we were all just like, damn. I didnt even realize they looked that good, Riley admitted, feeling a little self-conscious. Please, Riley, you were a total babe. Gabi rolled her eyes. You made the rest of us look like schlubs. Oh, trust me, they did, Lakyn said with a grin. I remember thinking that I needed to step up my leg game because Riley was just killing it. We were doing well, feeling pretty confident at that point, Riley went on, but then just as I started my balance beam routine, I noticed a small rip in my leotard. I thought it was no big deal and that I could just deal with it after my routine, but boy was I wrong. Oh no! Allegra laughed. Why didnt you stop? I was in a team competition, you cant stop! They would have zeroed me and the whole team would have lost. Riley explained, still cringing at the memory. Gabi tilted her head, Wow, really? They would dock points even if her bra was showing. Lykan offered. I dont wear anything under my leo, I never did, its uncomfortable. Riley nodded in agreement. It started as a small tear, barely noticeable, but as I performed my routine, it seemed to expand and grow with each split, flip, and cartwheel. Allegras eyes widened as she listened intently, fascinated by the details of the incident. Oh my gosh, Riley, that must have been so nerve-wracking! she exclaimed. It was the longest routine of my life, she admitted, her hands still covering her chest protectively. Every time I moved, I could feel the fabric pulling and tugging against my skin, threatening to expose me to the world. I tried to ignore it, to focus on my routine and block out the distractions, but it was impossible. The sensation was too strong, too overwhelming. Gab giggled, She did the whole thing with her little boobs hanging out. Riley self-consciously put her hands over her chest. I could feel the fabric slipping down my legs, she continued her voice barely above a whisper. I was praying that it wouldnt come off completely, but at the same time, I couldnt wait to get off that beam. Gabi let out a loud laugh, unable to contain herself any longer. It was the ultimate unintentional striptease, she quipped, causing everyone to laugh. Riley rolled her eyes, trying to hide her smile. It wasnt funny at the time, you guys, she said, her tone slightly defensive. Allegra gasped, Oh my gosh! How embarrassing! Riley heaved a deep sigh, shaking her head in disbelief as she recounted the incident. As I approached the final jump before my dismount, I knew my leotard was barely holding on, she said, her voice trailing off, but I had to push through and complete the routine. It was like a ticking time bomb, waiting to go off. What did you do? Allegra asked, enthralled by the story. Gabi and Lakyn exchanged knowing looks, their amusement evident. And the best part was when you finally landed your dismount, and your leotard fluttered away, Lakyn said, unable to hold back her laughter. Allegra asked, So, you were completely naked in front of everyone? Ta-da! Gabi was on her feet and jumped into Rileys dismount pose, one leg out and arms up. Naked girl! The group burst into uncontrollable laughter. Even Riley couldnt help but crack a smile at the absurdity of it all. Lakyn joined in the fun, mimicking Rileys movements as she recounted the routine. And then she did this little spin, and the crowd went wild! Lakyn exclaimed, twirling around the room. Allegra was doubled over with laughter, gasping for air as she tried to compose herself. Oh my god, you guys are killing me! she managed to say between giggles. Gabi, still in character as naked girl, hammed it up for the group. I mean, I dont blame the judges for giving her a perfect 10. She was definitely the most memorable gymnast of the competition, she said, winking at Riley. Allegras eyes widened, Really? Thats crazy! Lakyn nodded, Yes! And let me tell you, it was quite a sight to see. Riley was all red-faced, but the team was so proud of her. They were shouting her name and cheering like crazy. It was like something out of a movie. The whole arena went nuts, Gabi added, still laughing. I mean, people were on their feet and screaming like it was the Super Bowl or something. Then, Lakyn picked up, her team rushed to congratulate her. They were so excited that they lifted Riley up on their shoulders and paraded her around the arena. And then, they poured the keg of water over her head in celebration. Riley couldnt help but smile at the memory. It was actually kind of fun, in a weird way. I mean, I was so embarrassed, but seeing how happy my teammates were made it all worth it. Gabi couldnt contain herself any longer. I have pictures! she exclaimed, pulling out her phone. Can I see? Allegra asked eagerly, leaning over Gabis shoulder. Lakyn joined in the teasing, Yeah, Riley, you were like the hottest girl on the team! I mean, your abs were like chiseled stone. Riley blushed at Lakyns words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride. Oh, come on, you guys are just being ridiculous, she protested, but couldnt help but feel a little flattered at the same time. I was just in good shape because of all the training. It wasnt anything special. But seriously, Riley, Gabi chimed in, with a sly smile. You had abs for days. I remember you would always wear those cropped tops to practice and make the rest of us feel bad about ourselves. Riley laughed at the memory. I didnt mean to make you feel bad, Gabi. I just wanted to show off all the hard work I put in. Well, it definitely paid off, Allegra added with a grin. You are a total bombshell. Riley smiled at the compliment. Thanks, guys. Its nice to know that my hard work doesnt go unnoticed. Of course not, Gabi said, giving her a playful punch on the arm. And even if it did, we have the pictures to prove it. Gabi began scrolling through her pictures. Guys always want proof when I tell that story, she defended herself, holding up the phone for the group to see. Rileys eyes widened as she saw the image of herself, completely nude, on the screen. Gabi! You cant just carry around pictures of me like that! What can I say? You were hot back then. Gabi pouted defensively, she showed off the pictures on her phone, giggling. See, look at her abs! And her legs! And her Riley snatched the phone out of Gabis hand. Okay, okay, thats enough. Can we please change the subject now? Im starting to feel like a piece of meat here. Allegra snickered. You know, you could probably sell those pictures online for some serious cash. Riley groaned and buried her face in her hands. I cant believe this is my life. Kiss and Tell (Chapter 5) The show host, Samantha, stepped up to the mic and addressed the audience, Welcome back to their favorite game show, Kiss & Tell! Today, we will be testing couples knowledge of each other before we blindfold one of them and they are kissed by their partner and two strangers. If they can guess which kiss was from their partner, they win! She continued, And as always, there are fantastic prizes for the winners. Lets bring out Lakyn, who will tell us more about what the lucky couples could take home today! Lakyn, the stunning blonde, made her way onto the stage, wearing a tight-fitting dress that showed off her great legs. She took the mic from Samantha and began her spiel, Todays winners will receive not one, but TWO of everything! Thats right, two cars, two vacations, two sets of cookware, because lets face it, they will be breaking up right after this game anyway! The audience laughed at Lakyns sarcastic humor, and she continued to joke about the ups and downs of relationships. John watched her intently, admiring her quick wit and charming personality. He had seen Lakyn on TV for months, but seeing her in person, she was even more petite and delicate than he had imagined, with a tiny waist that he couldnt take his eyes off of. Samantha turned to the next contestant, a middle-aged woman named Karen. So, Karen, are you excited to find out which kiss belongs to your partner? Karen smiled nervously. Yes, I am. I have a feeling I might be able to tell. The host chuckled. Well, well see about that. Now, lets blindfold Karen and bring out the kissers! As Karen was blindfolded, the audience could see her husband standing next to her. They watched as the three kissers were introduced. John kept his eyes on Lakyn, admiring her beauty and grace. Finally, it was Karens turn to receive her three kisses. The first kisser stepped forward and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on her lips. She tried her best to go along with it, but couldnt help but cringe at the feeling of saliva dripping down her chin. As the kisser stepped back, Karen shook her head. No, that cant be my partner. Theyre a neat freak and would never kiss like that. It was way too sloppy. The host nodded in understanding. Interesting observation, Karen. Lets see how the next kiss compares. The second kisser approached, and Karen took a deep breath. After the kiss, she shook her head. No, that one wasnt it either. It was toogentle. My partner is a passionate kisser, and that kiss just didnt have the spark that we have. Samantha grinned. Well, that leaves us with the third kiss. Do you think that was your partners kiss? Karen nodded confidently. Yes, I do. It just felt right. The host turned to the kisser who delivered the third kiss. Alright, lets see if Karen is correct. Are you the partner? The kisser removed their mask, revealing Karens husband. Karen squealed in delight and ran to embrace him. John watched the scene with a smile, happy for the couples success, but his mind is still on Lakyn. Finally, the second show ended and the models started walking into the audience to deliver their kisses. John watched as Lakyn playfully kissed an old man on the forehead, feeling a twinge of disappointment. However, his spirits lifted as she began to walk towards his section. As Lakyn approached him, John felt his heart racing. She was even more beautiful in person, and he couldnt take his eyes off her legs as she made her way down the aisle. When she stopped at his row, he felt his stomach flip. Hi there, are you ready for a kiss? Lakyn said with a smile as she leaned in close. Do you mind if I sit in your lap? John could not believe what he was hearing, Uh, sure, his voice shaking slightly as he put his arms around her tiny waist. As John placed his hand on Lakyns bare thigh, he felt the coolness of her skin send goosebumps up his arm, and he couldnt help but feel a sense of arousal. For hours, he had been mesmerized by the sight of Lakyns long, toned legs, and now he could finally feel them under his fingertips. He was in awe of the smoothness of her skin, marveling at how soft and silky it felt. He couldnt help but run his hand up and down her thigh, taking in the sensation of her flesh as he squeezed her thigh gently. As Lakyn settled onto his lap, John tried his best to keep his hands from wandering, but he couldnt help but feel a little aroused by her closeness. Lakyn seemed to sense his nervousness and she lightly massaged his earlobe while speaking softly to him. Are you okay? she asked, her voice gentle. John nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. Yeah, Im good. Youre so sweet, Lakyn said, shifting her weight in his lap. Whats your name? John, he replied, feeling nervous but trying to act casual. Lakyn smiled at him, then leaned in for the kiss. As she did, John was struck by Lakyns intoxicating scent and The taste of the fruity lip gloss she wore. Like a mix of mint and something sweet. He couldnt help but feel a little lightheaded as she pressed her lips against his and lightly massaged his ear. His heart was racing, and he struggled to keep his hands in place. Just as he was starting to get comfortable, Lakyn surprised him by sneaking her tongue into his mouth. John was momentarily taken aback, but quickly followed her lead, letting their tongues dance together. As the buzzer went off, signaling the end of the 30-second kiss, Lakyn didnt immediately pull away. Instead, she went hard on the kiss, pushing her tongue into Johns mouth and exploring every inch. John was caught off guard by the sudden intensity of the kiss, but he didnt resist. Instead, he let himself be carried away by the passion and the heat of the moment. For a few more seconds, Lakyns lips were locked onto his, and John could feel her tongue moving back and forth in his mouth. He could taste the fruity sweetness of her lip gloss and feel her breath on his skin. Youre a great kisser, John, Lakyn said, wiping her lipstick off of his face as she pulled back. Thanks for being such a good sport. I have to get back to work okay? She smiled mischievously at him, then jumped up off his lap, giving him a playful wink as she moved on to the next audience member. John sat there in a daze, hardly believing what had just happened. He couldnt stop thinking about Lakyn and how amazing she had tasted and smelled. The rest of the show passed in a blur, but John couldnt wait to see Lakyn again. As soon as the show was over, he made his way to the autograph table and waited in line for his chance to talk to her. When he finally made it to the front of the line, Lakyn smiled and greeted him warmly. Hey, its nice to see you again, she said, leaning in close. John felt his heart skip a beat as he handed her his program to sign. Yeah, its great to see you too, he managed to say, his voice still shaking slightly. I had a really great time kissing you, she said with a playful smile. As Lakyn signed his program, she slipped him a piece of paper with her phone number written on it. I have a day off next week, she whispered. Maybe we can grab a coffee, and do it again? John couldnt believe his luck. He smiled and nodded, feeling like the happiest man on earth. I would love that, he said. As he walked away John felt like he had just won the lottery.

A Streaker started it all By Vanessa Evans Part 6 When Angie got to work on the Monday morning she had just finished her coffee when she got a phone call telling her to go to Mr. Whitelock’s office. “Wants his daily fix of looking at my pussy.” Angie thought as she walked there. Assuming her revealing position Angie waited whilst her boss’s eyes hovered on her pussy. After a couple of minutes Mr. Whitelock said, “Good morning Angie, I trust that you had a good weekend. Now, I know that as an intern we aren’t paying you much and I know that you are wanting to push the limits of your new found freedom so I’ve got a little something for you that I believe will help you.” “Oh, thank you sir.” Angie replied as Mr. Whitelock handed her a little gift carrier. “That wasn’t necessary and I don’t really know what to say.” “You just said all that I was expecting Angie. Just be careful where you open it you may not want the others in the office to see it, and don’t tell them where you got it or they’ll all want one, well Mandy anyway.” “Yes sir, I will be discrete, and thank you again.” Angie took the carrier back to her desk and put it in one of her desk drawers, Then she bent over and started to open the packaging whilst it was still in the carrier in the drawer. When she saw what it was she gasped and blushed. “Oh my gawd, I can’t believe that my boss would buy me a remote controlled vibrator.” Angie thought. She sat back in her chair and whist her heartbeat slowly returned to normal Angie realised that she would have to demonstrate it to her boss., but before that she would have to work out how to control and charge it. The latter was her priority so that’s the part of the little instructions manual that she read first. Managing to plug it in hidden behind some books Angie read some more then installed the app onto her phone then decided that she should really do some work. An hour or so later Angie put the vibrator into her bag then went to the bathroom where she eased the egg shaped vibrator into her naturally well lubricated vagina. That was the first proper vibrator that Angie had ever had. Like most girls she had experimented with all sorts of objects but, until recently, had never thought about getting herself a vibrator or a dildo. One good reason being that she didn’t have the money. Angie moved around as much as she could in the limited space available so that she could see, or should I say feel what it was like to have an object like that inside her vagina. Satisfied that it wasn’t going to fall out she went back to her desk and started the app on her phone. Not knowing exactly what to expect she slid her finger up her phone, gasped, tried to keep still then quickly slid her finger back down the screen. “Oh my gawd,” she thought, “that was awesome.” Then she slid her finger partially up the screen again, this time just quietly sighing as the egg burst into life again. “This is going to be fun.” Angie thought, “and it’s going to take a bit of getting used to. I hope that it doesn’t make me cum, well not here in the office.” Then Angie had a naughty idea. She picked up her phone and went and knocked on Mr. Whitelock’s door. “Come in.” Angie went in and assumed her usual position. After a couple of minutes Mr. Whitelock looked up from Angie’s pussy and said, “What can I do for you Angie?” “Thank you again for the present, I thought that you might like to be the first to control me.” With that Angie stepped forward and put her phone on Mr. Whitelock’s desk right in front of him. Mr. Whitelock smiled and said nothing as Angie stepped back to her usual position, but this time with her legs a little further apart. Mr. Whitelock was as new to remote controlled vibrators as Angie was and he slid his finger around on the screen causing Angie to jump and dance around. When he finally looked up at Angie she had her right hand cupping her pussy, her left hand squeezing her left tit and her thighs clamped together. “Now that would be classed as lewd behaviour you lady. You must keep your hands off your body.” Angie tried but the vibrations were so intense that she struggled to move her hands as she transferred her weight for one foot to the other then back again. After what seemed like hours but was probably less that a minute Angie managed get over to the desk and slide a finger down her phone’s screen. “Oh jeez.” Angie said as the vibrations decreased and she was back in control. “Sir, the higher that bar goes up the screen the more intense the vibrations are. You just gave me a long blast at maximum vibrations.” “Right.” Mr. Whitelock said, “I think that I need some practice using this program and you young lady need more practice keeping you hands by you side.” “Yes sir, there’s more features on the app, you can set it for random blasts of different intensities or blasts every few minutes starting at low intensity and increasing to the maximum. I’m sure that there are more options but I haven’t had time to read the user manual or experiment, I should really do that in my own time.” “Quite, leave your phone with me for a while and I’ll experiment with the controls. Off you go back to your work now.” Angie left the office and she just knew that life was going to be hell until the novelty wore off. In a small way she hoped that it never wore off. Angie was right, Mr. Whitelock did subject her to a form of torture throughout the day. She had to go out of the office twice that day and each time the vibrator was jiggling her insides. Both Andy and Dave in the sandwich shop told her that she was glowing and she was happy that they didn’t ask why because she would have had to tell them. One of the girls in the court house admin office told her that she looked distracted and Angie committed the sin of lying by telling her that she was thinking about an exam that she had coming up. The people in her office also kept looking at Angie and wondering what was wrong with her. Mandy asked her if she was okay Angie again lied and said that she must have eaten something that didn’t agree with her and that her stomach felt all churned up. Well that last bit was true, all Angie’s insides felt churned up. Angie didn’t know if it was intentional by Mr. Whitelock or not but he’d got the egg to take her right to the edge of an orgasm twice that afternoon then turned the vibrations down. By home time Angie was shattered but she needed her phone back. She went and knocked on Mr. Whitelock’s door and when she was called in she assumed her usual stance and waited. “Yes Angie,” Mr. Whitelock finally said. “Please may I have my phone back?” “Of course Angie, I’ve taken the liberty of downloading the program onto my phone and I have been using that for most of the afternoon so I won’t need to borrow yours tomorrow, I know how you young girls like to communicate with each other all the time. Oh, you got a text message from Lucy Waterman wanting to know when you can go and ride on the escalators again.” “Thank you sir.” “I’m assuming that you will be wearing that thing again tomorrow, make sure that it’s fully charged.” Yes sir, I’ll be off then sir.” “Goodnight Angie, and remember to keep your hands by your sides.” “Yes sir, goodnight.” Angie had a slow walk down the street, trying to recover some energy. Mr. Whitelock had left the egg on low vibrations when Angie got her phone back, she hadn’t bothered stopping it and it was feeling nice, just keeping her ticking-over so to speak. The problem was, that Mr. Whitelock had edged Angie twice and she just knew that the low vibration would slowly build up her arousal and that she’d cum in the not too distant future. She could have used her phone to switch the egg off but she wanted that orgasm, she needed that orgasm. She wondered where she would be when it hit her and she hoped that there wouldn’t be a policeman around. Angie was walking so slow that she missed her usual bus and was at the front of the queue for the next one with a wait of around 15 minutes. She soon became aware of a couple of men staring at her which helped to raise her arousal level. Angie knew that she should reach into her bag and use her phone to stop the vibrator but she just didn’t want to. She actually managed to hold out until she was sat on the bus. It was a struggle but she’d managed to get up the stairs and to the back seat and as the bus started to move the long awaited orgasm hit her, starting at her clit and spreading all over her body. Her hands gripped both the seats in front of her and somehow she managed to keep her moans under the level of noise from the bus’ engine although her body did shake with the occasional jerk that wasn’t noticed by the other passengers because she was the only one on the back seat. When Angie managed to get her wits about her again she realised 3 things, firstly she was a little embarrassed even though no one appeared to have witnessed her orgasm. Secondly, the vibrator was still running albeit on low, and thirdly, when she looked out of the window she could see that she’d missed her stop. Ignoring her plan to follow a man down the stairs and hope that he would stop half way and turn to look at her pussy, Angie got up, walked along the aisle and down the stairs. She stood alongside the drive until the next stop wondering if any of the lower deck passengers were looking at her bare butt. Smiling at the staring driver Angie got off the bus and started to walk back along the route. As she walked alongside the bus she noticed that all the passengers in window seats along that side of the bus were looking at her. She smiled and kept walking. It took a lot longer than normal for Angie to walk that last leg of her journey home but she didn’t mind. She enjoyed the stares and comments from the gang of men who were doing some work on the road, even smiling at them. As soon as she entered the house she kicked her heels off, dumped her bag at the bottom of the stairs and went to the lounge where she flopped down on one of the sofa and announced that she’d had one hell of a day. The other 3 housemates stared at her as she half lay on the sofa with her legs open and looking shattered. It was Eva who spoke first, “You look knackered girl, what happened?” Then Matt asked, “Are you okay Angie? You haven’t been attacked or raped have you?” “No, nothing like that, it’s just this fucking vibrator.” “What vibrator?” Justin asked. Mischievously, Angie decided to show them and with a little effort managed to squeeze the vibrator out of her vagina. As it fell onto the carpet Angie said, “That fucking vibrator, my boss bought it for me.” “You boss gave you a vibrator!” Justin exclaimed. “Yes, I made the mistake of asking him if I could get arrested if I had an orgasm in front of a copper in the street and a couple of days later he gave me that.” Angie looked down at the vibrator and giggled a little when she saw that it was still gently vibrating. “Well that’s different.” Eva said, “But there’s got to be more to the story.” Angie then told them everything, including about the orgasm on the bus. When the story was finished Justin asked if he could use the controlling app for a while. “Sure, why not, but first it needs charging and while that’s happening I need something to eat and a little rest.” About a couple of minutes rest Angie got up, put the vibrator on charge, then her phone, then went to get some food ready. After eating Angie flopped back down on the sofa and closed her eyes. When she opened them again she saw her housemates and a couple of Justin’s mates all looking at her. “What?” Angie asked. “You’ve had more than an hours rest Angie, we’re waiting for the demo.” “What, oh yes. Can one of you get the vibrator and my phone for me please?” In seconds one of Justin’s mates got the 2 things and was back in front of Angie. “Justin, please can you put the vibe inside me?” Justin took the vibrator and presented it to Angie’s spread pussy. “Stop!” Angie said and everyone watched as Angie ran a finger up and down her slit a couple of times then rubbed her clit for a few seconds saying, “I’m a bit dry, this should fix it.” And it did, everyone noticing the moisture seeping out of her vagina. “Carry on Justin, but take it easy.” Justin presented the egg shaped vibrator to Angie’s vaginal entrance and everyone watched as her vagina opened and the egg started to go inside. All of a sudden her vagina sucked the egg in and Justin stepped back saying, “Fucking hell, did you see that, her cunt sucked it in.” Angie giggled a bit then asked for her phone. Seconds later the egg burst into life causing Angie to moan a little. “I might regret this,” Angie said, “but who wants a go at controlling the vibrator?” Five hands appeared in front of Angie and she put her phone in the nearest one. What happened next was both better and worse than what Mr. Whitelock had done to her that afternoon. Over the course of the next couple of hours Angie was brought to 3 orgasms, but not quickly, everyone wanted to edge Angie and make her plead with them to make her cum. Even Eva had her turn at driving Angie to the edge as two of the guys held her hands to stop her rubbing her clit. By the time the battery in the egg ran out of power Angie was a quivering wreck. She was convinced that her insides were now a revolting looking jelly and she thought that she had less energy left than the vibrator. Her housemates and 2 of Justin’s mates had watched her shaking, jerking, swearing, sweating, struggling to get her hands to her clit and calling them all the names under the sun but when she finally found the energy she said, “That was fucking awesome guys, thank you so much.” That statement made Matt feel guilty about what they had done to Angie and when asked he helped Angie upstairs and into the shower and at her request joining her and fucking her to yet another orgasm. As Matt helped Angie to her bed the last words that she said before going to sleep were, “Put the vibrator and my phone on charge please.” ***** Angie woke to the sun shining through her window and the sounds of birds singing. She had a quick panic about the time until she picked up her phone and saw that the alarm had only just gone off. She unplugged the charging cable and put her phone down then wondered if the parts of her body were still in one piece and where they should be. Angie slowly got out of bed and when she stood everything appeared to be normal except that she needed to go to the toilet. Grabbing her toilet bag and a towel Angie walked to the bathroom wondering if half her insides would drop out when she relaxed her bladder and bowels. Needless to say that they didn’t and a happier Angie finished her bathroom routine then returned to her room checking that her pubes and pussy were as smooth as they could get. Angie looked at the vibrator and thought, “Shall I?” Picking it up she was pleased to find that Matt has washed it. Her hand hovered over the charger for a few seconds then she thought, “Fuck it.” And eased it into her already wet vagina. It was a happy Angie that almost skipped to the bus stop. It was a glorious day, she was naked with the sun shining down on her and it promised to be an ‘interesting’ day. She just hoped that the battery in the egg would last all day. Angie was still cheerful when the bus driver waved her onto the bus without paying and she again hoped that the man behind her in the queue would follow her up the stairs onto the top deck. He did, Angie deliberately pausing for a couple seconds as she reached the top step deciding whether to go to the front or the back of the bus while she hoped that the man behind and below her was getting a good look at her bare butt and what was between her cheeks. Of course there was no decision to make and Angie went to the back of the bus letting all the seated passengers get a good look at her naked front as she passed them. Angie was still smiling when she went to get her daily caffeine fix, the barista holding on to her cup for a few seconds while he made small talk and stared at her tits and pussy before waving her away without her paying. In the office Angie said hello to everyone then went to her desk to start work. She was a little nervous knowing that the egg vibrator could burst into life at any moment but it wasn’t until around 10 am that something happened. He phone rang and it was Mr. Whitelock telling her to go to his office. After knocking then going in when called she again assumed the position but slightly different this time, she decided to put her feet a little bit further apart. Again she waited for Mr. Whitelock to say something, her eyes watching his looking at her pussy. “Good morning Angie, I trust that you had a pleasant evening.” “Yes thank you sir tiring, but pleasurable.” Angie replied giving him a hint of what she may have been doing. Mr. Whitelock then gave Angie a new project that he wanted her to start on right away. It was nothing exciting but it did give her a little more responsibility. Nothing was said about his gift to her nor the fun that they’d both had the previous day. Angie wondered if he had had an attack of conscience, after all, a boss shouldn’t be giving one of his staff a vibrator or using it to drive an intern almost crazy. She wondered if he was married and he’d bought the same vibrator for his wife and was satisfied with driving her crazy. Maybe he’d bought her one that can be controlled over the internet and he was driving her crazy at that moment. Angie decided to read more of the user manual for hers to see if it could be controlled over the internet, not that she had anyone who she would like to control her. Well other than her boss. Anyway, Angie was back at her desk, deep in thought about her new task when suddenly the egg burst into life. Fortunately on mild vibrations so Angie could easily conceal what had just happened. The vibrations went on consistently until lunchtime and just as she was about to leave to go to the sandwich shop with Andy the vibrations increased quite a bit. Not enough for her to be dancing about begging for her boss to turn them down, but enough to bring her off it they stayed like that for a while. “Are you okay?” Andy asked as he held the door open for her. “Err yes thanks.” The pair of them set off with Andy saying, “It really is a pleasure you working with us Angie, you really do brighten up our days.” “Thank you Andy but you forgot to add, ‘now that you are coming to work naked.’” “No, honestly, Angie, you’re were a real pleasure to work with even before you decided to to you bit for global warming.” “Have you told your girlfriend that one of the girls that you work with has decided to be a permanent nudist?” “Yes, I’m working on her to do the same.” “Tell her that I love it and would hate to go back to wearing clothes.” Just as they were getting to the sandwich shop Angie realised that the vibrator was starting to get the better of her and she silently begged Mr. Whitelock to turn them down. It was only on the way back that Angie remembered that his phone would only have a limited transmission range and she would probably be outside of it. Angie also guessed that Mr. Whitelock had intended to give her a short blast. Angie started walking a little faster, Andy asking her what the rush was. “Nothing, I just wanted to get on with my work, I didn’t manage to get much done yesterday afternoon.” Angie was and wasn’t pleased when they got inside their office building and the vibrations reduced, just at the point where Angie knew that it wouldn’t be long before she went over the edge. Back at her desk with just mild vibrations inside her, Angie was a bit frustrated and she wondered what it would be like to have an orgasm in front of Andy. It was obvious that he fancied her but at the same time she knew that he had a girlfriend. She thought about it for a few minutes then decided that it would be okay for it to happen because there would be no physical contact between them. Angie decided that it was going to happen, either by Mr. Whitelock’s phone or she would make it happen using her phone. Around late afternoon Angie got a phone call telling her to go to Mr. Whitelock’s office. He’d left the vibrator on mild vibrations ever since lunchtime and Angie was feeling quite happy as she entered his office and assumed the wider leg stance in front of him. After the usual minute or so of him staring at her wet pussy with her engorged clit protruding from between her slightly open lips, Mr. Whitelock asked her for a progress update on the latest job that he’d given her. As Angie started to tell him about her progress she could see his phone on his desk. The vibrator app was open and his finger was hovering above the screen. She found it difficult to concentrate on her update as she watched her boss’ finger start to slide about on the phone’s display with the resultant changes in the vibrations inside her. Angie’s monologue slowed with gaps between words and she watched her boss move his finger around the display and slowly bring her to an orgasm. With words only coming out of Angie’s mouth with longer and longer gaps between them Angie fought to keep her hands by her sides. She could see his finger moving further up the display until it was touching the top and the vibrator was running at maximum vibrations. Transferring her weight from one foot to the other and back over and over, the vibrator quickly got the better of her and the orgasm exploded out of her with a long, “Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh fuck.” as her body shook and jerked. Angie’s one man audience just watched as the waves of pleasure peaked then slowly subsided until she again had control over her body. “That was a big improvement Angie.” Mr. Whitelock said, “With a lot more practice I’m sure that you will be able to pull it off with your audience either not knowing or only having the slightest of suspicion. You need a lot of daily practice which I will happily help you with. That will be all.” “Thank you sir.” Angie replied. As she turned and walked out of the office she realised that he didn’t care about her work and that he was going to make her cum every day. She went to the bathroom to dry herself with paper towels then went back to her desk. For the rest of the afternoon Angie read erotic stories about girls exposing themselves. The exposure part was no longer what exciting to her because she was permanently exposed, it was the locations that Angie was more interested in. She was looking for ideas at to places where she could let men get a good look at her pussy, with and without them thinking that it was an accident. Just as she was tidying her desk to leave for the day Angie got a text from Lucy telling her to keep Friday night free. Angie replied confirming that she would and telling her that she’d phone her that evening for the details. As Angie was putting her personal belonging into her bag she looked at her phone, smiled, opened the vibrator app and set it running at medium intensity vibrations. She didn’t know if it would be enough to make her cum on the bus again but she was going to find out. It didn’t, but she was very close to the edge when she walked into the house and saw Matt doing something on his laptop, sat on his own in the lounge area. “Matt, my room NOW.” Angie said as she started to climb the stairs. By the time Matt got to her room Angie was spread eagle on her bed and writhing about with her right hand’s fingers furiously rubbing her clit. Matt watched Angie until her body was still. She turned her head to look at Matt and said, “Jeans off now.” As Matt was stripping he saw Angie squeeze the egg out then turn over and get onto her hands and knees. Matt knew what was expected of him and he performed well, ramming his cock into her over and over getting more forceful with each thrust until they both orgasmed. Ten minutes later Angie thanked Matt then they got off the bed, Matt put his jeans back on and they went downstairs, both of them with smiles on their faces. After getting some food Angie went to her room and phoned Lucy. “So you’re free on Friday evening Angie?” Lucy asked. “Yes, what are you thinking Lucy?” “Do you know how to play pool Angie?” “Yes but I can’t say that I’m any good at it.” “That doesn’t matter, in fact it’s a good thing. Right, I’ll meet you outside the Black Horse pub in Manchester Street at 7 pm then were going to play pool for a few hours.” Angie had been to the Black Horse once before. It’s a drinker’s real ale pub that’s mainly frequented by male beer aficionados of all ages and Angie remembered that it has a separate room with a pool table in the middle and tables and chairs all round the sides of the room. For a split second Angie couldn’t understand why Lucy would want to go to that pub and play pool, Angie didn’t remember the décor being that pleasant, but then it twigged. “You naughty girl Lucy. How many games are we going to play?” “As many as you want Angie, can you ask Matt and Justin if they’ll come with us, just in case?” “Sure, I’ll ask them after I’ve told you what’s been happening at work.” The 2 girls spent the next hour or so bringing each other up to date then Angie went to first Matt’s room then Justin’s room to invite them to go to the Black Horse with her and Lucy. Angie didn’t leave Justin’s room until she had to get ready to go to work the next morning. ***** The rest of the week went much the same as the first part of the week with Angie being called into Mr. Whitelock’s office for her daily practice of her boss using the vibrator to giver her an orgasm whilst she tried to stand perfectly still. Angie found this very difficult but even if she mastered it she had decided that she would pretend that she hadn’t mastered it just to keep the practice sessions going. On the Friday morning Angie controlled the vibrator perfectly so that she had an orgasm as her and Andy walked to the sandwich shop. They were about half way there when Angie stopped walking, gripped Andy’s arm and started shaking a little. “You okay Angie?” Andy asked. Angie just stood there until the waves passed then said, “I’m okay now, we can continue.” Andy wasn’t clueless and he asked Angie if she’d just had an orgasm. “Yes, my vibrator just made me cum.” “You’ve got a vibrator inside you, at work?” “Yes.” “It must be a remote controlled one because you haven’t been popping off to the loo every 5 minutes.” “It is.” “Don’t tell me, you control it from your phone.” “Mine and Mr. Whitelock’s.” As soon as she said that she knew that she had made a mistake. “Please don’t tell anyone about Mr. Whitelock Andy, I promised him that I wouldn’t tell anyone.” “Since it’s you I won’t tell. So old Whitelock is remotely giving you orgasms, wow, I never would have thought.” “Thanks Andy, I have to go to his office each day and he makes me cum using the vibrator, he says that I need to cum without anyone around me knowing so that I can make myself cum in front of a policeman and he wouldn’t know.” “The sly old dog. Well I guess that it’s working because I could hardly tell.” “Yes, I think that I can do it now, but I’m not going to tell him, he might stop the practice sessions and it makes my day go so much quicker.” “I bet that it does, well good for you, have you cum whilst sat at your desk yet?” “Yes I have.” “Well I couldn’t tell. Can I make you cum when you’re sat at your desk?” “I guess so, but please, not in front of a client.” “Okay, I promise.” “Tell you what Andy. When I come and leave my phone on your desk it’s a signal that I’m ready for you to do your worst.” “That works for me Angie. Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” The last bit of that conversation took place in the sandwich shop and Angie wondered if any of the queueing people had heard or understood them. Nothing was said about the subject on the way back to the office. About an hour before the end of the working day Angie walked over to Andy’s desk, put her phone in front of him and kept walking to the kitchen to get a drink of water. No sooner than she was back sat at her desk she felt the vibrator burst into life. Andy slowly increased the vibrations over the next 10 minutes until he saw her close her eyes and let out a long sigh. He also observed her a few times as she looked like she was shivering, but he knew different. When he correctly guessed that Angie’s orgasm was receding he turned the vibration off then put her phone on her desk as he walked passed with a knowing smile on his face. It was a happy Angie that left the office for home that afternoon. She thought about using the vibrator to make herself cum on the bus but decided against it guessing that she’d need the energy for later. With Matt and Justin as escorts, the naked Angie left home later that evening to walk to Lucy’s place then catch a bus into the city. The 2 guys following the 2 girls up the stairs to the top deck of the bus giving them a view that Lucy certainly intended to give a lot of people later that evening. At that stage neither Angie, Matt or Justin knew exactly what Lucy was planning and none of them would have objected if they knew. Outside the Black Horse Lucy asked Matt and Justin to wait outside for 5 minutes then come in and go to a different part of the bar to the girls. Lucy asked them to act like they didn’t know the girls for most of the evening so as to not let the other punters know that they were with them and maybe inhibit their reaction to the 2 naked girls.. When the 2 guys went in they saw Angie and Lucy chatting to a small group of youngish men. Both naked girls had drinks in their hands which was good because neither took a purse or bag with them when they left home although Angie had asked Matt to carry her phone for her. Matt and Justin got themselves a pint then moved to the pool room, Lucy having told them that that was where they were going to go as soon as they could. The guys sat at a table where they could see both the bar, the girls, and the pool table. Matt suspected that Lucy intended to play pool so he thought about putting some money on the side of the pool table to reserve a slot for the girls to play but he decided against it believing that any one of the guys in there would gladly give up their slot to watch the girls play. And he was right. After about 20 minutes the girls walked into the room carrying their drinks. Ignoring Matt and Justin they went to an area that was hidden from the bar but close to the players and talked to each other whilst watching the game, neither girl being really interested in it. As soon as the girls walked into the pool room a number of men in the main bar looked that way and after the girls hadn’t come out after 5 minutes quite a few of the men followed them in hoping that the girls were looking for a game. When the game was finished the next 2 guys due to play turned to Angie and Lucy and offered to let them play a game of doubles. That was it, the girls had their way in and all the men’s spirits perked up. Justin and Matt just knew what was coming as well. As one of the guys racked the balls Lucy said, “You’ll have to help us guys because we’ve only played once before and can’t remember the rules.” One of the guys replied, “Don’t worry love, we’ll keep you straight.” “I hope not.” Lucy replied. A coin was tossed to decide which team would break and the guys agreed the girls would go first in each team. Angie was the first to break and she bent over at the end of the table with her feet well apart. There were a few comments from the guys behind her that confirmed that those guys had seen her pussy and the odd comment from those in front who could see her small, hanging, very pointy tits. “Am I holding the stick right?” Angie asked. Her partner for the game went up behind her, leaned over her and moved her hands to a better place and way to hold the cue then he moved back so that he too could have a good look at her shiny wet pussy. “Bend over a bit more Angie and look along the cue then move it either way so that it lines up with the cue ball and the one that you want it to hit. Spread your legs more if you want to get a bit lower.” Her partner said. Angie did all those things and as she lined up her shot she could hear the comments from the men behind her and the rest of the room. She smiled and felt the tingling in her pussy and nipples get stronger. Angie took the shot and scattered the balls but none went into a pocket so it was Lucy’s turn. She too spread her legs wider that she really needed to and bent right over. Lucy’s tits are probably a ‘B’ cup so there was more hanging down for the men to stare at as well as her wet pussy. Lucy’s shot was just as bad as Angie’s and as the game continued both girls managed to pot the black and shoot the cue ball off the table but the men decided to let the girls off to keep the game going. Within half an hour every man in the room had had a good, long look at both wet pussies and the owner’s of those pussies were quite turned-on by the attention that they were getting. The game lasted a lot longer than every serious game that had ever been played in that pub with the men deliberately lining up the cue ball so that the girl had to bend right over to take their shot, sometimes even having to stretch right over the table pressing their bald pubes on the top rail, and of course the men told the girls that they had to spread their legs more for better balance. When that first game finally ended more men challenged the girls to another games and when that ended more men challenged them to yet another game. When it was starting to get late the girls took a break and went to the bathroom where Lucy admitted that she had played a lot of pool with her brothers and was actually reasonably good at it when she wanted to be. Angie confessed that she was wearing her remote controlled vibrator but it wasn’t switched on, and that Matt had her phone. When they went back to the pool room Angie went to Matt and quickly showed him how to control the vibe, and therefore Angie. The next game against the men started in the same way with girls playing as bad as they possibly could but Matt started turning the vibe up and Angie played even worse, if that was possible. Towards the end of the game Angie had to lean get right over the table with her pubes up on the side rail and her feet nearly off the ground, wide apart. Matt took that as his cue to turn the vibrator up to maximum vibrations and the inevitable happened, Angie orgasmed. Not everyone in the room realised what was happening to Angie and there were a couple of calls for her to get on with the game but the only thing that Angie wanted to do with the cue was push it up her hole. Those men who did realise that Angie was having an orgasm started cheering and the phone cameras that had been flashing when the girls first started playing, started flashing again and there was almost a crush of men as lots of them tried to get a photo of her pussy as she was cumming. Orgasm finally receding and Matt having stopped the vibrations, Angie took the shot, and didn’t even hit the cue ball. The game should have ended there but the men wanted to continue. None of them understood the reason why Angie had orgasmed but they were hoping that it would happen to Lucy as well. Unfortunately they were wrong, and although both Angie and Lucy gave lots more displays of their spread pussies the game ended with no more orgasms. The men wanted another game but Angie said not and Lucy agreed. After finishing their drinks they left the pub with Matt and Justin not far behind them. “What brought that on Angie?” Lucy asked. “When I went and had a word with Matt and Justin I told Matt to switch it on and make me cum.” “Bloody hell girl.” Angie didn’t answer Lucy, instead she went between 2 parked cars, squat down and squeezed the vibrator out, catching it before it hit the road. “I’m going to get one of those.” Lucy said. “One of what?” Justin asked as him and Matt caught up with the girls. Angie opened her hand and showed Justin and Matt what had brought her to her orgasm, then she handed it to Matt asking him to put it in his pocket. “So girls,” Matt asked as they continued their walk to the bus stop to go home, “did you enjoy your evening?” “What do you think Matt?” Lucy asked. Matt just smiled then asked, “So what’s your next adventure girls? We’ll happily escort you to keep you safe.” Neither girl had any ideas and they bounced the question to the guys. Unfortunately they too didn’t have any ideas but everyone said that they’d think about it. When the bus came Angie noted that her and Lucy had to pay and wondered if it was only naked girls on their own that got to travel for free. Angie and Matt left Justin at Lucy’s place then they both went to Angie’s room and Matt didn’t leave until the morning. ***** Angie was late up getting out of bed on the Saturday and she had a lazy day but on the Sunday she was going to the gym and then the pool, and she was going to wear her vibrator. At the gym Angie had her phone in her bag and as she put her bag in a locker she turned the vibrator on to medium vibrations guessing that she’d be about half way through her routine when an orgasm hit her, then she went to the workout room. Angie was surprised to see more than the usual number of young men in there and surprisingly no other girls but that wasn’t going to stop her doing her routine. Each time that she wanted to go on a certain machine and it wasn’t available she did more floor exercises until the machine was free. That combined with quite a few of the men wanting her to spot them meant that an orgasm hit her when she was doing the splits causing her to fall backwards with her legs still very wide apart. Because she was having the orgasm she couldn’t do anything about her spread legs and a few of the men watched her pussy convulsing and leaking quite a lot whilst her body was shaking a little. Angie was surprised that no one asked her if she was okay. Orgasm over Angie just got to her feet then dropped into the splits again. The floor exercises are normally about a third of the way through her routine and because the vibrator was still churning her insides Angie calculated that she would probably cum again before her routine was finished. Some of the men she was spotting tried to talk to Angie but she wasn’t interested in conversation and just gave the men short replies letting them know that she wasn’t interested. Angie did have a second orgasm, whilst she was on the step climber machine. She managed to hold onto the bars and she bent slightly forward, like she was having a short rest, whilst the orgasm passed. Routine finally complete Angie left and had a shower before switching off the vibrator and walking to the swimming pool. She didn’t want the vibrator running whilst she was swimming just in case she totally lost control and sank to the bottom. She decided to experiment in the shallow end some other time. The swim was a good one, 50 lengths non-stop in an almost deserted pool. The few people who were there taking no notice of the naked girl but Angie enjoying the feeling of the water rushing passed her bare pussy and nipples. Her run later on was a good one as well, and, although the road works had been finished, a football match had just finished and thousands of people were pouring out onto the roads that Angie was jogging along. And yes, she did get lots of comments and suggestion which only went to make Angie feel happier. Well that’s about everything that Angie got up to in the few weeks after she discovered the George III law. A lot of what Angie got up to, with and without Lucy was repeated every week from then on, and that includes what happened at work as well.

A Dangerous Obsession by Dixiedevil67© *** THE NEED WITHIN *** Bailey didn't know why she did the things she did. It was like some unseen force controlled her from within. Once she got a thought in her head, she was compelled to find a way to act it out. It consumed her, the planning, the thrill of possibly being caught, the rush she gained during her daring escapades. But, her obsessions were becoming increasingly more daring, and more dangerous. It had all started when she was a teenager. Both her father and mother worked long hours and she spent many a day in her home in sheer boredom. For whatever reason she soon found herself getting a thrill from performing daring little tasks. Her dares were simple in those days, standing in front of an open window as she changed her clothes, not wearing underwear beneath her knee high skirt, dropping a towel at a seemingly inopportune moment in the girl's locker room at school. Once she had even challenged herself to run all the way around the house while completely naked. Of course it had been late at night and while her parents were away on a trip. Today she laughed at the mundane tasks she had set before herself. Now, it took a lot more to feel the rush she craved. It was as if she was an addict to some drug, always looking for the next, more powerful fix. As Bailey grew older her schemes grew more complex. She would plot them for weeks, thinking of every possible scenario and adjusting her plans for the most exciting experience possible. Once she had traveled to a public park, hiding a car key near one entrance. She then drove to the other side of the park, stripped, and locked her keys and clothes inside the vehicle. Of course, she had planned the excursion for late at night when there were fewer people around. Her adventure took nearly an hour to complete, running and taking shelter behind trees and park benches, but she managed to reach her objective in stealth. Another time she had driven to a hiking trail and jogged nearly three miles away from her vehicle. She then ripped up the old shirt and shorts she had been wearing, forcing herself to find a way back to her car in the nude. This task had been more daring as it was in full daylight with many more people on the trail. Once again she managed to pull off her dare without being seen. Bailey felt a sense of guilt at her obsessions. She had often wondered if there was something wrong with herself and many times had declared "This is the last time I'm going to do this." She had never been caught during any of her ventures, and the thought of being found out absolutely terrified her. But, it was the only time she truly felt alive, and no matter how hard she fought her desires, her devious mind always pulled her back into the game. For weeks she had fought her most recent urges, but slowly the wheels in her mind had turned, and her thoughts were increasingly brought to her next erotic thrill. She had broken up with her most recent boyfriend nearly four months earlier, and her boredom and desire was building inside her. Lying in bed at night, she would barely shut her eyes, when her imagination would take her through her next exhibitionist trek. She had no choice; she would have to act soon. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, gazing at her slender nude form. "Tonight's the night," she said to herself. She was a petite and beautiful girl, but, even though she received endless compliments, in her mind there was definitely room for improvement. She reached down and softly rubbed across her freshly shaved mound. It felt smooth, and it tickled as her nails lightly trailed across her skin. Reaching up, she cupped her perky B-cups with both hands. She hated her breasts, and had planned to have implants as soon as she could afford it. She wanted to be larger, and better proportioned, like the beautiful women she saw in magazines. She also was displeased with her hair. Her sandy blonde locks had been layered and cut above the shoulder about a month earlier. Though she initially hated her decision, the sassy mane was beginning to fill out and grow more to her liking. Making her way to the closet Bailey pulled out little white day dress. Slipping it over her head she wiggled her way into the garment. After some adjusting, she again stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side and admiring her choice. It was small tank dress with the hem hanging just above the knee. She had found it at a second hand shop and thought it would be perfect for what she had in mind. The white fabric was in stark contrast to her bronzed body, making her appear even darker than she actually was. She was proud of her tan, taking pride in the fact that she had no tan lines. Sometimes she even incorporated her trips to the tanning salon into her schemes. But not this night, tonight she was going to experience her riskiest challenge yet. The very thought of what she had planned tied her stomach in knots. She tried several times to talk herself out of her compulsion, but it was to no avail. Each time her mind rationalized her quest, her need to fulfill something inside her. She walked over to the side of her bed and slipped on a pair of white tennis shoes. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, Bailey took a deep breath. It was almost 8:00 p.m.; it was time to go. *** THE GAME BEGINS *** As Bailey drove up to the bar she could see there were several cars and trucks parked in the parking lot. The small gravel lot was only partially lit with only two overhead street lamps. While the dim illumination was in her favor, Bailey opted to park on the side of the roadway, across the street from the establishment. The street was not lit and her task was going to be hard enough. If she made it this far she was going to leave herself an easy finish line. She sat behind the wheel for several minutes. "What is wrong with me?" she asked herself. "What the hell am I doing?" She felt as though there were butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Her pulse raced in anticipation. She trembled at the thought of the act she was about to perform. Reaching for her cell phone, she dialed a number she had written on a post-it note. "Hello," she said. "Yes, I need a cab please ... Yes, it's 102 East 4th Street ... Tommy's Bar and Lounge .... My name? Uhm ... It's Pam Martin." As the call ended she giggled at her choice of an alias. It was done; her plan was in motion. As she closed her phone she turned her attention back to the bar. It was a plain cinder block building with few decorations, and she could see several people walking in and out the front door. It was a seedy part of town, just on the edge of the manufacturing district. Only a couple of blocks over were the public housing units. She strained her eyes, trying to get more detail on the individuals walking into the lounge, but she could only make out their silhouettes as they strolled in front of the building's lit windows and neon signs. Reaching into her purse she dropped the phone inside and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, stuffing it into the front of her dress. Reaching over to the vehicle's glove box she opened it up and pulled out a small metal box. The box was black and had a small magnet on one side. Fiddling with her key chain she detached her car's door key, placing it inside the box. Slowly she opened the car door and stepped outside. She made a quick look in both directions, making sure no one was looking, before she kneeled and clicked the magnetic key box to the metal underbelly of her vehicle. She then locked the car's doors and slammed the vehicle shut. It was a warm summer evening and the air was thick and still. She could tell she was near the local factories as there was a slight sulfur odor lingering in night. In the distance she could hear the slow rumble of some sort of machinery running at one of the plants. The sound mixed with the thumping and muffled booms emanating from the sound system inside the bar. During the planning of her wicked game she had driven through the area several times, and at various times of the day. Meticulously, she had planned her route and scouted possible locations to hide. Her other dares had been in relatively rural areas, making her treks too easy. This was a new challenge. It was a rough area, and there were always people out and about. She adjusted her dress and slowly made her way to the front of the lounge. As she drew closer she could see a row of motorcycles parked in front of the building. Bailey wasn't much into motorcycles or hot rods, but she knew a Harley when she saw one. She surmised that these were probably hard core bikers, especially considering the part of town they were in. Walking towards the door Bailey noticed three men around one of the bikes parked at the corner of the building. One was seated on the motorcycle, while the other two were standing to one side. She also noticed that all three had a beer in their hands. "That's funny," she thought to herself. "I thought drinking outside a bar was illegal around here." She then giggled under her breath. She realized her naivete, thinking these were men who really didn't care if it was illegal or not. The little blonde made her way to the front door and stood underneath a light mounted on the front of the building. She had no intention of going inside, only to wait on the taxi she had ordered. Keeping her arms crossed across her chest, she kept her head down. Daring to look around, Bailey shifted her eyes and realized that the bikers had taken notice of her. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could tell they were laughing and pointing in her direction. Though she still had her dress on, she already felt naked, feeling the leather clad men undressing her with their eyes. They were large men, each outfitted in leather chaps and a heavy motorcycle jacket. She could tell there was some sort of emblem on the back of the jackets, but she couldn't make out what the colors read. "Where is that damn taxi," she whispered under her breath. She was feeling more and more nervous as the bikers leered and snickered. Two of the men were nudging the third, she could only imagine, to prod him over to her. Bailey looked up and could see headlights coming down the roadway. "Finally," she whispered. "The damn cab is here." Her relief was short lived however, as she watched the vehicle pass by the lounge and continue down the road. "Hey!" one of the bikers yelled. "Come over here honey!" The other two men laughed and each gave each other a punch on the shoulder. Bailey only smiled, keeping her head down and trying not to look in their direction. The man who had yelled at her was now moving towards her. He was a rough looking man, with long shoulder length hair and a goatee. On his chest she could see the outline of some sort of tattoo, partially hidden beneath the dirty tee shirt he wore under his jacket. "Hey sweetie!" he yelled again. "Come on over and I'll give you a ride." This time the other two men erupted in laughter, slapping each other on the back. Bailey fidgeted nervously as the man continued slowly walking in her direction. She remembered that she was not wearing any type of underwear, and wondered if the white dress might be sheer enough to reveal her nakedness underneath. If nothing else she could go inside if things got out of hand. It would be better than being in the parking lot, alone with these men. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" the man said with an angry tone. "Can't you hear me?" "I'm just waiting on a taxi," Bailey replied. She watched as the man momentarily stopped and looked back at his friends. "Well hell baby, we can take you where ever you want to go," he replied laughingly. The other two men grinned from ear to ear, and nodded in agreement. "Uhm ... well ... I think I'll just wait on the cab. Thank you anyway," she answered in a now trembling voice. It was then that Bailey noticed another set of headlights coming down the road. She crossed her fingers and closed her eyes. "Please let this be the cab," she said to herself. "Please, please, please." She opened her eyes to see the white van pull into the parking lot and up to the front entrance of the bar. "Thank God," she whispered as she quickly walked to the vehicle, opened the door, and jumped inside to the backseat. "Awww!" the bikers yelled at the sight of the girl's getaway. "If you change your mind baby, we'll be right here," one laughingly exclaimed. Bailey looked at the cab driver and blurted, "203 East 28th Street. And, let's get out of here in a hurry, please." "No problem," was the driver's reply. Bailey sat back in the seat and looked at the bikers. She smiled and waved as the cab pulled out of the parking lot. She could see the men laughing and grabbing their chests, faking broken hearts. She laughed and let out a heavy sigh. This was only the beginning. *** TWENTY-FOUR BLOCKS *** "Are you sure this is the place ma'am?" the driver asked. Bailey looked around at the old factory buildings. The place was dark, deserted, and had not been in use in years. "Yes," she replied. "This is it. Thank you. How much do I owe you?" "It's $8.50 ma'am," he answered. "Are you really sure this is the right place? I can wait if you need me to." Bailey smiled at the taxi driver. She could see he was an older black man with graying hair. Looking into his eyes, she could tell he was concerned about her well being. "No, this is just fine," she answered. She reached into the top of her dress and pulled out the twenty, handing it to the driver. "Keep the change," she said as she reached for the door handle. "Thank you ma'am," the driver said while shaking his head. "Have a good evening." He watched as she stepped out of the vehicle and shut the door. He continued eyeing his strange fare as she walked down the sidewalk, in the direction they had just come from. Again he shook his head as he put the gearshift in drive and continued on to his next fare. Bailey stopped, looked at her surroundings, and watched as the taxi drove out of site. There were few lights in this area and it took her eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness. The night was deathly quiet as she listened for any unwanted visitors. Not even a dog was barking. She had been through here several times during her scouting trips, and she knew where she had to go next. She continued a short ways down the roadway until she came to a bridge that crossed a small river. This is where the next step in the game was to start. Quickly Bailey stepped out of her shoes and set them on the railing of the bridge. The concrete was still emanating the heat from the day and was warm beneath her feet. She then reached down, grabbing the hem of her dress. Lifting the garment upwards, she pulled the dress over her head and away from her body. She now stood on the bridge completely nude. Wrapping the dress around the shoes, she walked over to the railing and peered at the water below. It wasn't a large waterway, but it was large enough to serve her purposes. She could hear the water as it swirled below her. "This is it," she said aloud. She had already put herself in a situation that would scare the shit out of most women. Now, she was ready to up the ante and fully commit to the game. There would be no going back if she went through with it. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel goose bumps form on her naked flesh, her nipples erect and hard. In one swift motion she tossed the dress and shoes into the dark waters below. Bailey suddenly began to hyperventilate as she grabbed hold of the railing. As she gasped for air she watched the white cloth float swiftly down the murky stream, and out of view. She felt as though she were about to be sick. She closed her eyes and worked to control her breathing. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear her pulse inside her head. As tears began to form in her eyes, she stood upright and tried to regain her composure. "That's it," she said. "I have no choice now." Again, Bailey looked around at her surroundings, peering down the roadway. She was near the corner of Congress Boulevard and East 28th Street. She had twenty-four blocks, or nearly three miles, to reach her car in the nude. While the area she was in at the moment was deserted, she knew only a few blocks away there would be houses, and businesses, and hangout areas where there would be people, rough people, maybe even gangs. "What the fuck am I doing?" she thought. She knew if the wrong person or persons caught her, she could easily be raped, or worse, gang raped or even killed. She wondered if subconsciously she wanted to be raped, or maybe she had some sort of death wish. But, while she cursed her perverted mind, she also felt a sense of euphoria. She had never felt as alive as she did right now. Every sense was on fire. It wasn't death she wanted; it was life. She wanted to feel everything, experience all life had to give; she wanted excitement she could never get in her normal "vanilla" life. Bailey took a deep breath, and again started down the roadway. Bailey simply walked down the sidewalk for the first five blocks, holding her arms up to her chest, shielding her breast from the night air. There had been no streetlights on her path and she merely strolled down the walkway as if she were walking to the store or were out for an exercise. She gazed at the row of empty buildings to either side of the road as she walked, wondering what might have been made in the buildings back in the day. She also thought there might be more traffic on the road at that time of night. She was constantly looking for places to hide in case she saw an oncoming vehicle, but she was yet to see an automobile. Her luck quickly changed however, as she soon found herself approaching a fairly well lit section of the road. She slowed her progress as she closed in on the area. The streetlights were bright and bathed the boulevard and sidewalk in a sickly yellow glow. She knew this was a part of her path where there were homes on both sides of the street and she stopped to survey the passage. As she looked down the street she was again beginning to feel that rush of exhilaration that she had craved for several weeks. Though she was still frightened, she couldn't help but feel her body tingling all over. She reached down with one hand and softly began rubbing her wanting mound. It was warm and she could feel it dripping between her fingers. Reaching up with the other hand she gently rolled one of her nipples between finger and thumb. She had no idea why it took this type of situation for her to feel this way, but it did. She felt shame and ecstasy all at the same time. Looking to her left and right she could see the homes that lined roadway. They were poor homes, run down and shabby, but she could tell they were occupied with the occasional lamp or television light emanating from their windows. She could also see that several front yards had hedgerows or fences lining their borders. She crouched and turned her head slightly, listening intently for any sound to be heard. Hearing nothing of importance Bailey stood upright and whispered, "Damn." She could either move forward down the sidewalk, or maybe she could make her way through the backyards of the homes. Bailey reached up and ran her fingers through her hair as she thought. "If I go through the backyards it will be dark, but I might run into a dog or something," she said to herself. She also thought there may be fences she would have to cross and being totally naked she was in no condition to jump a chain linked fence. Giving a heavy sigh she looked forward, she had made her decision, she would simply walk down the sidewalk as if nothing was wrong. If she were to notice someone she would make a dash for the nearest hiding spot. A Dangerous Obsession As she strolled into the light Bailey felt a rush. Here she was, out in the open, and totally exposed to anyone who might happen upon her. "My God, I can't believe this," she thought. She was beginning to regret her choice of discarding her shoes as she could see remnants of broken bottles and glass sparkling in the light on the sidewalk. She had even noticed a used syringe lying on the walkway, near a telephone pole. She now kept her eyes on the concrete, keeping a close eye on where she stepped as she walked at a steady pace. For another three blocks Bailey walked in the basking yellow light without seeing a soul or hearing so much as a bark. She was beginning to think her challenge had once again been too easy. She now walked with her hands to her side at a casual gate, but still scanning at the sidewalk for any sharp obstacles. It was then that she heard the shout. "Whoooooo Hoooooo!!" echoed throughout the neighborhood. In an instant Bailey had stepped into a darkened lawn and crouched down behind a bush. She looked in all directions desperately looking for where the voice had come from. She was trembling and her breathing became arduous. In all her outings, this was the first time that she knew someone had seen her. "Did you see that?!" the voice yelled again. Bailey could hear other voices, but the sounds were unintelligible to her. Nevertheless, it was obvious to her there was more than one. Almost in a frenzy, she scanned all around. Just then she saw where the voices were coming from. It was behind her, a couple of houses down. There, she could make out the shape of five boys coming out from the shadows of the front porch of one of the homes. She had obviously walked right in front of them. "Damn it" she thought. She had been paying so much attention looking out where she stepped, she had let her guard down. "Yo man, she was naked I tell you!" one of the boys yelled. "Dat bitch was buck ass naked, I swear to God!" "Naw," another said. "You're a crazy motherfucker." Bailey looked on as they emerged out from the darkness. She could tell they were all Hispanic. They were all young, well-built boys, maybe in their late teens or early twenties. She could see two of the boys were wearing white tank tops with dew rags on top of their heads. The others were wearing tee shirts with unbuttoned plaid shirts over top, one with a bandana around his head with the others wearing ball caps turned backwards. "Shit," she blurted. She knew these were not the kind of boys that needed to find a naked white girl in their neighborhood. She watched as they argued. It was obvious only one of them had actually seen her and he was trying to convince the others of his discovery. "I'll prove it to you God damn it!" the boy screamed. "Bitch walked right down here." She could see the boy that was yelling was muscular with intricate tattoos displayed from both wrists to his shoulders. "You're full of shit," the another boy laughed. "Ain't no bitch walking around here naked, less she some crack ho." Again Bailey's heart was racing. She stood motionless as the young men drew nearer. Another decision had to be made; either she stayed at her hiding spot, hoping they didn't find her, or she could make a run for it. If she did decide to run, it was obvious she wouldn't be able to continue down the street she was on. She would have to run one or two streets over, then continue her way towards 4th Street. She looked to the boulevard and to her right she could see a cross street about three houses down. She tried to peer through the darkness at the yards between her and the road, but the large trees on the lawns kept the light from shining through. The boys were jumping into the yards behind her, hooting a hollering as they swept around every tree and bush. She was going to have to run for it. She decided she would run through the darkened front lawns in front of her, hoping none had a fence or any other obstacle to block her way. With a little luck they wouldn't see her. It was the only chance she had of getting away. Slowly she counted, "One .... two ... three," and she was off. "There she is! There she is!" one of the boys screamed. "Holy shit, get her!" Bailey never looked back. She darted through the first yard like a gazelle with a cheetah behind it. She could hear the gang in pursuit behind her, yelling and screaming along the way. Reaching the second yard she noticed small hedgerows lining both sides of the sidewalk leading to the front door of the house. She kept her pace as she leapt across, hurdling both hedges and sidewalk, in one stride. Bolting through the shadowy third yard she zigzagged around several shrubs and made her way to the far corner of the house. There she tried to turn and head for the adjacent cross street, to the side of the property, but it was then she felt her feet come out from under her. The humid air had left heavy dew on the grass, and Bailey found her bare feet had little traction. She slid on her butt for several feet before coming to a stop. Quickly she looked back. She could see three of the boys barreling their way through the bushes, coming straight for her. They were laughing and yelling as they neared the frightened blonde daredevil. In an instant Bailey had jumped to her feet and was once again on her way to the street. The road was not lit and she found the warm pavement more reassuring than the wet grass beneath her bare feet. Not wanting to wear herself out, she tried to pace herself, trying to control her breathing and speed. She could hear the steps of her pursuers closing in behind her. She had always been a good runner and knew if she could keep in front of them, she could probably outlast them. But, they were gaining on her quickly, and she had to move as fast as she could. Bailey could hear the footsteps draw closer and closer, and she dared to look over her shoulder. One of the boys was now only a car length behind her. He was a muscular youth with a shaved head. She could tell he was one of the boys that had been wearing a dew rag, but he had obviously lost the item somewhere during the chase. She could see the other two that had been close, were now fading and losing distance. They were shouting and urging their friend on as he closed in. He was fast and still gaining ground, and her legs began to ache as she pushed herself. Her bare breasts bounced as she ran and began to hurt, but her desire to escape kept her in focus and pushed her on. She continued on as fast as she could, and made a quick turn onto a road that paralleled the one that she had been on when she started her trek. The street was darker than the previous route, but she could tell she was once again running through a row of older homes. The boy was now right behind her as he chased her another two blocks. She could hear him breathing heavy and grunting as he pushed forward. No longer was he yelling and screaming, he was trying to take in every ounce of air he could manage. Suddenly Bailey could feel his fingers on her back. He was reaching out, trying to grab her, his fingertips just within reach. Letting out a yelp she pushed as hard as she could. "Oh my God," she thought. "He's going to catch me." She imagined her fate, chained in some basement and taken over and over again for days. Tears began to well up in her eyes. Her feet were raw. She couldn't keep this pace much longer. Just then she could hear the boy's footsteps fading. She kept her fast stride for several more hundred feet before looking back. She could see him, stopped, hands on his knees, and gasping for air. She could also see him pointing at her, trying to make some kind of sly remark, but his lack of breath kept him from uttering a word. He only stood, bent over, with labored breaths. She continued to run until she was well away from the boy. Slowing her pace, she continued for several more blocks before she made her way to the side of a house at the corner of a side street. There, she collapsed in the murky shadows of the driveway near the home's garage. She sat up, bringing her hands up to her face, trying to muffle her uncontrollable huffing and puffing. She had never run so hard in all her life. Her muscles ached and her legs were on fire. She could feel the heat of her body and the beads of sweat that had formed across her bare flesh. She didn't know how much more she could take, and hoped the other gang members were not on their way to look for her. If she had to run that hard again she would surely be caught. She reached back and rubbed her butt, caressing the spot she had fell on earlier. She knew there would be a big bruise there in the morning. As her breathing became more controlled, Bailey covered her face and began to sob. *** THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME *** Bailey sat alone in the darkness for what seemed like an eternity. She had left all of her jewelry, including her watch, at home and had no sense of time. Her mouth was parched from the running and she believed she could kill for just a glass of water. She kept low and listened intently. Several times she had seen a low ride car pass down the street, driving slowly as if the occupants were looking for something. She could only guess that it was the Latino gang, now mobile and searching for their intended prey. She looked around, knowing she was going to have to move eventually. She couldn't stay where she was all night. Slowly she raised to her feet and cautiously made her way back to the side of the roadway. She was cursing her mind for deciding not to wear shoes. Her feet were raw from her recent scamper and her legs were sore and throbbing. Her hair was hot and damp, and she could feel the perspiration on her bare body dripping down her back and chest. Keeping to the side of the road she stayed in the shadows of the large oaks and maples that bordered the street. She walked just in the edge of the yards, the cool dew on the grass now feeling good on the bottom of her feet. She was one street over from the route she had previously been on, but was still traveling in the right direction. She had lost track of exactly where she was, but surmised that she was more than half way to her car. But she had to be careful. With another incident like the one before, she would probably just give up and hope for the best. From yard to yard Bailey crept down the street, passing one block, then another. Looking at the street signs, she gained her bearings. She was on the corner of Robinson Road and 11th Street; there were still seven blocks to go. Suddenly she heard a dog barking from behind a home up ahead of her. The sound instantly aroused the other dogs in the neighborhood, prompting a k-9 chorus to be heard in all directions. She sneaked behind a tree and watched for any movement in front of her. It was then that she noticed a set of headlights coming up behind her. It was the same automobile she had seen several times before. She turned and made her way to the other side of the tree, where she carefully peered out and spied on the vehicle. It was a four-door car that sat low to the ground. She could see its large chrome wheels, with their thin profiled tires wrapped around them. The car seemed to change color as it passed from one streetlight to another. It was moving slow, and she could hear rap music blaring from within. She knew there were at least four people inside the vehicle as she could see one arm hanging out of each opened window. She tried in vain to see who was inside, with the vehicle's dash lights only faintly highlighting the faces inside. Bailey shook uncontrollably as she continued to look on. She knew in her heart, it was the boys who had been chasing her. "They're not going to give up," she said to herself. "My God. I have to make it to my car." She looked down the roadway. "I will never do this again," she swore to herself. "Just let me get to my car and go home." She watched as the car leisurely traveled past her. She could hear the men laughing inside. "This is fun to them," she thought. "They are enjoying this little chase." But she wasn't going to make it easy. If she could just make it maybe one more mile, she would be free. As the car's taillights faded out of sight, Bailey pushed herself onward. The dogs were still barking, but not just one, several could be heard and all around her. She believed that as long as several animals were carrying on, her position wouldn't be revealed. Again, she sneaked from yard to yard, block by block, taking shelter beneath the shadows of the trees. Occasionally, she found herself making a mad dash beneath the light of the street lamps as she came to a lawn blocked by a fence or wall. At one point she watched as a front porch light was turned on in front of her. She had hunched down behind a parked car, in an adjacent driveway, and watched as the homeowner walked outside and lit a cigarette. She guessed she was delayed for eight or nine minutes as she watched the man puff and blow smoke from between his lips. She sat silently watching the man, biting her bottom lip to make sure she didn't utter a sound. She then noticed the man drop the cigarette on the ground, and stomp it out. He then casually walked inside and turned the light off. With a heavy sigh she gathered herself and, after traveling a couple more blocks, soon found herself in another predicament. Standing at the corner of Robinson and 7th Street she could see the next leg of her journey took her past a small park. To her left stood several basketball courts, surrounded by very tall chain link fences. On her right was a large security wall that spanned several hundred feet down the road. At first she thought she might be able to travel through the ball courts and reemerge somewhere on the other side. But, after a closer look, she realized the gates to courts were chained and padlocked. Her only advantage was that the park didn't seem to have any lights, and, with the gates being locked, most likely no one was inside. Bailey sat in the darkness for several minutes and assessed the path in front of her. She wanted to be careful, there were gang members searching for her, and she didn't need any more people on her trail or alerting them to where she was. But, she could see no other route. She decided she would have to make another hard run until she reached the next block. She hadn't scouted this street during the planning of her dare, and she wasn't sure what lay beyond her newest obstacles. She could only hope there were trees or bushes to hide behind. In the shadows, she crouched on all fours as if she were prepared for some sort of race. Taking a deep breath, she came to her feet and sprinted across the road, into the unwelcomed illumination of the streetlights. Her fists clinched tight, Bailey swung her arms as she raced down the sidewalk. The night air now felt cool on her damp skin, her nipples tight and erect. She concentrated hard on controlling her breathing as she darted past one telephone pole to the next. In the distance, she could hear the sound of a loud car engine, and tires squealing, one or two streets over. The noise had scared her, and her mind wondered if it had anything to do with her. She kept her focus. She had to make it to the next block. For a moment she had to dart into the middle of the roadway as she dodged a couple of metal garbage cans that blocked the sidewalk. But, in and instant she was back on the concrete path, and could see the next street in the distance, another row of houses just beyond. She also noticed she was now running next to a baseball field. She was at the outfield end of the field and thought that if she had to, she could climb this smaller fence to find an escape route. It was then that she thought she heard voices coming from near the dark baseball diamond. She tried to listen over the sounds of her regulated gasps, but she couldn't be sure if it were voices or just the night playing tricks on her. If there was someone there, perhaps she was too far away to see that she wasn't wearing clothes. She really didn't care at this point; it was too late to worry about. She had to make it to the safety of the trees ahead of her. It took only a few more seconds before she reached the next cross street, and the homes beyond. She jogged past the first house, it being on a corner lot and having few trees, and took refuge in the lawn of the next home. There she jaunted behind a set of hydrangea bushes. She laid down in the grass, flat on her back, and again attempted to slow her pulse and breathing. As she rested, she gazed up at the stars. She was deep in the city and the surrounding lights illuminated the sky, drowning out the light from the smaller celestial bodies. But she could easily make out the larger stars, and even noticed a shooting star as it streaked across the sky. She closed her eyes and made a wish. She thought to herself, "I'm almost home." Bailey continued on her stealthy journey, darting here and there, and hiding at points along the way. After a few minutes, she found herself at another side street. The sign read, "5th Street." "I'm almost at the bar," she thought. Across the street she could see a vacant lot. There were no more houses or buildings in front of her and she could see the rear of the bar in the distance. There were also no streetlights, but another problem had arisen. She could see that the lot was bare, with no trees, no bushes, and no places to hide if anyone spotted her. But, there was no other way, and her need to reach her destination outweighed her need for stealth at the moment. She had already planned what she was going to do. She would dart across the lot and make her way to the back of the bar. Once there, she would make a mad dash for her car and not worry if anyone saw her or not. The surprise she would give any onlooker would surely buy her enough time to reach the key and unlock her car. She would then simply speed away as fast as she could until she reached a safe place to put on the clothes that she had left on the back seat. Hurriedly Bailey jogged across the empty land. It was a gravel lot and the tiny rocks cut into the souls of her already raw feet. But the adrenaline was flowing through her body and it masked her pain with determination. She had made it three quarters of the way across the lot when, once again, she noticed headlights on the road behind her. Quickly she dropped down, spread eagle on her belly. She could feel the gravel and grime as it stuck to her body. She looked behind her and could see the same car, slowly rolling down the road on the other side of the lot. She could hear the muted rumble coming from the vehicle's exhaust. She felt as though her heart would burst from her chest. "I'm so close, they can't catch me now." Again the car slowly rolled down the roadway. "They didn't see me," she thought. Not waiting for the car to drive out of sight, Bailey swiftly sprung to her feet and sprinted for the building. She ran with all the strength that she had left, pushing her body to the brink of its limits. Suddenly, she could hear a loud thunder coming from the car. As she looked back she could see the car speeding down the street, away from her, in the opposite direction. She wasn't sure if they had seen her, and she didn't care. In just a few moments she could make it to her vehicle. Reaching the back of the bar, Bailey crouched next to a dumpster. She could smell the foul odors coming from the metal container, and she kept several feet away. Quickly she ran around the corner of the building and made her way to the front edge of the business. She leaned back against the cinderblock wall, taking a moment to catch her breath, then peered around the corner to where her car was parked. It was then that she saw a sickening sight. The yellow lights twirled around rapidly, causing a strobe like effect on the surrounding buildings. Bailey could see a large man kneeling near the front of her car. The figure then stood up and walked to the back of the wrecker. Terrified, she watched as the man pulled on a lever at the back of the truck, the front of her car slowly raising off of the ground. Now, she could clearly see the "No Parking" signs next to her vehicle. She wondered how she could have been so stupid to have not noticed them when she parked. She figured she had been so nervous, and so preoccupied by the people going into the bar, she simply didn't see them. A Dangerous Obsession She sat stunned. She felt like she wanted to cry, but no tears streamed down her face. Her stomach churned inside her. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" she repeated over and over. "What am I going to do now?" Slowly she arose to her feet, letting her back slide its way up the painted block wall. She turned, looking over the parking lot, the numerous cars, trucks, and motorcycles parked all around. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Hey bitch," a voice said behind her. "We've been looking for you." Bailey could only fall to her knees, emotionless, and stoic. She was defeated and exposed, and resigned to her fate. She felt the sensation of pins and needles all across her bare body. She stared at her car as the tow truck slowly carried it down the roadway. "You've caught me," she said sheepishly without looking back. "Now what?"

A Streaker started it all By Vanessa Evans Part 5 Most of the afternoon went relatively quietly apart from the last 10 minutes when a client walked in. Angie saw him before he saw her and by the time he was passing her desk Angie’s nipples had gone rock hard and her pussy was tingling something rotten. “Well hello young lady, I’ve never seen you here before.” “Hello sir, I’m Angie, an intern.” Just then Mr. Whitelock appeared and said, “Ah Mr. Jones, I see you’ve met Angie. Stand up Angie and say hello to Mr. Jones’ properly. Angie has decided to exercise her new found rights.” “So I see, and very nice too, you’re a lucky man Ted Whitelock being able to look at young Angie all day.” “Yes I am, she’s certainly improved the scenery in here.” By then Angie had stood up and as she was shaking his hand she felt her pussy juices escaping and start to run down her inner thigh. “Well young Angie, I will have to come and visit Ted a bit more often. How long are you here for?” “Another 8 months, unless Mr. Whitelock fires me before then.” “He’d be a total idiot to do that.” “Relax Angie,” Mr. Whitelock added, “I’m not a total idiot.” “Thank you sir.” The 2 men went into Mr. Whitelock’s office and Angie tried to calm down before leaving for home. But the thought of the journey home stopped Angie’s arousal level from going down. She’d briefly thought about going home and decided that she wasn’t going to get dressed but now that it was nearly that time she was having second thoughts. She spent that last 10 minutes of her working day thinking, “Yes I will do it,” then, “no I won’t I’ll put my dress on.” She kept alternating between yes and no but as the minute hand on the clock reached the top her dilemma was decided for her. Andy went over to her and picked up her bag. “Hey, that’s mine, give it back to me.” “Come and get it.” Andy went straight to the door out onto the street and before Angie realised it she was out on the street and chasing after Andy. When she finally grabbed his arm he turned and gave her the bag. “What did you do that for Andy?” “To stop you from chickening out and putting your dress on, and here you are, on your way home totally naked.” “Oh my gawd, I am aren’t I?” “Yes you are, and you’re not going to put your dress on are you Angie?” Angie thought for a second then reached up and kissed Andy on his cheek. “Careful Angie no lewd behaviour.” Angie smiled then thanked Andy before telling him that she’d see him in the morning. “Like that I hope.” Andy said. “Yes, yes you will.” With that Angie turned and walked off towards the bus stop with a smile on her face. Although her head was pointing forward her eyes were going from side to side looking at all the other people on the street to see any reactions to her nudity. Mostly there was none, it was like she was invisible, but she saw a few smiles, a couple of gasps, and the odd look of disgust. Angie had expected more of the latter but she hadn’t even thought about having to stand at the bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive but she was pleased that she got just more of the same. Angie also saw a police car drive passed and one of the coppers was looking her way but it didn’t stop. A man in his twenties was stood behind Angie in the queue and Angie could feel his eyes burning her butt so she decided to turn to face the road which meant that the man would be able to see one of her tits. She soon felt his eyes burning into her rock hard nipple and she swapped her weight from one foot to the other and back trying to rub her protruding clit with her lips as she did so. The drivers of the buses had always been friendly people but when the driver saw her his eyes lit up. “Young lady,” he whispered, “naked girls travel for free on my bus, especially the good looking ones.” Angie smiled, thanked him and walked to the stairs up to the top deck. Angie always travelled on the top deck, if there was one, because she could see more when she looked out of the windows. She’d never really thought about anyone looking up her skirts when she climbed up the steep stairs on a bus until that day. The man that was behind her in the queue followed her and she heard him gasp as he started the climb, obviously looking up at Angie’s wet pussy. Angie smiled and walked to the back of the bus looking at the faces of the people who’s heads were at her chest height as she passed them. Sitting in the middle of the back seat Angie could see the backs of the heads of everyone on that deck and when they got up, or others came up the stairs, they would be able to see Angie’s naked front because she put her bag on the seat beside her and just about everyone who got up or sat down turned to look at her. Angie saw them in her peripheral vision as she looked out of the window not wanting direct eye contact which might stop them looking. There were a few people getting off at Angie’s stop and there was a little queue to go down the stairs and the queue had to stop for a few seconds as Angie started to go down with a middle-aged man in front of her. When the queue stopped the man turned his head and discovered that his head was right inline with Angie’s pussy. For a couple of seconds he stared at her pussy causing it to tingle and get a bit wetter. Then the queue started moving again. It was only a few minutes walk from the bus stop to Angie’s house and she felt good and proud during that walk. As she approached the front of the house Angie saw Matt walking towards her. He stopped outside the house and waited with a big grin on his face. “You did it Angie, well done.” He said as she approached him. “Matt, have you got time for a quickie? I’m so horny right now.” Ten minutes later a much more relaxed, naked Angie was walking down the stairs to get herself some food. Justin and Eva were in the kitchen, neither of them paying much attention to Angie’s nudity. After a couple of minutes Matt arrived and said, “Guy’s did Angie tell you her good news?” “No.” Eva replied. “She came home from work naked.” “Wow Angie, I never thought that you would actually do it, I bet that it was nerve-racking.” Eva said. “You’re not kidding but at the same time it was so exciting.” “You mean that you were nearly cumming all the way home.” Justin said, “so it’s permanent nudity from now on is it?” “Yes and no I’m only going to be naked most of the time but I might need your help some of the time. I don’t want to be going out at night on my own if I’m naked.” “I’ll escort you whenever you want me Angie.” Matt said. “Me too,” Justin said, “It will give me the chance to perv on you and maybe some of your naked friends.” “I haven’t got any naked friends.” “You might have if this girls naked in public thing catches on.” Justin replied. “You’ll have to persuade lots of your friends to loose their clothes as well.” “That reminds me,” Angie said, “I need to phone Lucy to see what she’s thinking of doing.” “Do you think that she’ll streak another football game?” Matt asked. “I have no idea, I’ll phone her later and find out.” As they all sat eating Angie realised that being naked around her housemates wasn’t quite as exciting as it originally had been. It was still nice, very nice, but she wasn’t close to cumming all the time. She just hoped that the magic wouldn’t wear off completely. After they’d eaten and cleared up Angie went to her room and stood in front of her window hoping to see some guys hoping to see her naked again but she was disappointed so she picked up her phone and called Lucy. “Hey Angie, how are you doing girl, I was starting to think that you didn’t want to talk to me.” Lucy said as soon as she accepted the call. “Hi Lucy, no, I’ve just been so busy.” “Naked busy I hope.” “Yeah, shall we meet at the Red Lion and talk?” “Good idea, I can be there in 15 minutes.” “So can I, will you be naked Angie?” “Yes, you?” “Of course. See you in 15.” From opposite directions both naked girls arrived at the same time and went into the Red Lion together. The pub went deadly quite for a few seconds then the guys sat drinking at the bar started cheering and calling the girls over. Neither girl was at all nervous or embarrassed as they went and joined the men then started sipping the drinks that were quickly bought for them. After a few minutes Angie said, “Guys, can you just give us 10 minutes on our own please? We need to catch up and do a bit of planning.” Angie and Lucy took their drinks to a table and for the first time saw that some of the other patrons were still staring at the 2 naked girls. Angie just smiled when she made eye contact with one middle-aged woman who was, along with her man, staring at the 2 naked girls. Angie started talking first and told Lucy everything that had happened since they last spoke. Then it was Lucy’s turn. Apparently Lucy had gone home the weekend just past and she’d got naked at home. Her mother had been shocked and tried to tell her off but her father was having none of it telling his wife that Lucy was now 18 and could do what she wanted. Both her father and 2 brothers had spent the whole weekend perving on Lucy and she’d enjoyed every second of it. Lucy had travelled back on the train naked and enjoyed the attention of a group of young men who all wanted to talk to her whilst staring at her naked body. She had deliberately sat at a set of 4 seats facing each other without a table between them and the young men had been able to see her bald pubes and slit as well as her tits. Lucy said that the experience had left her VERY aroused. “So what’s this outrageous plan that you have Lucy?” “It’s not that outrageous, just something that we’ve both done before and enjoyed doing, shopping. I was thinking of going to the shopping centre naked and slowly going round the shops trying clothes on and getting some lunch at the food hall.” “I’m guessing that you mean the big shopping centre in the city not one of the little ones Lucy?” “Of course, may as well go the whole hog.” “I assume that you weren’t planning on buying anything because I haven’t got much money Lucy.” “No I wasn’t, I don’t intend buying any clothes, just trying them on and letting all the male partners look at us as we dress then undress.” “Okay, I’m up for it, what time where?” The 2 girls sorted out the details then looked over to the guys at the bar. Most of them were looked over to Angie and Lucy. “Come on Angie, lets get up on that bar, spread our legs and rub one out for them. It’s the least that we can do for them after all the drinks that they’ll be buying for us.” And that’s just what they did, it was very much like that previous time that they’d got naked in that bar but with an increased number of guys round them. The 2 girls, enjoyed their orgasms and the sexual innuendos which kept both girl very aroused, something that was seen by the guys, their spread, wet, swollen pussies on display for most of the rest of the evening. When it finally came to time to leave the 2 girls left, promising to be back soon. Outside it was dark and both girls suddenly had a bit of a panic, they were naked and outside in the dark on their own and about to split up and go in different directions. Okay the city didn’t have a problem with girls getting attacked but neither of them wanted to take a chance. Angie got her phone out, phoned Matt and asked him to meet them at Lucy’s address with a promise that she’d make it worth his while. The 2 houses and the pub were in a sort of triangle and Matt was there waiting for them when they got there. With the help of a street light he had a good look at Lucy after Angie had introduced them then he told her that he wished that he’d seen her streaking the football match to which Lucy asked him if he’d like to be their ‘minder’ for a bit of fun that they had planned for the Saturday. Matt was up for it him saying that he’d do anything for 2 naked girls. As Angie and Matt walked back to their house she told him about their plan. When they got back Angie invited Matt into her room and they didn’t get to sleep for another hour. ***** It was a bit chilly when Angie stepped out of the house to go to work the next morning. She was only wearing heels and carrying a bag which contained a dress – just in case, and her nipples were rock hard because of the chill. She was amazed, turned on and just a little nervous by the number of people who stared at her as she walked to the bus stop and stood waiting The bus was again a double decker and Angie smiled as it approached. The driver smiled as she got on and waved her away when she offered her money. Angie had timed it right and a man followed her up the steep stairs as she thought that she needed to find an elegant way of climbing stairs with her feet well apart. Unfortunately, the back seat was occupied so Angie slowly walked back to another seat near the back watching the eyes of the other passengers as she walked. She was pleased that most of the men, and some of the women were looking up and down her front as she walked towards them. Sat alone on one of the double seats with her bag beside her, Angie looked out of the window and reflected on how she had changed over the last few weeks. She’d gone from a shy girl to a very outgoing girl who craved men looking at her naked body, but Matt and Andy were both right, the new Angie was the true Angie, the genie had escaped from the bottle and Angie was pleased that it had. Before she knew it the bus was approaching Angie’s stop and she stood ready to get off, and let the passengers who were still sat get a good look at her butt as she exited the bus. It seemed to be busier than usual in the city with everyone rushing to their place of work and Angie was a little disappointed that no one really seemed to be taking any notice of her as she walked the last leg of her journey. In the coffee shop she had to queue for a short while and she felt the eyes of the few sitting customers staring at her. Instead of facing the direction that the queue was moving Angie had stood sideways facing the sat customers. She wanted them to see her tits, slit and clit that she just knew was hard and standing out from behind it’s hood. “Wow, good morning Angie.” The barista said when Angie got to the front of the queue. “My usual please.” Angie said. “No need to do any more bending to get sugar that I bet you never even used Angie. Is this new way of getting to work permanent or do I need to absorb as much of the beautiful scenery in one go?” “It’s legal now so it’s probably permanent, at least until the weather takes a turn for the worse.” “Let’s hope that we have permanent sunshine from now on then. Here, have today’s fix on me, you’ve made my day Angie.” Angie left the coffee shop a little happier and a little more aroused and had a smile on her face for the rest of her walk. There were also smiles from her male colleagues when she walked into the office, Andy saying, “Proud of you Angie.” When Mr. Whitelock arrived he called Angie into his office. Angie again standing back with her feet shoulder width apart hoping that her boss would look at her pussy and protruding clit. He did, this time for a lot longer than previous times causing the tingling in Angie’s pussy and nipples to get stronger. “So Angie, it’s good to see that you are sticking with your convictions, do you think that you will keep it up?” “Yes sir, well until the weather takes a turn for the worse, I’ve come to the conclusion that this is the real me.” “Well Angie, you certainly seemed to be happier yesterday and again today.” As they were talking Angie was looking at her boss’ eyes and was pleased to see that they were looking at her pussy for most of the time. “Sir, would you like me to check-in with you each morning to see if you have any other special jobs that you want me to do?” “That’s a good idea Angie, yes, come and see me each morning, stand there like that and we’ll review your work.” “Yes sir, anything else?” There was a pause of a few seconds then Angie was told that she could go back to her work. As she left his office she deliberately walked so that her backside went from side to side like she’d seen models walk on the runway, and she was also smiling, knowing that he only wanted those meetings so that he could look at her pussy. Sat at her desk she tried, unsuccessfully, to think of a way that she could give him a better look at her pussy. She got an image in her head of her laying on her back on his desk with her legs on his shoulders and him then pushing her ankles wide apart so that he could see right inside her. Angie was happy to expose herself as much as she could to Mr. Whitelock because it was because of him that she had discovered her true self. She finally got back to her work with a smile on her face. Andy again went to the sandwich shop with her at lunchtime and he too commented on how happy she looked then he said, “You really do get off on men looking at your naked body don’t you Angie?” Being an honest girl she replied, “Yes I do, when I see a man looking at me I start tingling in my pussy and nipples.” “Maybe you should enter a few amateur stripper or wet T-shirt competitions, or even join a men’s rugby team. I can just see you in the communal showers after a muddy game and all the naked men rubbing the mud off you.” “Now I KNOW that you’re a pervert Andy, I’m not big enough to play rugby but the amateur stripper or wet T-shirt competitions sound good, I hadn’t thought of those.” “I’ll try and think of some alternatives to rugby for you Angie.” “Thanks Andy, you can stare at my naked body as much as you want.” “It’s a shame that we haven’t got a stationary cupboard at work,” Andy said, “I could drag you in there and ravage your body for an hour or so.” “You’d only last an hour Andy? I thought that you were a real man.” “Very funny Angie. You’d have to crawl out after an hour with me.” “Sure I would.” That afternoon Mr. Whitelock called Angie into his office again and she again stood in the same position and he again stared at her pussy for a while before giving her a couple of envelopes and telling her to take them to the court house. Angie smiled and replied, “Yes sir, will you be following me over there sir?” “No Angie, I don’t think that my heart could take it. Off you go.” Angie slowly walked to the court house, her head going from side to side looking to see who was looking at her. As she got near the court house she saw a policeman, the same one as the last time. She watched him all the time and saw that he was watching her. She was a little nervous and was sure that he was just looking for an excuse to arrest her so she made sure that her hands were nowhere near her tits or pussy. In the courthouse admin office the 2 women were again pleased to see her. This time though they engaged in a lot more conversation wanting to know more about what Angie had been doing with her new found freedom. Angie, of course, gave them a slightly more detailed summary, not mentioning that both her and Lucy had made themselves cum whilst sat on the bar in the pub. When she told them that her and Lucy were going shopping on the Saturday they wanted details of exactly where and when, it was like they were going to go and watch them. Or maybe they wanted to know so that they could send their men to get them all aroused so that they could go home and ravage the women. Angie hoped that it was the latter because women seeing her naked didn’t do much for her. Angie finally got away and the same policeman was outside. Angie guessed that he was again waiting for her just to try to catch her doing something that he could arrest her for. When Angie got back to the office she went to see Mr. Whitelock to tell him about the policeman. Angie again standing in the most exposing position that she could without making it obvious what she was doing. “Don’t let the idiot intimidate you Angie. Just keep your hands away from you’re genitals and you will be okay.” Mr. Whitelock told her. Later, back at her desk Angie had an idea, “What if she had a vibrator inside her and it brought her to an orgasm right in front of the policeman? Would that be classed as lewd behaviour or public indecency?” Angie needed to do some more research and then maybe discuss the subject with Mr. Whitelock. After she’d decided that she smiled and realised that she was planning to discuss her having an orgasm in front of a policeman with her boss. Something that she would never have dreamed possible a few weeks ago. The rest of Angie’s day went okay but when she was walking to the bus stop she realised that more people were looking at her. “Must be more relaxed knowing that their working day was over.” Angie thought. There were quite a few people waiting to get on the bus and Angie noticed that the woman in front of her in the queue turned away and stuck her nose up in the air when she saw Angie behind her. That made Angie smile and she thought how stupid the woman was, but there again she did look like she could so with losing 20 or 25 Kg which might just have been colouring her thoughts. Angie was lucky enough to get a seat at the back of the upper deck of the bus although she did have men sat at the ends of the long seat. Angie again sat with her feet firmly on the floor and her knees apart. She watched other men walking down the aisle towards her and discovered that they were more likely to stare at her pussy if they thought that she wasn’t looking at them. This gave Angie the idea of turning her head to one side and pretend to be looking out of the window so that the men weren’t self-conscious about looking at her, but looking at them though her peripheral vision. She also decided to try to find her sunglasses. Whilst she was looking out of the window Angie smiled when she saw another naked woman walking down the street looking like she didn’t have a care in the world. Angie realised that she too was getting much more relaxed about being naked in public, but that didn’t stop her from being aroused all the time. When it came time to get off the bus Angie waited until they were at the stop to get up and move forward. She’d realised the previous day that if she was behind a man going down the stairs and he had to stop and wait for others to get off then if she somehow attracted his attention and turned to see who was behind him, his head would be right in front of her pussy. She had to cough to attract the man’s attention but he did get a close up view of her pussy before turning and going further down the stairs. The experience made the slight tingling in her pussy increase. Angie had a quiet evening on her own at the house, her housemates being out somewhere and there was no sign of Tom in his room. ***** The next morning Angie went and knocked on Mr. Whitelock’s door and when she went in she stood in her usual revealing position and waited for her boss to look her up and down and stare at her pussy and clit that was rapidly growing and hardening “Yes Angie, what can I do you for?” “Sir, can I ask you a hypothetical question?” “Of course.” “Well sir it’s for a friend who has also decided to take advantage of your discovery, she was wondering what the legal position would be if she were to have an orgasm while she was naked and stood in front of a policeman. Say out on the street.” “A friend you say?” “Yes sir.” “Well Angie, if the girl put her hands on her breasts or her genitals she could be prosecuted for lewd behaviour. If she were to start shouting words that are usually associated with women having an orgasm she could be prosecuted for disturbing the peace. If she were to start squirting vaginal excretions that would probably be classed as lewd behaviour as well. Apart from that the policeman couldn’t arrest her for anything, all other indications of her having an orgasm would be internal and very difficult to prove that it was the result of an orgasm. Does that answer your question?” “What if I, sorry my friend, were to start shaking and maybe jerking?” “Again that would be impossible to prove that it was the result of an orgasm.” “So apart from what you have mentioned there is no chance that my friend could get arrested?” “Correct Angie but I would have thought that she would need some sort of stimulation to be able to have an orgasm without her body being touched.” “She was thinking about a vibrator sir, possibly a remote controlled one.” “Don’t remote controlled vibrators need some sort of external antenna or a wire that would be visible? If that’s the case it might come under the category of lewd behaviour but that would probably have to be proved in court. It might just make a very interesting case that would set a legal president.” “Sir, I believe that not all remote controlled vibrators need an antenna but I suspect that the controlling range would be reduced.” “Interesting Angie, interesting. Anything else?” “No sir, thank you.” Angie stood there for a few more seconds looking at Mr. Whitelock’s eyes and seeing that they were still glued to her pussy and clit. During those few seconds Angie had a vision of her cumming whilst standing there with him watching. She also wondered if her clit got even bigger when she was actually cumming. She knew that it did when she was aroused, like she was every time that she was stood in front of her boss with her legs open enough for him to see her clit but did it get even bigger when she was cumming. Angie decided to have a mirror handy the next time that she was rubbing one out. “Thank you sir.” Angie said when her little daydream ended “oh, you said that you wanted to see me each morning.” “Yes Angie, I did, what are you working on today?” Angie explained what she was, and would be doing for the rest of the day but she was sure that Mr. Whitelock wasn’t listening, his eyes were staring at her pussy. “So that’s it sir.” Angie loudly said. “Oh yes, thank you Angie, you may go now.” Angie again walked out of his office with a smile on her face. Back at her desk Angie mentally went through her finances to see when she would be able to afford a remote controlled vibrator. Unfortunately she would have to wait until the end of the month. The rest of the day, in fact the rest of the week went very much the same as recent days with Angie getting more confident about being out on the streets and on buses totally naked. One night she had invited Matt to spend the night with her and the next Tom. All the being naked was leaving Angie with a thirst for sex. On the Saturday morning Angie and Matt set off to meet Lucy to go shopping. They met her outside her house then walked to the bus stop that would take them to the big shopping centre on the other side of the city. The bus was a single deck one and Angie was a little disappointed that she couldn’t go up any stairs with, hopefully, a man following her up. They did however sit near the back of the bus, the 2 girls slowly walking down the aisle with Matt behind them. Of course Angie had been to the huge shopping centre before but it seemed different this time. All Angie could think of was that this time she was naked. During the walk to the bus the 3 of them had talked and it was agreed that Matt would let the 2 girls do whatever together and that Matt would walk a few metres from them, pretending that he wasn’t with them but close enough if they needed him. Matt was happy with this because it gave him a better chance to look at their nude bodies. Walking into the shopping centre the 2 girls were approached by a security guard. Matt saw this and moved in. “Good morning ladies,” the guard said to the 2 slightly nervous girls, “just to let you know that we know about the change in the law and that you won’t have any trouble from any of the guards unless you start doing anything inappropriate.” “Thank you,” Angie replied, “but just to let you know the law hasn’t actually changed, it’s just that a long forgotten law has been discovered, the media picked up on it and now it would appear that half the country knows about it.” “And you would know this how?” “I work at the law firm that discovered the law.” “Is that right? Well please pass my thanks on to the relevant people, having naked girls wander around here really makes my day.” “Our pleasure.” Angie said and her and Lucy walked off with Matt following at a distance. “Well that’s one problem that we won’t have.” Lucy said as they approached a fashion shop. “You’re expecting problems Lucy?” Angie asked. “Only resisting some of the gorgeous clothes that I hope we will see.” The staff in the first fashion shop that they went into just stared at them as they browsed through the racks. “Looks like the shop staff got the memo.” Lucy said. “Do we try clothes on out here or should we go to the changing rooms to do it?” Angie asked. “Good question Angie, maybe there will be some men standing outside the changing rooms and we can accidentally touch ourselves getting changed with the curtains open.” “Settled then.” Angie replied. And that’s what they did in all the fashion shops. In some they were lucky and had men watching them and some they weren’t. Well there was always Matt watching them but he didn’t really count. When they went to the food hall for a drink and snack they sat with Matt and he told them that he’d had a couple of conversations with men that were standing outside the changing rooms, them not realising that Matt was with the 2 naked girls, and Matt passed on the compliments that the men had said about the girls and also what they had said they would like to do with the girl’s bodies. This amused and pleased both girls and they both admitted to Matt that the comments made them horny. Matt also told the girls that he’d felt a bit guilty and that some of the shop assistants had stared at him as if he was just there to perv on the naked girls, which of course he was. “Don’t let them get to you Matt.” Lucy said, “We know the truth and that’s all that matters.” After their lunch they decided to go up a floor and see what was up there. This brought a whole new experience to both girls. Neither of them had thought about how exposed their butts and pussies would be to the people following them up the escalators. It was Matt who moved in and suggested that they wait to get on until a man, or men, looked like they were going to get on the escalator then make sure that they get on first. Both girls quickly smiled as it all fell into place and that’s what they did, usually standing side by side but on different steps. It was Angie that suggested the different steps so that they could easily stand with their feet apart without banging into each other. This teasing of the men behind and below them quickly became more important to them than clothes shopping and in the next hour or so they had gone up all 7 escalators in the complex multiple times, each time timing things so as to give pleasure to both the men and the 2 girls. By the time the girls had had enough for one day 30 or 40 men must have had a good look at the 2 wet pussies and hundreds of people had seen them naked. Numbers that both girls were proud of. On the bus back across the city the sexual excitement of the 2 girls was very obvious to Matt who invited Lucy back the his and Angie’s house. Eva was out but Justin was there and before long Matt and Angie, and Lucy and Justin were making out on the sofas. The guys fucked the girls to orgasms but neither girl was sated and they changed partners for another round of fucking. After another round with their original partners the girls had had enough for a while. They phoned for pizzas to be delivered and both naked girls answered the door to a pleasantly surprised delivery guy. After pizza a few beers and quite a bit of talking Justin escorted Lucy back to her place and Matt and Angie went to her room for some more benefits. ***** On the Sunday Angie decided to go to the gym again, and to go for a swim afterwards. But this time Angie didn’t take any clothes to wear. When she got there the student who was manning the reception just stared at her as she signed in then went to the ladies changing room to leave her bag. In the workout room everything stopped when she walked in and went to start her routine. Things slowly started to happen again as most of the guys and the 2 girls went back to what they were doing. No one said a word until one guy decided that he wanted to lay on the bench and lift some weights. Unsurprisingly when he wanted someone to spot him he turned to Angie. She was on her back on the mats doing some leg stretches at the time and he just stood there looking down at her spread pussy until she got to her feet. He finally managed to ask for her help and soon he was on his back looking up at her wet pussy. Angie looked at the weights that he was lifting and saw that there was only 1 x 10 Kg disc on each end of the bar. Angie smiled to herself convinced that she could easily have lifted that bar, but she wasn’t complaining, he was a man looking at her pussy close up. Angie wondered if he was one of the men that she’s spotted for the previous Sunday because if he was he wouldn’t be able to see any more of her pussy than the previous week but he would be able to look up her front and see her tits with their rock hard nipples. Once that man had finished Angie had the same problem as the previous week, a constant stream of men wanting her to spot for them. She also had one of the girls ask her. Having a girl getting a close up of her pussy wasn’t something that turned her on, but at the same time it didn’t turn her off so Angie helped the girl and looked down at her as she was probably looking up at Angie’s pussy. Angie noticed that the girls nipples were poking at her top and wondered is she was getting turned on and if she was a lesbian. Again it took Angie twice as long to finish her routine and she noticed that none of the guys left the room before she did. After the workout room Angie had decided to go for a swim, get some lengths in. At the pool’s entrance the girl manning the desk looked at the naked Angie and when their eyes met the girl said, “Yes, I know that it’s legal, you’re not the first naked girl today.” “Is the other girl still here?” Angie asked hoping to meet her. “Sorry, she left about 30 minutes ago.” Angie was disappointed but she still went to the changing room to put her things in a locker. As Angie walked out to the pool she saw that there were more people there than the previous week. A couple of them were staring at her but Angie dove in and started her lengths. Fifteen minutes later Angie stopped swimming and got her breath. She’s loved the feeling of the water rushing by her pussy and nipples but she was out of breath. As she stood there she looked at all the young men there to see if one of them was Tom, the guy from over the back of her house, but she didn’t recognise any of them. What’s more, they were all concentrating on their swimming so she decided that she needed some other exercise that would get people looking at her. As she climbed out of the pool and walked to the changing room she suddenly smiled. “I know, I’ll go jogging, I’m bound to have all sorts of people looking at me if I jog through the centre of the city.” With a more upbeat frame of mind Angie got her shampoo and went for a shower only to discover that she was alone there. As she was rinsing off her right hand went to her pussy and started rubbing around her clit. One orgasm later she was still alone so she got dried, collected her belongings and headed home, confidently walking along the street without a care in the world. No one else was at home so it was a quick change of shoes, fill her little water bottle and out she went again. Angie had a 5 mile route that she usually jogged but that route was designed to keep her away from roads and houses as much as possible but on this day she headed straight for the city centre. No one could possibly say that her tits were bouncing about as she ran but the internal mass was going up and down a little and it was certainly visible from the outside. The other thing with jogging naked was that the breeze that she was creating was tickling her pussy and nipples which was keeping her slightly aroused. On she ran passing people going both ways. She quickly realised that people were stepping out of her way when she was used to have to run around people. Then she realised that stepping out of the way gave them the excuse to turn and look at her butt as she ran away from them. Angie ran down the main shopping street and wondered if she was distracting some car drivers but she didn’t care, that was their problem. One of the cars was a police car but it didn’t stop and there was no way that the occupants could not have seen her. She thought about tits again, could naked girls with big tits running be classed as lewd behaviour? After all they would be bouncing about looking like the girl would be in some sort of pain. She took a quick glance at her own tits and was pleased that she only had small tits. All the people looking at her was arousing Angie, not enough to make her cum but enough to make her think about getting fucked. Angie changed her planned route and headed for Tom’s house. Fortunately he was at home and to the delight of his housemates she went in. After a shower with Tom during which she relieved most of her arousal, and Tom’s sudden arousal, she joined them all for a few drinks during which she revelled in the attention that they gave her, especially as some of the time she sat opposite them with her knees slightly apart, and some of the time she sat on Tom’s lap with him idly playing with her clit as they talked. After another session of benefits in Tom’s room he went out with her to the fence between the gardens and helped her climb over the fence back into her garden. As Angie walked up to her room she thought about all the sex that she’d had recently and decided that 2 + 2 did make 4. All the sex was a result of her nudity. It was a happy Angie that climbed into her bed that night. *****

Amelia's Halloween Disaster by theoneandonly Amelia glanced at the clock again, it read 5:50pm. She had only ten minutes to finish getting ready before her ride would arrive to drive her to school for the Halloween Party. The girl began to panic and rush around her room looking for the pieces of her costume. She was going to go as Black Widow this year, well the blonde version of her. She hoped that her classmates would enjoy her costume and maybe make better friends. See, Amelia was a good student, leaning on the nerdy side. She mostly kept to herself during the day which earned her a bad reputation with the other classmates, most of them thinking that she thought she was better than them. It was the opposite though; Amelia was just really shy and self-conscious. She didn’t like showing off skin and never thought too much of her appearance, even though she was very cute. She had a fit body from running all the time after school, which gave her a really firm bubble butt, girls were jealous of her ass and guys would stare as she walked by. Unlike her large derriere, she lacked tits. She never quite developed past an A cup, and it drove her mad. If she raised her arms up, her breasts would disappear and all that would be left are her pointy nipples bobbing about. She hated how her nipples jotted out and seemed to always be hard. They seemed to pierce through her A cup bras to say hello to the world, and it’s because of that that Amelia stuffed her bras to resemble a B cup. She was ashamed in it, but she liked how it gave her an appearance of being more mature and how the padding nullified her nipples. Amelia also had black framed glasses and gorgeous blue eyes. But her pride was her blonde hair. Her hair was silky smooth and shoulder length and would produce perfect curls without having to do anything to it. It was obvious that she cared about her hair since she always fiddled and brushed it during class. It was 5:55pm now. Amelia squealed in angst. She was just in her padded black lace bra with purple trim and matching panties. Why oh why did she take a nap after school and forget to set her alarm?! Amelia grabbed the ‘Black Widow’ tight pants and began to pull them on. Because of her bubble butt she would normally have to buy a size up, but the Costume Store only had a small in stock and she decided to buy it anyways. Amelia struggled with the pants trying to pull them up her ass and with a big tug she managed to accomplish her task, but the yank pulled her panties up too, giving her a permanent wedgie. Amelia attempted to relieve the wedgie, but the pants were too tight and she couldn’t fish them out without taking the pants down again and she didn’t have time for that. She figured she could deal with her panties stuck up her ass. She grabbed ‘Black Widow’s’ top now and pulled the tight form fitting zip up on. She then slowly zipped it up all the way so it looked like a normal shirt. It fit her well, but she was missing the typical cleavage that Scarlet Johansson had in the movies. So she pulled the zipper down to tit level. Amelia was taken aback by how large her tits looked smooshed together with the padding. The purple frills of her black lace bra were peeking out subtly too which made it hotter. Amelia admired her chest in the mirror and made a few adjustments to hide any padding that might be seen. To finish off her costume she put on silver arm bracelets and grabbed two small squirt guns. Credit to her, she looked like a good blonde Black Widow with glasses. Her suit was tight which isn’t something she liked to wear, but she wanted to impress the other students. BEEP BEEP!! A car horn blared in her driveway. “I can’t believe I made it in time” Amelia thought to herself. As she turned to leave her room she caught the reflection her ass gave off in the mirror and for a quick second she could have sworn she could see her wedged panties right through the black material. She didn’t have time to double check, so she said good bye to her parents and ran out to the driveway with a pit of fear in her stomach beginning to grow. Her neighbor and fellow classmate, Jen, was giving her a ride. Jen didn’t care for Amelia, it wasn’t anything they did to each other, and she just didn’t know her or care to. But Amelia asked for a ride and Jen said sure since they were neighbors after all. Jen was dressed as a slutty witch and had a happy surprised look on her face as she watched Amelia run out to her car. She has never seen Amelia look like this before. Amelia got in the car and Jen complimented her look and then they were off. The two girls talked as if they were old friends. In Amelia’s mind her outfit gave her more confidence and it was already doing its job. The car pulled into the school parking lot and Amelia stared out the window at all the students. The popular girls wore promiscuous outfits that showed off their bodies while everyone else had cool interesting outfits. Jen hopped out of the car and before Amelia could buddy up to her, Jen ran to her friends group and vanished into the party. That’s when Amelia’s confidence started to fall as she became aware she didn’t have the established friend group here. Her school friends told her they weren’t going but Amelia insisted on coming anyways. Amelia shyly entered the School Cafeteria and could feel eyes on her from classmates she never interacted with. A group of those eyes belonged to Brie and her squad of bitchy cheerleaders and boyfriends. Brie hated Amelia for no reason other than jealousy. Brie wished she could have blonde hair like Amelia, and one time her boyfriend, Mark, drunkenly said he thought Amelia had the best ass in the school, a statement he instantly redacted and said Brie had the nicest ass; Brie never forgot. Brie was dressed as slutty Cinderella in a short blue gown. Amelia’s social anxiety kicked in and she walked to where the refreshment table was. The table had Jack O Lanterns and snacks and a punch bowl on it. She grabbed a cup off the table and found that it was sticky. Disgusted she looked for extra cups and saw that there were some off to the side behind a group of pirates talking and joking with each other. She didn’t want to interrupt so she leaned over the table to reach for them. Behind her, Brie and her posse watched Amelia’s bubble butt jiggle as the blonde bent over the table. The stretched out black pants became virtually see through and they all could see her wedgied panties and ass cheeks clear as day. Brie went to make a joke but saw her boyfriend staring in lust, same as all the other boys around him. Meanwhile, Amelia successfully grabbed the cups and unbent over. She could have sworn she heard angry sighs from behind when she did that, but put it out of her head. Brie was pissed that her boyfriend was practically drooling over Amelia’s ass so she gathered her cheerleader friends and came up with a humiliating plan to ruin Amelia’s night. Amelia shyly stood off to the side and took in the sights and sounds of the party. She was aware of the looks she was getting from boys and was blushing a bit. She also saw a few girls were giving her the stinkeye and muttering to each other. Maybe coming to this party wasn’t the smartest idea, she thought. She was here for an hour already and just kept to herself like usual. Amelia made up her mind and wanted to leave since it wasn’t going like she imagined, but that’s when Chet, a boy from her science class, approached her and asked if she wanted to dance. Chet was wearing a sloppily put together ‘strongman’ costume. Amelia was giddy and said sure in an almost whisper. She knew Chet was one of the more popular boys in school and that he hung out with Mark and Brie and the rest of the cheerleaders. She also believed Chet was in a relationship with one of Brie’s friends. As they made their way to the dance floor, Amelia asked Chet about it. His response was that his girlfriend said it was fine because she didn’t like to dance. Amelia shrugged it offand began to dance. The music was blaring some pop punk songs and Amelia was shredding her anxiety. She danced with Chet for 3 straight songs and even found her way to the center of the dance floor with other students cheering them on. She was lost in the moment and wasn’t aware that the cheers were more wolf whistles because of her outfit. Her tight pants became see through and showed her wedgied panties and ass with every slight bend or dip she did. Every dance move she hit, her ass jiggled and her padded chest heaved. When the 3rd song ended she was hailed with applause as if it were a seen in a movie. She felt so fulfilled and accepted by her peers, a feeling that she always longed for. She wasn’t aware that Chet was looking at Brie and her cronies on the outside of the dance floor giving him a signal. He nodded and grinned and wondered if Brie was actually going to go through with her plan. As the fourth song was winding down, Amelia followed Chet and they made their way to the fringes of the dance floor. That was the most fun Amelia has had in a social setting ever. But her good feeling was about to end. Amelia left the dance floor following Chet and could see that he was making a bee line straight to Brie and her friends, and that included Chet’s girlfriend, Tina (who was dressed as slutty Snow White). Amelia slowly followed even though she knows Brie has always been a bitch to her and didn’t like her. All the dancing has caused her to sweat a bit and make her skin glisten, it also made her clothes stick tighter to her body than before. Chet didn’t even look back at Amelia once when they left the dance floor and instead went through Brie and the girls to talk with the guys behind them. This left Amelia standing in front of the girls by herself. The pit in her stomach returned as she saw Brie’s face give an evil little smile. “Enjoy dancing with Tina’s boyfriend, slut?” Brie asked in a bitchy tone, “You think its ok to be all up against someone else’s man?” Amelia was at a loss and quite nervous now. All she could muster as a response was, “Um, Chet said that, um, Tina said it was ok.” “OK?! Why would I say it’s ok to act like a slut with my boyfriend?!”, Tina yelled at her with an evil grin on her face. The two on one verbal confrontation was almost too much for Amelia to handle. She didn’t know what else to say. “Im sorry, ok? I, we, were just dancing. I wasn’t being a slut.” “You weren’t being a slut? What do you call your cleavage out and showing off your ass in those see through pants!? HUH?!” , Said Brie. Amelia’s mind whirled, what See-through pants are they talking about? But then she remembered the quick reflection she saw in the mirror earlier. Amelia suddenly glanced behind her and stuck her butt out a bit and saw the black pants material become transparent and could see her bunched panties and ass cheeks. She felt sick. Has everyone seen her ass and wedgied panties? Amelia quickly put a hand over her ass and stood up straight. “Eek! I, I didn’t know. Look, I’m sorry but I have to leave.” Amelia turned to leave the conversation but was grabbed by Brie and Tina. “Oh, we aren’t buying that excuse. We know you’re a slut who has been dying to show off her body. That’s why you chose to dress like this tonight. So we are going to help you show it off.”, Brie sinisterly whispered into Amelia’s ear. Amelia began to fully panic and tried to call out for help but Tina placed her hand over her mouth and prevented her from making a loud peep. Naturally, Amelia began to struggle but found that the 2 cheerleaders were much stronger than she was and easily held her in place. Amelia then felt the back of her shirt get raised up and then heard the girls sniggering with delight. “OMG, look Tina, the slut’s panties are wedgied up her ass. She must like the feeling of them. Lets help her out!” , Brie said with laughter. The two bitchy cheerleaders then each grabbed handfuls of Amelia’s black lace with purple trim panties and yanked them sky high. Amelia howled into Tina’s palm as her panties rocketed up her ass to about mid back level. Her asshole burned from the friction and pressure began to build on her pussy. The girls weren’t satisfied and yanked again on the poor blonde’s panties, this time stretching them to shoulder length. Amelia moaned in pain into Tina’s hand and was able to scream words for help. The 2 bullies quickly released Amelia’s stretched put panties which loosely fell down into place outside her pants. Brie and Tina nervously looked around to see if anyone heard Amelia, and to their delight they couldn’t even see any chaperones around at all. A few fellow students glanced over to them but returned to their own business not thinking anything of it. Amelia bent over and tried to pull her panties from her asscrack. She made a mistake by not running away from the bullies. Brie and Tina grabbed Amelia and pulled her closer to them. Tina’s hand covered the blonde’s mouth again. Once again Amelia felt her panties being grabbed by the girls and tightened her ass ready for another wedgie. “Hmm, Tina, ya know we were able to get her panties to her shoulders last time, I bet if we got more help we could snap them over her head into an atomic wedgie. Hahaha!”, laughed Brie. Tina then called for Chet to come over. Amelia’s heart began racing. They wouldn’t ask Chet to give her a wedgie right? Chet wouldn’t do it, she told herself. They just shared a moment together on the dance floor, He’s a good guy! Amelia’s face blushed red and was very hot as she heard Chet approach behind her. Hearing his laugh as he clearly saw the two bitches holding her stretched out panties was a horrific punch to her heart. She listened to Brie and Tina tell Chet what to do and he laughed. Amelia strained her neck and looked back over her shoulder to Chet and locked eyes with him. He had a big grin on his face and no soul behind his eyes. Amelia was able to muster out a “..Chet..” before the big jock wrenched her panties up over her head with the power of a charging rhino. Amelia’s eyes went wide as the panties burned through her asshole and pussy. Then her vision became obscured as the black lacy panties snapped down over her eyes and nose, effectively trapping her in an Atomic Wedgie. Tina removed her hand from Amelia’s mouth and Brie shoved Amelia forward. Amelia stumbled and awkwardly wobbled about. She could hear the bullies behind her laughing, but then she heard laughter coming from all sides. Amelia’s spirit instantly left her. She stood knowing that her classmates were watching her stumble around in an Atomic Wedgie. The pressure that was on her pussy was immense, but the fire in her ass was out of this world. She needed to get out of this Atomic Wedgie and get away from Brie. Amelia grabbed at her panties but found that she didn’t have enough strength to pull them off her head. If she couldn’t remove the wedgie, then maybe she could get away. Although her vision was obscured from the panties, she could still make out objects and people. Amelia began to awkwardly shuffle away from Brie and got about ten feet away before 2 hands grabbed her around the waist. By the touch, she knew it was Tina and Brie again. Before she could yell, in a sudden swoosh, she felt her black pants get violently pulled to the floor. The laughter that broke out at seeing Amelia standing with her pants around her ankles and in an Atomic Wedgie drowned out her cries. Amelia freaked and tried to run away and instantly tripped over the bundled pants on her ankles and landed hard on the ground in the ‘face down ,ass up’ pose with her back slightly arched from the atomic wedgie. Amelia would die if she knew the view Brie, Tina and a whole bunch of other students got from seeing her from behind like this. Her black lacy panties were basically as thin as string down below. So her asshole was just about covered but her pussy lips were clearly visible since the panties were basically flossing them. Brie grabbed at Amelia’s pants and pulled them off her feet and tossed them behind her into the crowd of students. Amelia came to and realized her compromising position and sat up. She didn’t know how much could have been seen and she didn’t even want to think about it. A good thing he did notice was that when she fell, her panties tugged a bit more so she was able to finally remove the atomic wedgie. Her stretched out panties lazily floated down to her waist. But it’s here that she looked around and found that she was the center of attention with all her classmates circling her. She shot a hand behind her to pull the wedgie out of her bubble butt as her other hand went down between her thighs to hide her crotch. A few tears trickled out of her eyes as she was ready for a full blown cry, but she was interrupted yet again by Tina and Brie pulling her up to her feet. “Don’t cry yet, Amelia, we are just getting started!” hissed Brie. Tina pinned Amelia’s arms behind her back, forcing Amelia’s obscene cameltoe into view, which got a pop from the crowd. Her pale pussy lips were reddened from the friction. Amelia saw classmates with cameras out and hung her head in shame. Brie didn’t waste any time and walked in front of Amelia and grabbed her chin with one hand to force the blonde to make eye contact with her. Amelia was defeated and could only watch in horror as Brie began to unzip her shirt. Amelia suddenly came back to, its humiliating enough to be pantsless in school after being horribly wedgied, but if Brie was to find out and reveal to all her classmates that Amelia stuffs her bra, she would be ruined. It became fight or be humiliated time, and Amelia needed to fight. The zipper tugged down just below Amelia’s bra when Amelia nailed Brie in the head with a vicious head-butt. The sudden assault caught Brie by surprise and she crumpled to the floor in extreme pain. Tina was frozen by shock at what just happened, that she didn’t even realize Amelia pulled free from her grasp and hit her with a back elbow to the jaw. Tina crumpled to the floor too. With her tormentors down on the ground Amelia was free to run away and she did…….., for all of 5 feet before turning back around with vengeance on her mind. Amelia fixed her cameltoe wedgie before returning to the downed ‘princesses’. Amelia is not a fighter or a mean girl, but she wanted to embarrass Brie and Tina so much. Brie got up to all fours and was trying to regain her thoughts when she felt the hem of her blue gown get pulled. She looked over her shoulder to see Amelia holding it with hate in her eyes. Before Brie could plead or say anything Amelia pulled her dress upwards over Brie’s body until it tangled around her shoulders, revealing Brie’s tanned ass in a skimpy hot pink G-string, but most of all how Brie decided to go braless. Brie’s C-cup tits swung free with her tiny pink nipples instantly getting hard. The crowd cheered as Brie shrieked and tried her best to cover up. Amelia saw Tina get up from the corner of her eye and had to release Brie’s blue dress. Tina stupidly charged Amelia, who easily side stepped her. Since Tina was still dizzy from the elbow shot she received, she fell to the floor on all fours next to Brie. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure what Amelia was going to do next. She grabbed the hem of Tina’s yellow dress and just like she did with Brie’s, she pulled it up to her shoulders. Tina was trapped in her own dress and heard the unmistakable sound of laughter, and she knew it was for her choice of panties. Tina’s tanned ass was revealed to be covered by a tight pair of ‘My Little Pony’ panties. And like Brie she also chose to go topless, so her B-Cup tits with her rather large pink nipples were exposed too. So there the scene was, in the middle of the school’s Halloween Party, Amelia (who is panstless in stretched out panties) just bested Brie and Tina (who are laying on the floor tangled in their dresses with their panties and tits exposed to the school). The crowd was whooping it up and taking picture after picture of the 3 women. Amelia stupidly believed their adoration was for herself and instead of quickly leaving the Party she wallowed in the spot light for too long. She forgot that maybe Brie and Tina would be pissed and want to punish her. Brie was the first to fix her dress. Her blushing face looked around and at the gawking students and rage filled her soul. Amelia looked at Brie’s body language and knew she fucked up and that she should have left when she has the chance. Brie rose from the ground like a monster from a slasher flick. As Amelia turned to flee, Tina caught her ankle from under her dress. Amelia stumbled away which gave Brie the perfect amount of time to catch her by her stretched panties. She pulled back hard, but Amelia kept trying to run away. Amelia’s black lacy panties began to stretch away from her bubble butt to the point that they were four feet away from each other. Amelia only stopped running when she heard a ripping noise. As she looked over her shoulder to the grinning Brie, she saw Tina was all put together again and standing next to her. The girls then began to pull Amelia’s panties back to her like they were winding up a hose. Amelia had no choice and backed up to the girls. They threw the blonde backwards to the ground. Amelia’s bubble butt gave her some padding when she hit the ground but the hard tile floor still hurt her back. Without wasting any time Brie was on top of Amelia and pinned her arms with her knees. She then proceeded to unzip her shirt right where she left off. Amelia shook her head and begged which only convinced Amelia that she really didn’t want this. When the shirt was fully unzipped and pulled away, Brie saw why Amelia fought so hard before. As a woman she easily spotted the thick padding that Amelia used. “AMELIA STUFFS HER BRAS!!!AHAHAHHA!” Tina and the fellow students broke out laughing. Amelia began to sob as her secret was being revealed. But Brie wasn’t satisfied with simply telling the class, she wanted to show them. She reached her hands under each bra cup and removed the thick padding. She was amazed at how much padding there was. The empty bra cups drifted down and laid on Amelia’s flat chest in comical fashion, and as sure as day Amelia’s hard ass nipples were pointing through. Brie tossed the padding aside and grabbed at the black bra straps and began tugging. Amelia squirmed and freaked and called out for help but no one moved to assist. The students gleefully filmed the incident. Tina came over, still pissed from her kiddie panties being exposed, and tore at the bra straps too. The poor bra didn’t stand a chance against the angry cheerleaders and it tore right off Amelia’s body. Amelia lay pinned beneath Brie as her tiny A-cup chest got revealed to the whole class. Her hard, large nipples bobbed and pointed sky high. And yet after all this Brie and Tina were still not satisfied. Brie grabbed Amelia by her beautiful blonde hair and pulled her to her feet. Amelia screamed, “Not the hair, Not the hair!’ as she felt she pain on her head. She probably shouldn’t have said that because instantly Brie remembered how much Amelia loved her blonde flawless hair. Tina grabbed a handful of Amelia’s hair at the suggestion by Brie and the two girls dragged her toward the refreshment tables. Amelia screamed and kicked her feet as her hair was being pulled. When they got to the tables, Amelia was forced to stand straight up as the 2 bullies held her hair. Out of nowhere, the stretched elastic of Amelia’s panties finally gave out and the black material fell to the ground at her ankles. Brie, Tina and the rest of the class now stared at the perfect thick blonde bush that was nestled between Amelia’s thighs. It was a beautiful sight to see. Amelia now stood completely naked with her tiny tits, hard nipples and thick ass and blonde bush exposed to the entire class, while 2 cheerleaders held her by her treasured hair. Amelia was sobbing again, not knowing how she ended up in this situation. She remembered how much fun she had like 30 minutes ago. She was snapped out of her thoughts by her hair being pulled. Next to the Refreshment table was a table with supplies they used to decorate, like paper, scissors, tape, markers and washable spray paint. She watched as Brie reached over the table toward scissors. Amelia began to panic thinking Brie was going to use the scissors to cut her prized hair, so she was relieved when Brie’s hand went past the scissors to the duct tape. Tina held Amelia’s arms behind her back as Brie taped them. Amelia was rendered useless. She couldn’t fight back if she wanted to now. Brie grabbed Amelia’s hard nipples and tugged her along to the other table. Amelia shrieked and shuffled after her with her panties still bundled around her ankles. Amelia desperately tried to keep up as her nipples stretched in pain. I guess she wasn’t’ walking fast enough for Tina, because she grabbed a handful of Amelia’s blonde bush and pulled which made Amelia walk faster. Tina gave a hard yank on her bush and then blew off the few pubes she pulled out at Amelia. Amelia didn’t know what to expect when they got to the refreshment table, but soon it became abundantly clear. “Bend over the table like you did earlier tonight, slut!”, Brie hissed at her. ”Time for a spanking.” Amelia was shoved by Tina and bent over the table. Her thick ass pointed out to the gawking audience. Brie and Tina then went to town on her ass. Spank after spank. Amelia screamed and wailed as her ass was slapped by her two enemies. Her large ass jiggled between each slap and each impact sent waves of pain through her body. It didn’t take long for her ass to turn a shade of pink. To take things further, Brie and Tina pulled Amelia’s legs as far apart as they could, effectively revealing Amelia’s asshole and pussy to the cameras and students. Amelia went to beg for mercy and change the new position, but the spanking started up again and her words turned to shrieks. SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!! Brie and Tina took turns going left cheek, to right cheek. Soon Amelia’s large ass was as red as an apple with slight bruising starting in. The girls only stopped spanking because their hands began to hurt. Amelia’s red ass uncontrollably shook from the pain and it made her asshole wink to the audience. Brie looked over at Amelia, satisfied with the spanking, but the pristine blonde hair still irked her. Then she got an idea. Brie told Tina to stand Amelia up and make her face the audience. Amelia was a blubbering mess and had no fight in her. The classmates were happy to see her tiny tits and blonde bush again. Brie meanwhile, grabbed a pumpkin off the table and a knife and began to remove the top of it. Once the top was removed she carved an upside down face into it. As Brie was carving the pumpkin, Tina was lewdly posing Amelia for the cameras, and Amelia just went along without any fight. Once the upside down face was carved, Brie carried the large pumpkin over to Amelia. Amelia looked up at Brie and knew what was coming. Brie turned the pumpkin upside down and dumped the orange guts and goop onto Amelia’s hair. Amelia could feel the thick orange goop flow over her hair and fall over her naked body. Brie then grabbed the red punch bowl and dumped it over Amelia’s hair turning her blonde hair into a shade of pink. The punch instantly made her naked body a sticky mess. Then Tina and Brie grabbed the carved pumpkin and pushed it down over her head. There were still globs of pumpkin goo that mushed with her hair and face. Luckily, or unluckily, Amelia could see out of the smiley face that Brie had carved in the pumpkin. Amelia saw Tina approaching with a hot pink marker. Tina grabbed Amelia’s long nipples and began to completely color them the hot pink shade. Amelia tried to pull away but Brie just slapped her already throbbing ass which made her stay put. When Tina was done, both of her nipples were bright pink a very obvious. Brie, meanwhile, grabbed a can of orange hair spray. She approached the front of Amelia and knelt down by her waist. Brie then focused the orange spray onto Amelia’s blonde bush. When she stepped back, Amelia’s bush was bright orange like the pumpkin on her head. Amelia looked ridiculous, she was standing butt naked with a thoroughly spanked ass, a pumpkin on her head, her tiny A-cup tits with hot pink sharpied nipples and a thick bright orange bush, along with her discarded black panties around her ankles. Amelia could see her whole class hooting and hollering at her and taking hundreds of pictures and videos. She was utterly embarrassed. But what might be the most embarrassing thing, is she was turned on. Somewhere along the line during the spanking she felt her body start to betray her. Thank God the spanking stopped when it did or else Brie and Tina might have noticed her pussy begin to glisten. And now knowing everyone was staring at her body, made her feel so many conflicted emotions. Brie and Tina looked up and down at Amelia and wanted one last thing for her new ‘costume’. Brie grabbed one of the classic pumpkin Trick-or-Treat candy buckets and then grabbed the Pumpkin stem. She taped the stem securely to the bucket’s handle. Amelia couldn’t see exactly what Brie was doing but the sound of tape and the giggling of the classmates made her afraid. Brie suddenly popped up in front of Amelia holding her new contraption. The orange bucket was filled with fun size candy and in the middle of the handle there was a taped on, thick pumpkin stem. Still unsure what Brie was planning, she asked. “Well, as much fun as we’ve had here tonight I think its time to end it. But I found a fitting way to reward all the students here with a treat as they are leaving. See, me you and Tina will be by the exit. And you’ll be holding this bucket with the candy. Well, you won’t be holding it with your hands, that’s what the stem is for. You’ve been in so much pain I want to give you some pleasure before we’re through. The stem will go in your whore pussy and you’ll hold it there and everyone will grab a piece of candy from the bucket as they leave. If it falls out we’ll but it back in and give you more spanks. Sounds good? Great! Lets go!” The crowd cheered and before Amelia could protest, the pumpkin mask was quickly lifted and her discarded panties were shoved into her mouth before the pumpkin mask was lowered again. When they got to the exit door, Tina forced Amelia to spread her legs so Brie can insert the thick stem. Brie was surprised to see how wet Amelia’s pussy was. The stem slid up nice and tight and filled the blonde’s pussy. Amelia moaned with ecstasy, she thought she might cum right there. The stem didn’t hurt at all which she thought it would, but it felt amazing in her. Brie whispered to Amelia that she doesn’t think she’ll make it 10 people before it slides out of her wet slut pussy. The students happily filed out 1 by 1 taking much joy grabbing a piece of candy from the bucket. Some guys brushed their hand near her bright orange bush, while some girls dug through the bucket to watch Amelia squirm. Amelia made it 22 people before it fell out the first time. Brie did as she said she would and the 2 girls spanked Amelia’s bruised bottom and slid the stem back into her pussy. Amelia almost came again. Another 15 students left when it fell out a second time. This time Amelia’s pussy leaked a bit when it fell out. Another few spanks and up the stem went. 2 more students got their candy before the bucket fell again and this time Amelia fell to her knees too. She humped the air in hopes of getting off and climaxing. Brie and Tina then lifted her to her feet and slapped her ass before shoving the stem back in her, this time they held it in her. Every 5 kids that left, Brie and Tina would raise and lower the bucket effectively fucking her with it. Amelia’s knees quivered and shook every time they did it. She couldn’t stand the teasing anymore. She just wanted to cum so bad. By the time there were only a handful of students left, the stem was covered in Amelia’s juices so much that Brie and Tina didn’t want to touch it anymore. Instead they used quick thinking and turned Amelia around. Tina grabbed Amelia’s thick red ass cheeks and spread them wide so Brie could shove the stem up her ass. It was a tighter fit but since the stem was nicely lubed up it went. Amelia cried into her panties in slight uncomfortableness. The remaining classmates took great pleasure digging for the remaining candy at the bottom of the bucket. Eventually all the classmates left with their candy and they couldn’t wait to go home and post their pics and vids (and probably masturbate to the night). With all the students having left, it was time to leave before they were caught by the cleaning crew. Brie untaped the stem from the handle and left it stuck up Amelia’s ass. Tina then helped remove the pumpkin mask that was on Amelia’s head. Amelia’s perfect blonde hair was temporarily stained a pink hue from the red punch and was sticky and had globs of pumpkin guts throughout. The girls forced Amelia outside into the crisp cold air and watched as her already hard nips became like diamonds. Amelia looked around the empty parking lot and saw that the only car left was that of Brie and Tina. I guess Jen left her here after witnessing her humiliation. They girls led Amelia to their car, where Tina grabbed something from the back seat. She pulled out 3 glowsticks. She cracked 2 of them so they lit up bright green and attached them to Amelia’s pointy nipples. Brie, meanwhile, cracked the third and attached it to Amelia’s throbbing, engorged clit. Brie and Tina then slapped Amelia on the ass and told her to get to walking home. Amelia knew she had no other choice and began the cold walk. She didn’t live that far away and knew it would take about 30 minutes to get there. Walking with a pumpkin stem up her ass made her shuffle awkwardly along. But the glowstick that swung off her clit was stimulating her with every move it made. Brie and Tina followed her in their car with the high beams on so other drivers wouldn’t miss seeing the naked girl. Amelia was extremely mortified knowing that random townsfolk have now seen her naked too. What if one of them recognized her? When Amelia finally got to her street, Brie and Tina got out of their car. The girls removed the glowsticks from her nipples and swollen clit and then took the stem out of her aching ass. They didn’t free Amelia’s taped hands that were still behind her back, but they did give her her wallet and keys that were in her pants. “Thank you so much for the lovely evening Amelia! You were so much fun to hang out with. If you ever want to do this again, we are so down. Can’t wait to see you on Monday!”, Brie said in a bitchy tone. “Oh, and just so you know. All the pictures taken from tonight won’t have your face in them. We’ve already sent out a mass text that if someone does include your face we’re going to get them next. So cheer up. You’re gonna be popular now!” With that the girls got in the car and sped away. Amelia walked to her house and was able to unlock her door and go inside. She quietly made her way to her room and shut and locked her door. She found her scissors and freed herself from the tape. She didn’t want to, but she signed into her social media accounts and found the countless pics and vids of her being humiliated and like Brie said, not one of them included her face. Amelia found some relief in that at least. She quietly went across the hall still naked to the bathroom and started the shower. She spent a lot of time scrubbing her nipples and her bush to dilute the bright colors. In the end she knew it would be about a week for it to go away. The tint in her hair easily came out and for that she was glad. She soothed her poor ass and her asshole with the water head and then brought it over to her pussy. Amelia slid down and laid in her shower and aimed the water head right on her clit. She thought of all the humiliating acts she went through and how her class saw her tiny tits and bush and every single detail of her body. It didn’t take long for her to have a booming orgasm, and then a second. Amelia was finally satisfied. She finished her shower and cleaned up and went back to her bed. As she drifted to sleep, she didn’t know what tomorrow would bring or how she would deal with what happened, she just knows she will never attend another Halloween Party again. Well, maybe. END

Anniversary 2002 By Jennifer Doalfer Copyright 2002 Jennifer Doalfer I seem to have made a habit of detailing the events of our wedding anniversary each year. This year should not be an exception just because I haven’t written a story for more than six months. The weather has been very mixed this summer. Sometimes very wet and windy, and very warm and humid at others. As our anniversary night approached the weather turned warm and humid. That was fortunate, because my habit of wearing revealing clothes to the amusement park Bakken on our anniversary has some years been totally wrecked by cold weather, which didn’t really permit light clothes. One year we braved a torrential downpour and went there under a large golf umbrella. We still got wet, and we were probably only two out of a hundred guests in total, which ruined the plan for the evening totally. This year looked promising. Our anniversary was a Saturday night which meant a lot of people, and the weather forecast predicted a tropical night, which to us meant a night when the temperature wouldn’t drop below twenty degrees Celsius at any point during the evening. Everybody would be lightly dress so I wouldn’t stand out in the crowd. As usual I had been planning the events for the evening as well as I could. I had a special dress made for the evening. Thin Indian cotton cloth, light in colour and quite transparent, but still strangely heavy for that kind of material. It had originally had large sleeves, which I had had removed so it now showed bare shoulders and quite a lot of skin at the sides, almost allowing a free side view of my breasts if I leant forward. The weight of the material made it cling to my breasts when standing up, showing their naked outline quite distinctly without being too provocative; but the weight of the material also meant than when leaning forward the material would fall away from my breast, in a way which with the air reaching my nipples, let me know that they were totally revealing at the sides. Three buttons down the front was all that it held it together. The top one was normally at a level just above my nipples. But if I pulled the jacket up at the back of my neck, the top button would fall below the breasts allowing a clear view down the front, especially for people standing above me, as for instance a waiter when I leant forward while eating. Rather sexy I thought, knowing the extent of the exposure, but Poul almost thought it was too much – and he usually can’t get me to be revealing enough. The outfit originally had loose trousers, but that didn’t allow the freedom of access the tradition required. So I had the seams at the inside of the legs unpicked and the material joined in the fashion of a tight-fitting skirt. In reality there was not enough trouser-leg material to close the skirt completely. Instead, it was open at the front up to about halfway between my knees and crotch. Again, provocative, providing easy access, but not overly revealing. When I tried it out at home, I knew, however, how I would be feeling wearing it when outside in the open. With no knickers and perhaps a bit wet from excitement with the air hitting my private parts, made me I was very aware of how little was separating my pussy from the free view of thousands of amusement-park guests. All in all, a very fitting outfit for the evening, not too revealing when I didn’t want it to be, but very revealing when that was required. Sex life had been a bit boring recently. We simply haven’t had time to experiment or play around as we used to. We were normally too stressed or tired to spend prolonged time with sex. However, our anniversary night was a sacred tradition. We intended to allow ourselves the time and relaxation for it to be an experience which would last a good while. At about 4.00 pm we were starting to prepare for the evening. The children had been sent to my parents so we would have the house to ourselves after the trip to Bakken, which usually left us so excited that the sex lasted late into the night, and sometimes at places which would be rather awkward if the children should start looking for us. The phone rang and Poul answered. “Hi Greg, long time no hear,” I heard him say. My heart sank. Greg was a very good friend of mine from the university days. He now lived in Australia and had quite an exciting life as one of the flying doctors. If he called, it meant he was not in Australia but here – unless there had been a major catastrophe. “What are you doing here?” Right, so he was here. I could see the evening falling apart. “Sure, of course,” Poul said, his face dropping with the disappointment. “If you are only here this one evening, then of course we will make sure we can meet tonight.” I was shaking my head violently. I did NOT want Greg to spoil our evening. “Where are you staying?” A pause while Poul scribbled. “Let me give you a call in fifteen minutes. I will just have to coordinate with Jenny.” I think we spent the first 30 seconds just looking at each other. Then I finally let out a sigh. “Okay, I guess that was our evening,” I said like a deflating balloon. Poul looked speculative. “Well, why should that spoil our evening? We just invite him along.” He smiled a dirty smile. “I am not going to Bakken with Greg in this dress,” I said quite convinced. “Why not? He doesn’t know what we usually do, and he will just see it as a nice summer dress. Greg is too polite to say anything even if he should find it a bit revealing.” Poul knew Greg as well, even though they hadn’t been as close friends as Greg and I had been. Greg was indeed a very polite guy. I’d had a crush on him at some point, but he was just too shy and very difficult to get away from his books. At one point I thought he didn’t fancy me, but from the way he looked at me and talked to me, there was no doubt that the liked me and was more than a little interested. He just never made a move and didn’t react to any help I provided. “Poul, don’t kid yourself. You know how revealing these clothes are. He can’t avoid getting a good look at my breasts if we were to go to Bakken together. And the fun we usually have in showing me off, how can we do that when he is along?” I still couldn’t see it. “We might have to be a bit more subtle, so he doesn’t realise it is on purpose, but I actually find it quite exciting to think about him looking at you the way you are dressed. I always thought he was a little more than just casually interested in you, so I am sure he will also find it exciting.” I was sure he would. I remembered the way he used to steal glances at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I was sure he would have plenty of opportunity tonight. But so what? Wasn’t that actually the reason we went to Bakken? The only difference would be that we normally tried to be anonymous in the crowd, but here I could not hide in anonymity. “We just won’t let him ruin our evening out. If he gets a good look as well, that will actually just add to my excitement.” I could see what he meant. He still had on his swimming trunks from a dip in the pool and he was getting hard. I had to admit that I was getting excited as well. Each year we tried to be a bit more adventurous and I had been wondering what we should do this time. Having Greg along might just provide that extra kick. “Well,” I said with a hesitation I didn’t actually feel anymore, “If you look at it like that, I guess I won’t ruin your chance of a bit increased excitement.” “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t find it a bit exciting as well?” It was a statement as much as a question. “I don’t quite know yet, but I am willing to give it a try,” I said, playing hard to get. “I think you will have to do more than that,” Poul said with a mixture of mischief and persuasion. “You have to let go and not get second thoughts halfway through, because then we might just as well cancel it now. Just let me direct the evening. You just have to pretend not to be aware.” “Okay, to a certain extent.” I wasn’t going in with no emergency brake. I know Poul, and you can’t always tell how far he is willing to go. Poul had already picked up the phone and dialled the number of Greg’s hotel. He was put straight through. “Hi Greg, it’s Poul again. I just had to clear it with Jenny. It’s our anniversary today, and we usually go to Bakken for the evening, but if you want to come along you are very welcome”. Greg apparently apologised for the inconvenience and offered not to spoil our evening, but at this time he had actually become part of it, so of course, we wouldn’t let him back out now. Poul arranged for us to pick him up as his hotel was on the way. As we showered and got dressed we were both aware of the tension. There was no doubt that Poul found it very arousing to think that I would be going to Bakken dressed as I was, with an old friend who used to be very interested in me, knowing very well that I would be posing just as much for him as for the other guests. That I knew him well, and previously would have loved to have jumped into bed with him, just added to the kinkiness of the situation. We were both obviously aroused, but avoided talking about it. Even though we were both burning to do so, wee didn’t want to lose it and jump into bed right then. Better to let the excitement build. Poul knew that when I got really excited I usually lost all my inhibitions. We were studiously avoiding thinking further ahead to when our excitement usually forced us into the woods for quick sex in excitingly close proximity to the lights and also people strolling in the forest. As usual we can judge the success of my outfit by the attention I get from the taxi driver. It must have been obvious to him that I would not be able to get into the back seat of the taxi without showing a good deal of bare thigh, so the guy jumped out opening the door for me, making sure I got in first, which would force me to slide across the back seat, with a good chance of my skirt splitting open down the front. I didn’t want that to happen, as I would find it rather embarrassing if my newly-shaved pussy was on display so early in the evening. Concentrating on holding the parts of the skirt together, I knew I had to give up on holding the top close to my body. He might not have had the view of my legs which he obviously had hoped for, but no doubt he had a good look at my breasts which I could do nothing to prevent becoming highly visible. When we got to the hotel Greg was waiting for us. He got in the front with the driver, and when we arrived at Bakken he insisted on paying, so he was busy and I managed to get out, without showing too much skin. We walked around in the tightly packed crowds for about an hour before we had to go to our reserved table at the restaurant. Greg, as I had expected, couldn’t take his eyes off me. I couldn’t judge exactly how much he could see, but there was no doubt that he was dancing around me trying to get the best view. “I haven’t been to Bakken since I was a kid,” he explained at some point. I knew he was from Jutland, and even if he had often been in Copenhagen, Bakken is usually only for the locals. “I used to stand for hours in front of the “Hurlumhi” to see if any girls would get their skirts blown up by the compressed air. It was quite exciting when you got to see somebody’s knickers,” he laughed like a little schoolboy who had been caught spying on the girls in the gymnastics class. “These days many girls go to Bakken for a bit of excitement. I have seen company parties where the guys would offer large bets to see if any of the girls would go into Hurlumhi with no knickers, and quite often somebody would take the challenge. It seems to be okay here at Bakken,” Poul was explaining with a poorly-hidden reference to me. “Yeah, I can see many girls who are very skimpily dressed – it is very nice,” he added with a sideways glace towards me. “But on a hot night like this it is very nice to be so lightly dressed.” It seemed like I had to give an excuse for my light dress, but I couldn’t avoid being aroused by the conversation which was obviously directed towards me. Poul continued explaining how we usually spent our anniversary evening out here, managing, without actually saying so, with words to make it apparent that I always went out here with as little clothing on as possible. I don’t know what looks went on between them, but from the somewhat dirty grins I gathered that Poul had indicated something about the sex which usually followed after we left the bars and amusements. By the time Poul finally took me into the jungle ride I was wet from the dirty talk and the thoughts that the talk had fostered in my aroused mind. Greg was in a cart ahead of us. I didn’t think he would turn around, and if he did I really didn’t care. As soon as we were away from the boarding area Poul had my three buttons undone. I put an arm around his neck pulling him in for a kiss. But Poul didn’t want his body obscuring Greg’s chance of a look at me, so he took my arm and put it behind my back, slipping the jacket over my shoulders completely baring my front. I put my free hands between his legs, pulling up his shorts so I could play with the head of his dick which was now peeking out. I was dying for him to touch my exploding nipples. “Poul, kiss my nipples, they are burning,” I begged quietly. He shook his head and pulled my arm a bit further behind my back which just forced my breasts to stand out even more prominently. I looked ahead in the dark. I didn’t remember the tracks doubling back, but I was wondering what Greg could see. Poul slid a hand between my legs. My skirt had slid up a bit, and he could get right at my pussy without even lifting the material. No time for foreplay, the ride only lasts a few minutes. He didn’t waste time, but I was still only feeling the momentum build when I saw the light from the end of the ride. I squeezed my legs together and tried to get my arm free. “Poul, stop it!” I cried when he didn’t make any move to let go of the arm behind my back. Just as we hit the saloon-type doors to the boarding area, he let go. I had no time to button up, I could only quickly gather the jacket in front of me. Greg was there giving me a hand getting out of the cart. He laughed when he saw my unbuttoned top. “You guys are playing teenagers again,” he commented. Then his gaze shifted looking down at my exposed pussy. Having to hold my jacket together I had forgotten how easy access Poul had had, and now the split was open all the way up to the small tufts of hair I always leave above the pussy lips. I didn’t actually think I could blusch any more, but I managed to then like a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl. I quickly jumped out and turned my back to the guys and the crowd, shook the skirt down and managed to do up the buttons in record time. I turned around and strode past the guys without looking at them. “Ready for the bet for the Hurlumhi?” Greg called out as they ran to catch up. “No, I think you’ve had your view.” It was supposed to have sounded huffed, but I couldn’t help laughing at the situation when I saw the way the two guys were looking at me. A bit like a cat when a bowl of cream has just been put in front of it. We tried the roller coaster which I managed to get in and out of quite decently and Poul was too busy holding on to try anything there. When we got to another ride, the name of which escapes me, I ended up in the queue next to Greg, and soon the very efficient usher has Greg and me in the same car. I hadn’t really thought much about this ride, but as we got into the car I realised we were sitting as if on a motorbike, a leg on each side of a log, the arms out over the side of a kind of railing, the rear person leaning against a back rest, but the front one leaning against the other person behind. Only as I got in did I realise that it was a very unfortunate skirt for this kind of ride. I was decent, but just barely. Fortunately Greg was behind me, where he couldn’t see up the skirt. If it hadn’t been for the high sides everybody else at Bakken would have been able to look straight up my wet and still excited pussy. The ride was wild. I was pressed back against Greg and as the car picked up speed and swayed wildly from side to side I was fighting just to hold on. I knew I was sliding further down the seat, but couldn’t really do anything about it. It wasn’t long before I could feel Greg go hard from the way I was riding all over him. I looked down and realised that my skirt had slid up and was now very close to once more revealing to Greg my shaven pussy and its long red swollen pussy lips. I tried to push back against him, but my feet slipped and I just sunk even further down. The skirt had cleared the critical point and I could see the bare skin above my pussy just under my tuft of hair. I couldn’t do anything. I leant my head back against Greg. I twisted my head back, trying to get a glimpse of his eyes, but they were riveted to some place between my legs. I felt a tremble go through me. I actually wanted him to be looking down the front of my dress. I wanted him to see my bare tits with the stone-hard nipples being flung sideways under the material rubbing against it, with each sideways shove, till they were hurting. I spread my legs further wriggling against his hard rod pushing into me. I mouthed to him above the sound of the rushing air and screeching iron against iron. “Touch me.” I could see him watching me as if he couldn’t understand me. I yelled at him, “Hold me tighter, touch me.” He tried to let go of the railing with one hand, but was flung violently sideways, grunting with pain. I knew the ride would end soon, but I wanted the experience of his hands on me. In fact I was desperate. Then I felt his hands at my sides. I hadn’t realised how big the area of bare skin was under my arms and down my sides until I felt his hands running up and down my sides. He had managed to reach me with his arms braced around the railing. “Touch me now before the ride ends.” His hands reached forwards and touched the sides of my bouncing breasts. “Oh yeah, hurry now,” I begged. Finally I felt his hands cup my breasts. The nipples were so sensitive from the rubbing against the rough material that his fingers felt like a relief. Then I almost exploded as if a small orgasm was flowing through me. My pussy was fully exposed. I knew what it must be doing to him to watch it and not be able to touch it. Probably close to the feeling I had. Frustration beyond description. I looked down myself. I could clearly see the outlines of his hands on my breasts through the material. I wondered if Poul could see it as well and what he thought about it. He had said he thought it would be exciting if Greg was going to be looking at me, but what about if he was touching me? The ride was coming to a close. It was a long steep drop with no sideways movement. I risked letting go with my hands and as we slid to a stop I just managed to pull the skirt down resisting the urge to touch myself. Greg only reluctantly let go of my breasts as I slipped out of his arms. Out of the car I turned around and looked at him as he got up. He had a hard time moving what appeared to be a large and very hard dick down a trouser leg, squeezing it down as Poul slid to a stop right behind us and quickly jumped out of his car. Greg moved ahead of me so Poul couldn’t see the tent in his trouser. Poul caught up with me and put an arm around me. “Was it good,” he whispered in my ear. “Frustrating,” was all I could get out. We weren’t far from the restaurant and we soon found our table. Poul elegantly organised the seating with the two of us across from each other with a view down over the crowds,crowds and Greg at the end of the small table so he could sit and look sideways down my jacket. As soon as we had ordered Greg excused himself to go to the bathroom. Poul got up and came over to my side of the table leaning down as if to whisper something to me. “I want him to sit and look at your naked breasts,” he said as he hiked up the back of the jacket, dropping the front down to where the cleavage was almost showing my nipples even without me bending forward. “Oh, Poul, it is not just Greg that will be watching my breasts, they will be visible to everybody,” I complained. “You are so right,” he said with a smile as he sat down again. “Remember to let me direct the show for tonight. Just pretend you aren’t aware, forget about trying to cover up again and enjoy all the approving looks you will be getting. I made sure I sat up straight when Greg arrived. But no matter how I moved I knew I was exposing myself. We ordered and got our drinks. The waiter stared at me. My breasts are still quite firm, the nipples are high on the tits which makes them easily pop out even when they are not supposed to. Here I knew they were in the open and stone hard. I just pretended not to notice. But it was hard as the waiters gave us special attention and the other males and even some female guests made detours past our table obviously wanting to have a look. But it was only Greg’s attention I was interested in. I could not forget the hard dick he’d had trouble hiding. Greg was the same old polite self. He even pretended not to look down my front and he certainly made no references to my dress. Our conversation was circling around sex, spanning from airline sex, which he claimed to have had with nurses while on the way to sick calls, to the look of some of the people passing us with Greg pointing out the types he preferred. It didn’t escape either my or Poul’s attention that they happened to be a total match with me. When we got to the desert we had emptied several bottles of wine. I started to relax. People had stopped passing by our table, and the waiters must have had enough of my breasts. I leant back a bit when suddenly I felt something move up the inside of my leg. First I thought it was Greg, but then I realised he was too far away. I looked at Poul. He looked away innocently, but I realised it was his toes running up and down my leg. He must have taken off his sandals. His toe felt cold against my skin as it traced its way up to my knee pushing it aside. Greg was telling a story about the red light district in Amsterdam. It wasn’t dirty, but funny and as I laughed I managed to slide further down in my chair trying to meet Poul’s foot. It pushed my other knee out to the side making the tight skirt ride up again. Fortunately the long tablecloth hid the action. “As we walked along we noticed that Anders kept looking in all the windows of the cabins, glass cubicles really, where the girls display themselves to potential customers, and he was constantly falling behind. Finally, Jacob got tired of waiting for him and decided to play a prank on him.” Greg was far into his story as Poul’s toe lightly brushed against my pussy lips. I jumped as if struck by lightening. “Are you all right?” Greg asked worried. “Sure, just go on with the story.” “Ok then. At some point when Anders wasn’t looking, Jacob slipped into one of the cubicles. We didn’t know what was happening except that we saw Jacob paying the girl in the window.” Poul’s toe was systematically rubbing my clit. I was getting so wet I was afraid I would stain the skirt. I leant forward pushing myself harder against his toe. Putting my elbows on the table I knew that would give Greg a clear view of my completely naked breasts hanging free as the jacket dropped away. I wanted him to sit there staring at my breasts as he was telling his story. I could see from the direction of Poul’s stare that he was aware what I was doing. I wondered how hard he was getting. This was what we had talked about in some of our shared fantasies. I knew he got aroused from the thought of other guys watching me, I just wondered what he felt about seeing his wife so obviously enjoying exposing herself so willingly. But what could he expect since he was playing with me like that? “Shortly afterwards Jacob appeared wearing the girl’s underwear and nothing else. He took the girls provocative stance and just waited, stone faced for Anders to get to the window.” The story was funny but I couldn’t concentrate. I could actually feel Greg’s eyes on my breasts as he told the story. He wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was looking, and I didn’t care because I was approaching orgasm. “We had to move down the street in order not to give Jacob away as we couldn’t stop laughing. When Anders finally came to the window he froze. He was drunk, but he didn’t think he was that drunk. He blinked. He just couldn’t believe his eyes. But then Jacob winked at him and pulled down the bra showing his nipple. We couldn’t help ourselves. We laughed so hard that we were rolling on the ground. Anders got so pissed off that he ran into the shop trying to hit Jacob so we had to go and rescue him. After that Anders stopped looking in the windows.” I doubled over when I came, trying to hide the move as though laughing at Greg’s story. But I don’t think he bought it. I think he knew all along what was going on. That’s what made it so exciting, getting brought off by Poul right in front of Greg. I hadn’t done anything that wild in many years. We finally left the restaurant. Down on street level I looked up at our table wondering how much of the under table action people had been able to see through the railings of the balcony. We walked around a bit, had a few more drinks, getting quite drunk. Greg insisted on trying the merry-go-round, but this time I knew better than to get on it. We just watched him. He was young, handsome and with a quite wonderful personality. I was just wondering what it would be like to go to bed with him, when Poul interrupted my thoughts. “I want you to let him fuck you”. I couldn’t believe he had said that. I looked at him with a surprise I really felt. “But Poul?” was all I could utter. “I want us to go out into the forest later, and then I want both of us to fuck you. I want to see him entering you, fucking you hard so your breasts bounce all over. I want him to see your naked body in the moonlight, and I want to enjoy the view of t two white bodies copulating within sight of the guests at Bakken, not caring because they are so engrossed in fucking each other, he gasped as if out of breath. I almost came. I could envision just exactly what he was describing. And there was no doubt I wanted to do it. I clung to him. “Oh God, Poul,” I whispered. “Are you sure that is what you want?” “Yes, and the more I know that you also want it, the more excited I get. Will you do it? Please, for me?” He almost begged. But he hadn’t needed to. I really wanted to and if he really got more excited from knowing that I also wanted it, then why not give him the added pleasure? “Ok Poul, I am so horny. That would be an exceptional ending to an anniversary night. I can’t wait to feel his dick inside me. I have been wanting that ever since we went on the ride together. What do you want me to do now – tell me and I will do it.” I was so hot. “I want you to let him know that you want him to fuck you. That you will let him do anything to you that he desires, as long as it is something we can do together. Can you do that?” “I hope so – let’s try.” I didn’t know what Greg might do once he knew I was available for anything he had in mind, but I was dripping wet with the thought. When Greg got off the ride we continued into another bar. I had to have a drink. I felt my legs shaking. I couldn’t believe the turn this evening had taken. I certainly would never have thought we would get to this point when we were talking about it at home in the afternoon. But I was so excited I was just riding along. I recognised the feeling from my younger days. The wilder the better. Poul went for drinks while Greg secured a table for us. We had hardly sat down before I felt his hands on my knee. I just looked at him. Didn’t try to stop him. “Oh, Jenny, I have been wanted to do this ever since our ride together,” he said as his hand slid up between my legs. It was rather dark and his action was hidden behind the table. “I can’t believe how sexy you are tonight. I used to be madly in love with you, but thought there were so many better looking guys hovering around all the time that I never thought I stood a chance with you.” His hand was lifting the dress. I put my leg over his. He squeezed it between his knees as his hand moved my other leg away to the other side. The skirt slid all the way up. We both looked down. Again my pussy was visible. I lifted the skirt up further revealing the hair above the pussy. “I have never seen pussy lips like that.” His fingers reached down playing with them. It was as if his fingers were electric. He forced my lips apart, slipping a finger into me. I almost came. “Jenny,” he whispered in my ear, “What would Poul say if he knew we were doing this?” I guess this was the time to tell him. “Greg . . . ” I hesitated, both because I was slightly embarrassed and found it difficult to say, and partly because his fingers had found my hard and highly excited clitoris. “As a matter of fact, Poul has asked me for a special anniversary gift. He has asked me to let you know that I am willing to do anything with you tonight.” I paused a bit to gauge his reaction. He was just looking surprised at me. “Poul and I usually go for a walk on the paths behind Bakken. We find a place where we can still see people and then we fuck. Poul’s present to me tonight is that I can ask you to fuck me. My present to him is to actually do it. He wants me naked in the moonlight and then he wants both of you to fuck me!” I almost came just from the dirty talk, but that was what Poul had asked me to say. “I would love to do that,” he whispered excitedly in my ear, licking it at the same time. “But I would feel really awkward doing it with Poul watching. Doesn’t he get jealous?” “He has been so excited all evening from the way you have been watching me. No, I don’t think he will get jealous. I think he will find it exceptionally arousing. Normally the experiences of our anniversary night are something which we relive and use to rekindle our excitement in the nights to come. This would really be something to remember and which would keep us going for months.” He had unfortunately stopped playing with me. The conversation was too serious for that. Also Poul was approaching. “Greg, just do me the favour please. This is our anniversary gift and you are the giver.” He didn’t reply. He just let go of my leg while I pulled down the skirt. “This place is a rip off,” Poul said as he put the drinks in front of us. We didn’t talk much. We could have gone dancing, but that seemed tame compared to what we knew was coming. Finally I stood up, leaving my drink untouched. “Come on you two, I need some fresh air.” I ignored that catcalls from the other men at the table as they got a good view of my breasts when I stood up. It wasn’t their attention that had me going now. We made a beeline to the edge of Bakken. As we passed Peter Lips house, a small famous restaurant just outside Bakken, I put my arms around the two guys and pulled them close to me. The road was empty of people, but we were still close enough to Bakken to easily see in the back windows of the restaurants and down the alleys it was still full of people milling around. “Last year when we walked here, I had Jenny’s tank top down around her waist,” Poul explained. “She just got so horny from the thought that the people in the restaurants might be seeing her. I’ve had pictures of that sight in my dreams many times since then.” “Uhmm, so have I,” I readily admitted. “It seems a pity to miss the opportunity for such an experience this year just because Greg is along,” Poul said. He looked at me as he started to undo my buttons. I didn’t say anything. When the last button was undone he just left the jacket hanging. The free swaying of my breasts made them slowly begin to peek out as the material fell to the sides. As it cleared my nipples, I felt my knees go soft and I clung on to the guys. A waiter in one of the restaurants opened a back door to clear out some garbage. He didn’t look up, but I was very aware of the sight he would have had if he had done so. I wondered how many restaurant guests were looking at me through the dimly lit windows. “I can see some bikers approaching,” Poul said. I looked up. I could see the cycle lights in the distance. Greg looked down my front. “Well then let’s give Jenny her thrill,” he said as he lifted the jacket down over my shoulders completely baring my front. Just the fact that I had my arms around the guys prevented it from falling off completely. The bikes were closer now. It was a couple of guys and a girl, a bit younger than we were. They were slowing down as they approached us. “Kiss me,” I begged of Greg. He did so. He tasted good and I was able to pretend that I wasn’t looking as they passed. But I did through half-closed eyes. They were almost falling off the bikes, especially as Greg cupped a breast and squeezed my nipples just as they passed. That was the last straw. I lost it. I couldn’t help myself. “I am just so excited now. Come let us go in there.” I charged ahead to what I thought was a good spot for the next step. I crossed the rough riding path into the woods. The trees were old with big crowns but no branches low down, so there wasn’t much coverage. I made for an old fallen down tree. The branches were completely smooth; this was evidently a favourite climbing tree for kids when they were here on afternoon trips. I turned around facing the guys who had stopped, and were staring at me. Poul was holding my jacket which had fallen off my shoulders as I let go of the guys. I was a bit surprised that Bakken was still so clearly in view. I could still easily see people in the restaurants and guessed they would be able to see me as well. But I couldn’t go any further now. There were no suitable places to stop further in the forest, and I wanted to continue now. Greg moved closer to me. He looked me over. “Jenny, I am impressed. You look as if you are still only 25.” He put his hands out to cup my breasts as if he were judging their firmness. Poul moved a bit to the side so he could follow what was going on. I looked over to see his reaction. He smiled encouragingly. “I want to see you completely naked,” Greg said. That was what Poul had wanted, and I was going to let him have his present. I undid the skirt button and zipped it down. A small wriggle and it cleared the hips falling to the ground. Poul went over and picked it up. “Jenny”, Greg said with a hoarse voice, “do you get horny from standing there like that, knowing that people might be watching you?” “Oh yeah, so much,” I mumbled with an equally husky voice. “Well then, show me how you satisfy yourself when you get excited”. I looked at him. That wasn’t what I had expected. I wanted to get fucked. “Sit on the big branch over there.” I did as directed. “Slide higher up so you can rest against that branch over there.” From this position I was looking down at him. “Now I want you to bring yourself off while I watch.” It is strange. I don’t mind people looking at my breasts, and I got really hot when I realised Greg was looking at my exposed pussy in the car. But sitting here like this seemed suddenly very private. I was getting second thoughts. People who might be watching might find it understandable if a couple, in the excitement of the evening, disappeared into the forest. But a girl sitting on a tree branch bringing herself off within view of people at the Peter Lipp restaurant and maybe other people at the restaurants of Bakken, was just so depraved. Greg seemed to sense my hesitation. He moved over and stood between my legs, running a fingernail up the inside of my thigh. “I want to see you play with those incredible lips of yours.” He bent down low and sucked one of them into his mouth. He sucked it for long enough for me to get too excited to care. When he stopped he took my hands. He placed one between my legs and the other on my breast, wordlessly indicating how he wanted me to go ahead. As he stood back a strong light flickered over me. First I thought I had been caught in the headlights of a car, but then I saw that the spotlight on one of the rides swept across the trees of the forest when it was at its highest. Poul and Greg stared at me. I was just so horny I didn’t care. My fingers found the lip which Greg had sucked and I started playing with it, reliving the feelings of it being sucked into his mouth. If they wanted to look and if the whole world wanted to look then let them look. When I was younger I had been embarrassed by my large lips, hanging down even below the rich pubic hair when it was unshaven. When shaven, as I was now, they were protruding like saddle bags ready to encompass a dick, sometimes being sucked into the opening with the thrusting. Me playing with them in front of Greg and who knows else, was just the ultimate in exhibitionism. Soon I had to give up on the lips and concentrate on my clit which was screaming for attention. My other hand was squeezing my nipple hard. As the clit action was paying off I leant back closing my eyes, kind of sinking into a black hole. I could feel the first warm rushes approaching, but was then halted when I felt a presence between my legs. I opened my eyes and saw Greg right in front of me. “Slide down a bit so you come closer,” he said. He had dropped his shorts. His dick touched my leg as I moved down to where my pussy was level with it. “I am not used to such public sex, but I don’t want to miss this opportunity,” he said as he positioned his glistening dick head right up against my swollen lips. As he slowly but firmly entered me, the enormity of the situation hit me. This was the first time I was actually having sex with another man with Poul’s knowledge and acceptance. In reality it was just as much for his sake as it was for mine. I realised this must be a very powerful experience for him as well. I took Greg’s head in my hands, holding him against my shoulder, making sure he didn’t see me looking longingly at Poul. I could see him staring at us from only a few feet away. I caught his eyes and smiled as well as I could under the circumstances. My mouth formed the words “I love you” and he blew me a kiss before wording the same message himself. Greg had picked up speed. The feeling was gigantic. I was sitting in a good position where he hit me well with each thrust. I couldn’t help making a face each time his long, but narrow shaft reached the bottom and I could feel his pubic hair rubbing against my newly shaved mound and still sensitive skin. I could tell from Poul’s gasping breath that the more excited I got and the more he could see me reacting to each thrust, the more excited he got. Maybe for that reason I allowed myself to be more noisynoisier that usual. Certainly Greg could be in no doubt when I was approaching my climax. I was letting out small choked screams with each deep penetration. As he knew I was coming he picked up speed. I kept looking at Poul the whole time as the first waves of the orgasm hit me. Greg was good,good; he kept up the pace all the way though the climax and when I squeezed him hard and begged him to stop he still managed small rapid movements which kept the orgasm going for what seemed like minutes. Greg slipped out of me. I looked down between our bodies, glistering with sweat, and saw his still hard and throbbing dick, realising that he hadn’t come yet. “Whoa, what staying power,” I whispered, quite out of breath myself. “Yeah, you are not done yet,” he smiled. I shivered and though of Poul. I indicated for him to come over. I climbed down from the branch and gave him a hug. “Jenny, will you promise not to stop if I tell you something?” he whispered in my ear. “Sure I don’t really feel like stopping now,” I said with a satisfied smile. “The bikers stopped when they saw you go into the forest. They have been watching you since you dropped the skirt. I can’t really see them, but I noticed the direction they took and each time the spot goes sweeping past the reflection of their bikes lights up.” Greg had heard as well. He turned his back in the indicated direction, probably feeling rather exposed with his still-hard dick glistering in the light. I turned around casually and just managed to catch the reflection of the next sweep. They were close. No more than about 50 feet. I was surprised I hadn’t heard or seen them. But then again, with the noise from Bakken and my own excitement, I probably wouldn’t have heard anything. The thought of them watching both my own masturbation and my exaggerated climax, put on for Poul’s sake, was chilling. “What do you think they are doing?” Greg asked. “Probably picking up inspiration to go home and screw the bird they had along. She was really pretty.” Poul seemed almost envious. But then again he was probably rather frustrated now. I thought it was time for some action for Poul as well. “Poul, move over here,” I directed. He stood with his back to the fallen trunk of the tree providing a seat about a foot off the ground, not being able to move away without falling over it as I quickly undid his shorts and slipped them down. “Now lie down on the trunk,” I directed him. He did so, with a leg resting on each side. His cock didn’t take long reaching the familiar size. Not overly long but really fat and with a large mushroom head. Even though it was mainly my exhibitionistic tendencies that appealed to Poul, he didn’t shy away from an opportunity to show off himself when he knew there would be one or more good looking young girls looking at him as well. I straddled the trunk in front of him, bending down licking the moisture off the head. I was aware of my upturned rear end being an invitation to Greg, hoping he was going to take it and not be shy in front of the spectators. I licked all around the mushroom head, holding it up straight knowing that was how Poul wanted to show it off. I slipped my lips around it putting my lips just over the head applying pressure just behind the head, rocking my head sideways knowing this usually drove Poul wild. Right enough he dropped back on the trunk forcing his cock harder against me. Of course, it wasn’t long before Greg moved over behind me. I was well aware that in my position, with a leg on each side of the thick trunk, I was spread completely open for him. It must have been an invitation inhumanly hard to resist, even if taking it would mean exposing yourself to the spectators. He no longer had his back to Bakken or the voyeurs, and would not be able to forget the spectacle we provided, showing the profile of my hanging breast and two hard towering dicks in action. He entered me deeply in one long hard move. I couldn’t help letting out a groan. Poul looked up. When he saw what was happening he stopped my action on his dick and leaning on his elbows he just appeared content watching me being fucked hard from behind as he had originally wanted. I rested my hands on his knees, lifting myself up so my bouncing tits were easily visible. I know Poul loves to take me in that position. When possible we will do it in front of a mirror, because he finds it so arousing to watch my breasts bounce or more accurately fly back and forth with each heavy thrust. Many times he has said he whished I would accept letting somebody else fuck me in that position so he could watch. I was just so aware that this was exactly what he had wanted, and that I was having great pleasure providing him with the opportunity. Greg put his hands on my shoulder and pulled me up to an almost standing position. The sensation was strong as his dick now hit my g-spot and I started to come again. I looked into the bushes and this time I could see the white faces just over the thick part of the bushes. I wondered if they actually knew we were aware of their presence. They didn’t seem so intent on hiding. As usually when I am about to come I can stretch it out by thinking about something else, but this time another thought hit me as well. I was on the pill so I wasn’t afraid of Greg’s obviously approaching orgasm, but when I had had dreams of actually having sex with somebody else while Poul was along, I had always envisioned the guy coming over my tits or over my back. In some way I had always shied away from the picture of the guy actually coming inside me. Normally that didn’t bother me, but the thought of Poul watching another guy shooting his sperm into his wife I thought was maybe just a little too intimate. However, Poul made no move to indicate that he disapproved of the situation, even though it must be obvious to him as well what was about to happen. Greg was clutching my tits, but I wanted them to swing freely so I moved his hands to my hips. That gave him added leverage and even though I was still some distance away from my own orgasm, I realised that he didn’t have long to go. He was working hard, breathing heavily and when finally I felt the warm shot of his sperm injected into me he pushed me over so hard that I fell flat on Poul’s stomach his dick digging into my chest. In this way I had my contorted face just inches from his as Greg emptied his load into me with his last long and heavy thrusts. I moved up to kiss Poul. His mouth tasted salty and sexy. He was out of breath as well. “Thank you,” he whispered almost inaudible into my ear. “Come up here now.” He pulled me closer to him. As I moved I felt Greg’s dick slide out of me and wet moisture running down my legs. From my straddled position I had to stand on my toes to get his towering dick into me. As I lowered myself I felt Greg’s semen squeezed out and as I rocked back and forth I felt it was just as much his come which provided the lubrication. The thought of Poul fucking me within seconds after another guy had just shot his load into me, was just so provoking that I couldn’t help wonder what was going on in Poul’s head. But the thought didn’t linger for long, it just added to the excitement. In this position it was practically up to me provide the movements, and I was working hard when I felt a hand on my breast. Greg had moved up behind me and was leaning in over me, licking my sweaty back. Fucking Poul with Greg grabbing my tit shook me. When Greg inserting a finger in my exposed asshole, I wasn’t sure what I felt about it. I was so wet all over that his finger easily slid in. I don’t know if Poul realised what was going on, but I was going wild. This was one of the best experiences I have ever had with anal stimulation, probably because of the way I was forced to stay with my legs wide apart. I was pushing hard against his finger when I felt him slip another finger in. The sensation was explosive. I felt like being pulled apart. I had never experienced such an intense pleasure. I had always been shy of being touched there, but have learned to accept a finger which gave just the right feeling of submission, but this was intense. I was throwing myself back wanting the sensation to be deeper when suddenly the finger slipped out. I collapsed on top of Poul in disappointment. But in that position I presented my asshole more directly towards Greg and soon I felt the pressure back with renewed force. I almost screamed in pleasure. I had my hands on Poul’s shoulder using them to press back towards Greg with each move I made. I felt a sudden stab of pain bordering on pleasure and then the movement picked up again. I leant back a bit, stretching my arms. Greg’s hand again squeezed my breast hard. As his other hand squeezed the other breast, pulling me against him, it took me second to realise it was no longer his fingers up my anus. I almost came with the thought of the fact that I was being sandwitched. I had never tried that before. As a matter of fact I had been fucked in the ass so few times that it could be counted on one hand. I had always shied away from the initial pain and the absurdity of the act. But here I was just about to come from the thought of two dicks inside me. I don’t know if Poul initially had picked up on what was going on, but after he came in a violent contraction he had to pull out as I too was just about to come. I think Greg realised I hadn’t come yet, so he pulled a hand around my front and found my clit as he kept pounding into me. I was so close to coming that it didn’t take more than a few seconds before the first violent shakes hit me hard. I realised Poul was having his dream vision once again as my tits flung wildly all over, but wondered if he had ever dreamt that it should be changed to a vision of his wife being ecstatic over being fucked in the ass. As the big rush hit me I realised that Greg had just come again. I wondered what it was like to be filled with sperm in both holes and walking around with no knickers for the rest of the evening. I was still shaking and feeling the aftershocks as Greg slid out. I had to concentrate on relaxing as he did so, but the feeling of him pulling out was so strong that I almost came again. We have played with string of beads which you pull out of your anus as you come, and this was just the same feeling. I rested heavily on Poul’s chest until my breathing was normal again. “Well, happy anniversary you two,” Greg said with a big smile. “It just doesn’t seem fair that I should be given such a gift on your anniversary.” He stood back a bit while he put his clothes on. I sat back on the trunk against a branch totally spent, watching Poul get dressed and picking up my clothes. “Do you realise what that skirt is going to look like after three loads of sperm hashave run out of me again?” I asked with a big smile. “Well if you want to go around like that then okay with me,” Poul joked. “Does it matter? I guess half of the population at Bakken has seen me without it now.” I had been sitting on the tree looking at the people in the restaurants realising how obvious we must have been. Also, even though I hadn’t thought of checking, I couldn’t believe that for the last half hour while we had been lost in our own act, nobody had passed us on the path we had taken there.. I did get dressed eventually and as we walked out to the path again we spotted the bikers getting on their bikes further down the path. “I hope they go home and use it for something useful,” Greg said with reference to the obvious excitement they must be feeling. “We’ve certainly have an experience to last us a long time. This has been an unbelievable way to spend an anniversary, and I am sure you are going to be in our dreams for a long time to come,” I said, as I gave Greg a big hug. “Well you are certainly going to be in many dirty dreams of mine from now on,” Greg laughed. “But for now, I actually would like to make it home. This is your anniversary night. I am sure you have a lot to talk about, which you don’t want to share with me. I will just give you a deep-felt thank you and then split to my hotel on my own.” We were still on the outskirts of Bakken, so when he gave me a big hug he slipped my jacked away and squeezed my breast. “You are just fabulous,” he whispered in my ear as he gave me a wet tongue kiss. Then he turned around and walked away. We walked around in Bakken again. We got a drink, but felt that everybody was looking at us. I was so aware of the semen running down my leg and especially the feeling of it running out of my anus. But I couldn’t really wipe it off, so I just let it run, reminding me of the incredible experience. We made it home, but the skirt was ruined. We talked and made love again all evening. Good, loving sex. I don’t know if this has changed anything. Until now it doesn’t seem to have. Would we do it again? Maybe - under the right circumstances.

A New Neighbourhood bygrahamsaint© A New Neighbourhood Ch. 01 Sue was moving to a new home along with her whole family, parents, older sister Christina and younger brother Andrew, it was her father's fault he had been promoted and now they were all moving away from the city she had grown up in and down to a small village in rural England.  The village had one pub and the nearest shop was a twenty minute walk away, what was she going to do. It was at least only a short bus ride from the Kent coast which had a few good beaches.  Sue was nearly nineteen, she had left school having done poorly it wasn't that she was not intelligent just that she could only really concentrate on things that she enjoyed. She was for example a very good swimmer, she had been swimming since she was young and because she enjoyed it she put effort in. At that point the list of useful things she was good at stopped, she was good at shopping, and good at socialising, her boyfriend Scott said she was good at a lot of things all of them rude.  Scott was one of the reasons that she was angry at her father, she was sure that she was in love but Scott had said the distance was too far, he didn't drive and of course they were nowhere near a railway station either, so a new home with no friends and not even a boyfriend great!  Sues parents sat in the front of the car, Sue was squashed between her siblings, nearly there now her father said as they passed through yet more fields and trees. They passed a quaint pub and pulled into a gravel driveway a few 100 yards further up the lane, a bright SOLD board on the edge of the road.  The removal men had already delivered the furniture and boxes, bedrooms had been allocated from the online virtual walk through, the house was lovely although Sue wasn't going to admit that. Her room had en-suite shower and toilet as well as a dressing room. Once in doors the family split up heading for their own rooms, they had agreed during the drive down that they would all spend some time unpacking before going to the pub for the evening meal.  Sue closed her bedroom door behind her, she was cramped from the journey wedged between her sister and her brother and just wanted to be alone for a while, she found her docking station and plugged her iPhone in to play some tunes, not too loud or her parents would moan as always.  Sue noticed that the large bedroom picture window faced the neighbour's house, she was towards the back of the building and could see down into the rear garden, there was a decent sized pool and a covered hot tub next door, Sue was instantly jealous, why had her father not got a place with a pool.  Sue spent an hour putting clothes into the mirrored wardrobes in her dressing room, it was at an angle from her bedroom, making an L shape, a small window over looked her own back garden, without a pool she thought.  Her mum called that they would be leaving soon for the pub, everyone shower and change we will leave in 30 minutes. Sue was wearing shorts and a spaghetti strapped top, she turned on the shower pleased to see it was good and powerful her dirty clothes she put in the wicker hamper before she walked into the large shower.  Sue was sure that she had seen someone in the window opposite hers as she left the shower wrapped in a towel, but looking now she could see no one. That's a shame she thought imagine if it was a hot guy over there who would watch me as I changed.  Sue often had fantasies almost always about exposing herself and being watched, she had on several occasions gone out wearing nothing under her coat the thrill bringing her close to orgasm when she did, and she often went without underwear but she had never taken things anywhere near as far as her mind would go in her fantasies.  Sue thought about changing in front of the window, just dropping her towel to the floor and dressing in plain view, as always the thought made her pussy wet but she didn't carry it through, instead she selected a fairly short skirt and a white tee shirt which she put on in the bathroom as there were no curtains up at the windows yet. She did decide to go without underwear as she knew it would make her horney and a masturbating session before bed always helped her sleep she thought to herself.  Sue walked downstairs careful to keep her skirt from rising as she walked, her sister as always was the last to be ready. Once Christina was ready the family walked to the pub only a few minutes away. Sue felt naughty as she always did when she went without underwear, the cool evening was making her nipples hard and she knew people would be able to notice them through her thin tee shirt, it always made her laugh that her father avoided looking at her at all when her nipples showed but her little brother just stared at them. Already Sue could feel her pussy was seeping moisture and by the time they reached the pub she felt really horney.  It all started to go wrong for Sue almost as soon as they got inside the old fashioned pub. The table was not ready yet, so the family sat up at the bar. As Sue climbed up on to the red padded leather seat of the high bar stool, she flashed the barman, not a little subtle flash he may have missed no, her hand bag caught on her skirt and she lifted the front of her skirt high enough that he must have seen all the way up to her belly button.  He didn't say a word but he did glance in her direction repeatedly. Sue was scarlet with embarrassment luckily no one else had seen, Sue sat looking down she could feel the heat in her cheeks but mostly the heat from her pussy. She had often imagined doing exactly what she had just done by accident, but now she had actual done it she couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. Her pussy was soaking wet and Sue could feel her nipples throb almost painfully, there was no escaping it the accidental flash had her turned on far more than anything she had ever experienced.  Once they were seated at their table Sue couldn't help glancing in the direction of the barman, he was cute and around her age, she also noticed that he too was checking her out. Sue could see that his eyes kept dropping to below the table obviously he now knew she wore nothing below her skirt he had just seen a brief glimpse of her smoothly shaven pussy. Sue wondered if she could do it again this time on purpose, she could still feel the moistness at the top of her legs.  The next time she saw him look her way Sue parted her legs, just a little he probably couldn't see much if anything under the table, but with her knees about six inches apart she was finding it very easy to hold his attention. Sue on her second glass of wine by now decided to do something she had only fantasised about before, she opened her legs wide, she could see from his facial expression that the barman now could see plenty, Sue made herself hold her position and slowly counted to ten in her head before slowly closing her legs again.  Sue didn't dare to look at the man again, she could feel that her pussy was soaking wet and her clit was begging for some attention. Once she had finished her meal the family left together to continue moving in to their new home. As soon as they had returned home Sue went straight to her room saying she needed to sort more stuff out. Sue dug deeply in a box to find her collection of dildos and vibrators, they had been hidden away and Sue had missed them for the last few weeks since she had needed to pack them. Sat in her padded arm chair with her skirt pulled up to her waist Sue began to rub her favourite dildo up and down her slit, still wet from earlier it wasn't long before the fat rubber head was being pushed into her dripping hole. Sue fucked herself to a fast climax before she hid away her toys again and continued to unpack. Sue knew she would need a more leisurely session soon but wary of being caught with everyone still up that would have to wait, the quick fuck had at least taken the edge off.  Andrews's bedroom was in the cellar, at some point the previous owners had made the cellar in to a habitable room, he had plenty of space for his PC and he was sort of separate from the rest of the family which he quite liked, there was a wooden staircase down but it creaked so much he could hear anyone coming. He had a large cupboard at one end of the cellar, it was while he was hanging up his clothes that he spotted the handle and realised the back of the cupboard was a door, Andrew had to search around but he soon found a hidden latch, with the latch undone the small door swung open.  Inside he found a small room, a string pull turned on the dim overhead light, although they were dusty, Andrew counted eight TV screens in two banks of four, there was a PC and a console with marked up controls. After a quick search below the desk, Andrew found the socket and turned on the power a minute later and the screens came to life, he had a view of almost every room except his, but the one he noticed first was his sisters, Sue was fucking herself fast and hard with a rubber cock. He felt his cock quickly swell at the sight, as he watched he slowly rubbed his now rock hard cock. Andrew found he could zoom in and even pan around the room using the console. Disappointingly Sue had finished within two minutes of him turning on the machine, Andrew set about checking out the other rooms, his mum was unpacking in the kitchen while his father was in their bedroom, and Christina was unpacking clothes in her room all very boring Andrew thought but the memory of his sister fucking herself was a pleasant one and was now etched on his brain, he would be wanking to that picture later on.  He also had views of en-suite's and bathrooms all he had to do was press a button and he could follow people around the house, with everyone busy Andrew played with his new found equipment the quality was excellent HD, even when he zoomed in there was no distortion he wasn't getting much work done and was about to start when he watched his eldest sister Christina turn on her shower, Andrew zoomed in as she stripped off her clothes, he noticed that she like Sue was smooth no pussy hair, the shower extract fan kept his camera surprisingly free of steam as he watched his sister wash herself, Christina was very like Sue, maybe a little taller and smaller in the tits department. When she had dried herself Christina wrapped up in a dressing gown and carried on sorting through boxes.  Andrew thought he had better get some work done himself before he got told off by his mum, he was careful to turn everything off and latch the door again, he then set about making the door even more difficult to find by hanging his clothes up, something he had hardly ever done before.  The next morning Sue sat at the breakfast table wrapped in a short silky dressing gown, her parents were out, dad off to work and her mum shopping as the cupboards were bare. Sue couldn't stop thinking about the day before and her flashing the barman, with her toast and OJ finished she headed back towards her room, not even noticing that her brother almost ran towards his room.  Once inside her room Sue locked the door and keeping away from the windows she removed her robe, standing naked she peered towards her neighbour's house knowing that she was far enough back in the room that she couldn't be seen. Although she trembled slightly she wasn't even close to experiencing the feelings that she had yesterday when exposed at the bar and below the pubs table.  Andrew watched as his sister stood naked near her bedroom door, he had no idea what she was doing, but she was naked. As he watched Sue took one step then another towards the large window, Andrew tracked her with the camera, he now knew that they were hidden inside the smoke detectors of the house.  Sue stood still again, she could feel her excitement rising knowing that she could get caught but still not the sudden rush she had yesterday. As she crept yet another step closer Andrew realised what she was doing. She wants to be seen, as he watched Sue reached the end of her bravery and stepped away from the window, having never gotten close enough to be seen from outside.  Andrew watched his sister carefully over the next few days, he watched her dress and knew that she was often without underwear, he watched her as she played dare at her window, without ever being very daring. He watched her when she masturbated stroking himself as he watched. Andrew was clever, and only a little younger than his sister he thought that he knew what the problem was Sue needed to be pushed, forced if you will to do what she didn't have the courage to do herself.  Andrew created a false email account and sent his sister a message, he hoped she wouldn't wonder how a stranger had got her email address but he thought he would be OK as Sue wasn't very good with technology. The email read,  I have been watching you at your window, you may think that no one could see you but I could.  Make sure you add me to your messenger and I will send you instructions, if you do not do as I say I will send the photos I have taken of you parading naked at your window to your parents and other neighbours before I share them on line so that everyone can see.  Andrew was pleased with his message, only someone who had seen her could know she was naked, and signing as the anonymous "A" made him smile, Andrew pressed send and then set up his new messenger account on his phone. Andrew watched as his sister read the message he had just sent, she first looked panicked then she read it again and walked up and down glancing at the windows as she did. Andrew knew how she thought, she would come to the conclusions he expected her to, it may take a while though she wasn't the brightest girl in the world.  Eventually Sue slumped into her arm chair, Andrew knew he was winning and so sent the next message this time using the instant messenger which would go straight to her phone.  I assume by now you have decided which way you want to go, please strip completely naked and stand in front of the window where you were before, if I do not see you in 5 minutes I will begin to send out your naked pictures, who first your father or brother?  As she read the message her heart was racing, she could feel that even though she was scared her pussy was throbbing and her nipples were painfully hard, her only on purpose flash at the pub had been a short up skirt flash under the table in almost darkness, now she was about to strip naked in day light. She knew she would do it, partly she told herself because she didn't want the photos being sent, but mostly because she was finding it difficult to resist "A" she was very much enjoying being told what to do.  Andrew watched as his sister stood, and carefully removed her clothes she was almost robotic as she folded each item and placed it on a chair, once naked she paused for only a second before walking to the approximate spot she had stood in before which was the closest she had ever been to the large window while naked. Now she was stood there she waited surprised at how hot she was. The large window was floor to ceiling glass, she trembled as she thought of someone watching her.  Her phone beeped; walk to the window, don't stop until you are at the glass, then put your hands behind your back and stand with your feet apart.  Slowly after a deep breath Sue walked forwards, one, two then three steps bought her to within inches of the glass. Sue could now look out over the neighbour's garden, no one was there again, Sue looked up at the matching picture window on the neighbouring house guessing "A" must be watching from the darkness.  With her hands clasped behind her back which pushed her firm breasts forwards Sue stood knowing now that she was being watched.  Beep; I said feet apart please obey my instructions closely if you wish to avoid the spreading of your pictures, by the way the ones I am taking now are much better thank you, now show me your cunt.  Sue gasped as she read, that was a word she had never used herself, but having such a forceful instruction even by messenger had her pussy almost dripping, she parted her feet as instructed feeling a trickle of her own juices descend down her inner thigh as she did.  Andrew was rock hard; he had his cock out and was wanking slowly as he watched his sister, one more step for now he thought as he pressed send.  Beep; Pull your chair up to the window, sit down and spread your legs, I want to watch as you make yourself cum.  Sue was shocked she had never even masturbated for a boyfriend to watch let alone a stranger, she did masturbate a lot but always in private. The flood of pussy juices on reading the instruction made up her mind, she dragged the chair over to the window.  Andrew watched as his sister moved her chair, he was momentarily confused when she went to her wardrobe until her saw her with a thick dildo in her hand. He had only thought she would use her fingers but obviously his sister had other ideas.  Sue sat in the chair she wasn't thinking at all she was just following instructions. It wasn't her fault she was doing this she had no choice, with her legs over the soft padded arms, her pussy was spread wide open and she was dripping wet. Normally she would have to play with herself to get wet enough for her toys, especially the bigger ones. After a brief feel she plunged the rubber cock straight in to her pussy rising to meet it as she shuddered to a climax on the first stroke.  Her instructions had been until she came but Sue had forgotten that, she had never been so wet or so horney. With her legs spread Sue began to fuck herself with her dildo, the other hand she used to rub at her extremely sensitive clit, with her eyes closed Sue didn't even notice the man arrive next door.  He had just started to clean the pool when he spotted Sue at the window, he quickly checked that no one else was around, he already knew that the house was empty as it nearly always was, it was only used as a holiday home by the owners for a few weeks each year. Mike the pool guy put his hand inside his shorts and began to wank in time with the girl at the window.  Mike watched the girl, he could see her clearly from the pools edge, his main focus was a smooth completely shaven pussy, he could see that she had very flesh lips that were currently being separated by a very thick rubber cock. Her breasts were very nice a good C cup, hard dark pink nipples topped them, she had shoulder length dark brown hair wavy and thick. It was difficult to judge her face as she was screwing her face up obviously enjoying the moment. As Sue began to buck upwards ramming the dildo in deep and hard Mike felt his own orgasm coming, pulling free of his shorts he was just about to cum when the girl locked eyes with him.  Sue was about to cum, the huge orgasm building up made her gasp and cry out loud, she opened her eyes momentarily worried that someone may have heard her, instead she found herself looking into the eyes of someone in the next garden, the man was tall and blond he was wanking his very large cock as he watched her, it was enough to send her over the edge and with a squeal she came, spraying the glass with her cum as she squirted for the first time.  Beep: clean the window before you dress, by the way I have noticed you often go without underwear, please collect up every bra and every pair of panties you own, put them in one of the packing boxes then put the box on the bonfire in the back garden with the others. Once the fire has been started I will send further instructions.  Sue still in a haze of orgasmic bliss noticed there was no one outside, had she imagined that man watching her from beside the pool? Was that her mystery message sender?  Sue followed the instruction within the last message automatically, she slipped on a skirt and top and carried the box outside. Her brother Andrew was carrying his empty boxes to the fire as well, you OK sis he asked, you are looking a bit pale. Sue muttered that she was fine, she put her box on the heap at the end of the garden, Andrew added his and taking a box of matches from his pocket he set light to the corner of several cardboard boxes. Sue stood back and watched as all of her underwear went up in flames, she noticed that Andrew seemed happy as she watched him walk back towards the house.  Andrew needed to get Sue out of the house, he had found a few spare cameras in a box under the desk in his little hiding place, he had been unable to watch his sister masturbate properly as the chair obscured his view, a few more cameras should resolve that.  Beep; wearing as little as you dare go to the pub, have at least two drinks don't rush and make sure you show as much skin as possible. Be the slut you know you are. I will assess your outfit and should it not be slutty enough I will make suggestions for the next time.  Andrew watched as his sister went through her clothes, Sue really didn't have slutty, she was normal and sensible, she found an old skirt that she had probably grown out of, it was elasticated at the waist so would still fit around her. She slid the skirt up her legs and stood in front of her mirror, she was still topless. The skirt had always been short but Sue had always worn leggings or thick black tights with it she had also grown since she last wore it, on its own it only just covered her bare pussy.  She was about to take the skirt off to try something more acceptable when she realised that her pussy was already dribbling again just at the thought of the skirt without the benefit of underwear, leaving it on Sue looked for a top. She had a lot of tops but ended up putting on one she had never worn before, she had bought it in a sale and it was a size to small, the silky material was very clingy and had showed every line of her bra below, worn as it was now Sue could see every detail of her nipples which were very hard at the moment, it also did very little to hide the shape of her breasts, clinging like a second skin it left very little to the imagination, slipping on her coat Sue called down to her brother that she was going for a walk.  Andrew was ready, as soon as the door closed behind his sister he was running for her room, tools and cameras in a small bag, he had already downloaded the installation guide and having discovered that the cameras were wireless it wouldn't take long to install them then the rest he could do from the safety of his cupboard.  Andrew managed to place four more cameras around his sisters room, he had even managed to lean out of the fan light and fix one to the soffit outside of the big picture window looking back in at where the chair still sat, someone may think it odd to see a smoke detector there but he knew his sister wouldn't even notice it.  Andrew quickly ran to the pub, he didn't go in but instead, went to the beer garden, he found a place he could watch his sister from, as she stood at the bar inside with a drink in her hand.  Beep; Why is your coat on still, I did say wearing as little as you dare; now I need to punish you coat off first though.  Sue nervously looked around once she had read the message, is he here? Besides from the barman a different one thank god, there were two old guys sat at the bar drinking a few stools along from her, other than that the place was deserted, it was after all not even lunchtime.  Sue stood up and shrugged off her coat leaving it draped over the stool next to her, she knew her nipples would be clearly viable. Already she had attracted the attention of the barman with her poking out nipples, all she had to do was remain standing, climbing onto the stool in this skirt was a very bad idea.  Beep;  As soon as she heard the message tone Sue knew what was coming, she glanced at the barman hoping he had diverted his attention, no such luck, on a quiet day with not much to do her nipples were keeping him very attentive, Sue checked the message. Sit up on the stool, do not look down at yourself but make sure your pussy is on view, you are to engage in conversation with the bar staff if they talk to you. You may only cover up if he complains or asks you to.  Sue was shaking as she tried to carefully climb onto the stool, she could feel the hem of her skirt tight across her thighs as she lifted herself, she avoided looking at the barman staring at the bottles behind the bar instead, it was the longest two seconds of her life.  Sue could feel the cold of the fake leather barstool on her bottom, she didn't need to look to know her whole pubic area was on display, her knees tightly closed at least meant she wasn't displaying her lips and slit. The barman came over leaning almost across the whole bar before asking if he could get her something. Sue could feel her pussy leaking, there would be a very obvious wet patch when she stood up.  She could hear the tremor in her own voice as she asked for a vodka and orange, maybe it would help her shattered nerves.  Beep; are your legs together?  It was the first time she had needed to respond, so far only instructions had been received.  Yes  Using her phone Sue had been unable to resist a glance down, she could see a triangle of pale skin below her skirt, and the barman certainly knew that she was shaved.  Beep; you are a slut, act like one, open your legs show him what you have got down there.  As the barman returned with her drink again he leant over, so are you one of those just moved in to the big house?  Sue nodded and just about croaked a yes; the barman wasn't looking at her face he was focused on the small triangle of white skin. The small triangle slowly changed, as Sue slowly let her legs part, she felt her skirt ride even higher as it was forced to by her widening thighs Sue started to cum, a very gentle shuddering and her hands gripping the bar tightly was all that gave her away no one noticed, except for Andrew, the very attentive barman was just watching in amazement unsure of exactly what was happening.  Sue was now displayed fully she knew her wetness would have caused her pussy lips to part as that always happened, she knew the barman could see passed her fleshy lips to her pink interior and she also knew that she was loving every second of it.  Having got over the initial fear Sue was enjoying the sensation of her first up close flash, a total stranger was staring at her shaved wet hole, Sue downed her drink feeling the burn of the strong alcohol before standing and walking in to the toilets. Once inside she leaned against the cubicle door and dragged a finger along the length of her dripping slit a few gentle circles of her hard clit and she shuddered to a very strong climax.  Once she had regained some strength in her legs she walked back to her bar stool, with much less care than the first time Sue climbed back on to the stool. The second she sat down her knees parted and the bar man looked directly at her bare and soaking wet pussy, after her very recent masturbation session she knew her pussy lips were opened up like a flower.  The barman placed a fresh drink on the bar, another vodka and orange he didn't ask for any payment, but he also didn't move away from where he stood separated only by the width of the bar from her smooth dripping pussy.  Beep  You have the attention of the barman I see, from the blush on your cheeks you are obviously enjoying yourself. Before you leave play with your pussy a little, up to you how long but once you start you may as well enjoy.  Sue glanced up at the barman, he was still looking at her slit, one of the old men further up the bar called him over for another round, separated from her by an old oak post they wouldn't be able to see what she was doing. Sue had an idea, this was the first time she had felt like this it may also be the last, and she would carry out the instruction but with a slight change. Picking up her coat she returned to the toilets, she quickly stripped off her clothes stuffing them in to her coat pocket before covering her nakedness with the coat.  As she approached her barstool she could see the look of disappointment on the barman's face now that she was covered up, making sure that she wasn't sat on her coat Sue got back on to the stool. Making sure the barman was watching her she took a mouthful of her drink, she put the glass on the bar and undid one of the six buttons that held her coat together. Twice more Sue went through the same routine drink then button, with the third button undone Sue knew that the barman should be able to see that she no longer had her top on.  Sue watched as the barman realised what was happening, he took one look at the now empty glass and almost at a run refilled it. She was having fun, she started at the bottom this time and copied the same routine, she soon had her pussy uncovered again and the last mouthful left just one button keeping her covered up, it was now plainly obvious she was naked except for the coat. She pushed her empty glass back towards the barman, his trousers were tented and knowing that she was causing his very obvious erection just added fuel to her fire.  Sue downed the drink in one, she could feel the buzz of the alcohol having never been a drinker, placing the glass on the bar she reached for the last button, with a shrug of her shoulders the coat fell down her back stopping only when it caught at her elbows.  Sue was almost cumming, she sat as good as naked in a public bar the barman was staring at her his hand unconsciously rubbing his cock through his trousers, Sue knew she was out of sight of the two old men and the front door, she lowered her hands and shuddered to a climax as her coat dropped to the floor leaving her completely naked, now she could carry out the instructions she had received.  With her legs splayed wide apart Sue began to rub her pussy, she had never felt so wet or as aroused as she was right now she had only just cum but very quickly she was approaching another climax, she knew as it built up this was going to be a big one, with one hand playing with her slit and the other grasping her own breasts and nipples Sue came, squirting for the second time in her life as she did so.  On very unsteady legs, partly alcohol and partly from coming so hard Sue slipped her coat on and without fastening it she walked out of the pub, she had drunk more than two drinks that she was instructed to drink and now she was stumbling home, her legs were like jelly and all Sue could think of was that she needed to come again. The barman carefully to hide a very obvious bulge in his trousers slipped into the staff toilet to relieve himself.  Andrew followed at a safe distance he now knew that his sister would apparently do anything he asked or rather told her to do, he waited for a few minutes before following her inside, Sue was nowhere he could see so he went to his control centre as he now liked to think of it.  Sue was in the shower, Andrew watched as she held the shower head to her pussy, she was holding her lips apart with one hand so that the warm spray could hit her clit directly, as Andrew watched he thought of a plan that would let him actually fuck his sister.  Andrew had only just turned 18, he was only ten months younger than his sister Sue, although he could never remember not knowing his family he knew that he was adopted, his real parents had both died in a car crash when he was still a baby he had grown up only knowing his current family.  Unlike Sue who was always popular Andrew had always been a geek, not popular with the girls he was still a virgin although like most men his age he would never admit that. He had like his sister enjoyed swimming, and he knew that under his baggy tee shirts he was ripped, his cock was an impressive 9 inches when hard, and he intended to give Sister Sue every inch tonight.  He knew he would have to wait until dark, just to be safe, so while he waited he messaged one of his friends, having spotted the cameras in the pub Andrew set about finding out how to hack them, he could then monitor Sue from safety rather than risk getting caught. Her display in the pub had been impressive and he wished he could have got that on to a disc to watch again, maybe he could encourage Sue to do a repeat show.  Andrew was trying to strike a deal with Alan, he knew the way to hack but as always wanted something from Andrew in the past this help would have cost him a Big Mc meal, now more than 100 miles away, that wouldn't work, Andrew knew his friend had a thing for Sue most of his friends did, Andrew offered a nude picture of his sister in payment, Alan agreed instantly.  Andrew spent the afternoon and evening making sure that the extra cameras in sues room where fully operational and then, he followed the instructions from Alan, he now also had internet access to the pubs cameras, two in the bar, one in the snooker room and one in the lobby outside of the toilet doors.  He waited until it was dark before he slipped into the garden dropping more boxes on the fire before checking that no one else was around, he painted a red stripe next to a gate he had found between the neighbours garden and theirs, once back inside he joined the rest of the family for the evening meal. Andrew saw that Sue had changed her clothes her nipples less obvious and she wore jogging bottoms, he would have to sort out her wardrobe he thought to himself.  Once the meal was over, the family as always went their own ways, his parents still sorting out things the three siblings had their own things to do. Andrew watched on the hidden monitors as his parents settled down for the night, and Christina went to bed, Sue was laying on her bed listening to music and thinking about the pub today. A little after 10:30 he slipped out of the house and down the garden into the neighbours and hid behind the gate after leaving something hanging on a nail near the red stripe.  Beep; wearing just your dressing gown, walk to the end of the garden and stand with your back to the fence, you will see a red stripe painted on the fence further instructions will follow.  Andrew watched as his sister approached, she looked nervous in the dark but she had come and she stood as instructed. Andrew pressed send on the first of his prepared messages.  Beep; hang your gown over the fence behind you, then put on the blindfold hanging up to your right then kneel. Once you have done this I will join you. You will do whatever I guide you to do, you will not speak and you will remain on your knees after I leave until you hear another message arrive.  Through the gaps between the boards Andrew watched his sister as she followed his instructions. With his sister naked and on her knees Andrew opened the gate and stood in front of his sister, like her he was naked, unlike her he had a massive hard on. Andrew rubbed the swollen head of his cock across her lips, leaving a trail of pre cum as he did. Andrew knew he was going to cum quickly he also knew he would stay hard, he could come three times sometimes without losing his hardness between.  Pushing against his sisters lips she opened her mouth allowing him access, slowly Sue sucked his cock deeper into her mouth, Andrew realised his sister was a practiced cock sucker as she swallowed his whole 9 inches into her throat, as Sue reached up and began to caress his balls Andrew groaned and squirted his cum into his sisters mouth, she swallowed greedily at his warm offering.  Pulling Sue to her feet he positioned her so that she was facing the fence leaning forwards onto her hands, with her feet wide apart, Andrew stood close behind her, his cock still hard, but first he wanted to play, reaching between his sisters legs he felt the puffy folds of flesh he had seen on the screen, her cunt was dripping wet, parting her flesh he slipped two fingers easily into her wet hole. Sue groaned and pushed down grinding on the intruding fingers, Andrew added a third finger and began to finger fuck his sister, hard and fast he fingered her until she stood trembling as she climaxed.  Andrew knew he would be able to take his time on another occasion tonight he just wanted to fuck, he had worried his sister may try to peep but she had made no attempt to do that. Positioning Sue on all fours Andrew knelt down behind her, aiming his swollen cock at the dripping slit between his sister's legs he pushed forwards until he was hard up behind her.  Andrew fucked his sister hard and fast using every bit of strength and fitness he had built up during years of swimming. His first fuck was going to be memorable.  Sue was in heaven, she had fucked Scott but he had been her first, she had always gotten away with only giving blow jobs before she had gone out with Scott. She liked sucking cock and knew she was quite good at it. But Scott had never fucked her like this, he normally came in a few minutes, several times he hadn't even got inside her squirting his seed on her belly instead. This man was fucking her good, she collapsed as she came again but still he fucked her, Sue was actually chewing the grass of her parent's lawn as she was fucked hard and fast by a cock that felt every bit as big as her dildo.  Finally she felt her lover trembling and the pounding sped up until with one deep thrust she felt her pussy fill with hot spunk, with the cock removed soon after Sue was positioned on her knees again, she could feel spunk running down her legs and she could taste the strange mixture of cum and grass in her mouth.  In the darkness she waited until she heard.  Beep;  you may now go home, put the blindfold back where you found it. That will be all for tonight but I will have further instructions tomorrow. A.  Sue stood up her legs still shaking, she hung up the blindfold on its nail and realised her gown had gone. As she approached the house she saw that the rear door which she had left by had the lights on, naked she peeped through the window and saw Andrew sat reading a book, fuck she thought and went to check the front door knowing it would be locked, it was.  Beep; just walk in stand at the door once inside and say hi to your brother before you go to your room.  I can't he's my brother.  Beep; if you don't I will send him this.  Attached was a picture of her with a big fat cock in her mouth wearing nothing but a blindfold obviously just taken tonight.  In ten seconds I send it so decide which fast.  As Sue walked back towards the rear door she could only think about how nice that cock had looked, she paused for maybe a second at the door before walking in, closing the door behind her Sue faced her brother naked and filthy with cum on her face, she could still feel cum oozing down her legs which her brother to had noticed.  Sue said Hi as instructed, as she was about to walk away and upstairs her brother snapped a picture on his mobile phone, Sue wanted to argue but she also didn't want to stand in front of her brother naked it was so wrong, Sue ran for her room.  Andrew realised that tonight couldn't have worked out any better, he went to his room, stripped naked and lay on his bed.  Back in her own room, she showered and went to bed, lying awake for a while thinking about what had happened to her today. Sue knew she was A,s slut completely as soon as she began to masturbate thinking about how good his cock had felt inside of her, she fell asleep while still rubbing her tender clit.

Another Seven Days by Bumpinguglies Natalie turns Sally into a public exhibitionist. Day 1 Natalie missed Gary. She missed his forthright manner and how he saw through and appreciated her little game. It had been a week of flashing her panties to different men on the train, sometimes catching them out, but it wasn't the same. There wasn't the thrill of showing them her cunt like she did Gary. Gone was the excitement of making plans to go even further and then carrying them out as she had done with him. She felt guilty that she had just blown him off without a word and gone off chasing other thrills. Taking a chance, she decided to text him and tell him she would be on the beach at sunset if he wanted to see her again. She owed him an apology at the very least. She was sitting on a towel as the beach grew darker with the setting sun. Natalie looked hopefully around but there was nobody in sight. It looked like she wasn't going to get the opportunity to apologize or see him again. With a heavy heart, she started to collect her things to leave. It served her right. "Leaving just as I get here." A voice came from behind her. Turning around, her face broke into a broad smile. He had come after all. Grabbing him, she kissed him and then fussed about laying out towels again for them. They both sat down and she poured them both a plastic glass of wine "I'm sorry." She said, handing him a glass. He smiled at her. He knew what she was like and was just glad that she had contacted him. He had missed her just as much. "So, how many men have you caught looking up your skirt?" He asked, smiling. "None that openly ogled me like you." She told him. "You've ruined it completely." She said smiling. "Good," he said, sliding his fingertips down the outside of her thigh. She wanted him and let her legs fall open hoping he would stroke down the inside as well. She wasn't disappointed. lowly he ran his fingers up along the inside of her thigh. Reaching down, she slid up the dress bunched between her legs revealing her panties. He ran his fingers lightly over them, feeling every bulge and crevice of her lovely cameltoe. He was loving her apology so far. She shivered at the light touch of his fingertips pressing into her slit through the material and felt her cunt getting wet. Before he could even contemplate slipping his hand inside her panties, she gripped the tops of them and slid them down. Fuck, her cunt was just like he remembered it, smooth and enticing with its slightly parted lips.. They lay back together on the towels and kissed. With her legs open and her panties around her ankles he pressed his hand to her cunt, his middle finger starting to stroke her aroused hard clit. She moaned into his open mouth as he rubbed her towards orgasm, her legs opening even wider. She wanted him to fuck her, right there on the beach. "Fuck me." she panted, her cunt needing his hard cick inside it. Sitting up, he pulled her panties off her ankles and tossed them aside. Pushing her legs apart, he knelt between them and undid his pants, pushing them down and releasing his thick rigid cock. She stared at it standing straight up in front of him. Fuck she wanted that inside her. With his pants around his knees, he moved over her, guiding the swollen head of his cock to her eager wet opening. Feeling the tip pressed into her entrance, he pushed inside, forcing his cock deep into her cunt. She moaned at the feeling of him filling her, his thick cock rubbing her insides as he thrust in and out. "Oh yes, that's it, fuck my cunt." She encouraged him. "Fuck it hard." He drove himself inside her, ramming his cock deep, his bare ass rising and falling with every hard thrust. "Oh God." she cried out, her cunt starting to cum. Above her he moaned, his straining cock about to erupt. He drove every inch deep inside her cunt and froze, his pulsing cock filling her cunt with thick warm cum. He rolled off her and they lay naked from the waist down on the towels under the moonlight, breathing heavily. "Thats the best fucking apology I've ever had." He panted and they both burst out laughing. He pulled up his pants while she on the other hand pulled her dress off over her head. She wanted to be naked in the moonlight and it was okay with him, she looked stunning naked. They sat drinking wine for a while before they decided it was time to leave, "Can you do me a favor before we go?" she asked. "Yes, what's that?" he replied. "Can you dig me another hole?" He smiled and did as she asked. Just like last time, he knelt watching as she sat on the edge of the hole with her legs wide open and pissed into it, the warm stream of pee reflecting the moonlight as it flowed out of her cunt. He could never tire of watching her do that. Natalie pulled on her dress and panties and collecting her stuff stood up. "So, I'll see you on the train next week eh." he said, winding her up. "Where do you think you're going? You're coming home with me." She said indignantly. He smiled and then she realized he had been teasing. Just as well because she wasn't done with his cock yet. Even though her cunt was satisfied, it was only temporary, She was in the mood to fuck and Gary was it. Not only that, she had missed him and the excitement he generated in her. Hand in hand they set off for her apartment.. Gary sat on the sofa with a glass of wine waiting for Natalie to return from the bedroom. When she did, he had to look twice, she was stark naked. He watched her cross the room and pick up her glass of wine off the coffee table. "Should I be taking my clothes off too?" he asked. "No, not yet." she told him. "You can look but no touching." she added. She was doing it again, getting him aroused, letting him see what he couldn't have just yet. Sitting in her chair across from him, she opened her legs. His eyes travelled from her ample breasts down to the lovely shaved cunt nestled between her parted thighs. Her plan was working. He wanted that cunt so much he was already hard inside his pants. It was just like the train except she was totally naked. She knew it too. She could feel his eyes boring into her cunt wanting to fuck it. His arousal made her even wetter between the legs. "Do you like my tits?" she asked, squeezing and rolling a nipple between her thumb and finger. "Fuck yes." he said, his cock no fully erect, trapped in his pants. She rubbed the other nipple and then slowly slid one leg up onto the arm of her chair, exposing and parting her cunt even more. "How about my cunt? Do you like it, I do." she said as she slowly ran a finger up its wet parted slit. His cock strained in his pants, he wanted to fuck her but all he could do was watch her slowly rubbing her clit and slipping her fingers inside her wet cunt. Wet and aroused, It was all she could do to stop herself making it cum. That wasn't the game though. The game was to torture him, make him desperate for the cunt between her legs. It was working, all he could think of was ramming his cock into her wet hole. Figuring he had been tortured enough, she withdrew her fingers and smiling at him, sat wit her legs closed. Natalie couldn't believe the huge bulge in his pants. She could see the stiff outline of his rigid cock pressing against the material "Take it out." she said breathlessly. Gary unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his hard cock. Fuck, it looked huge Natalie thought as she stared at it. "Pull it." she croaked, her cunt throbbing even more with a longing for it inside her. He started to slowly pull himself, sliding his hand up and down his swollen rigid shaft, precum starting to ooze from the tip. He couldn't look between her legs, it would make him cum if he did. "Stop." she moaned. She knew he was close and she was determined he wasn't going to waste that hard cock and his cum on his hand. He sat there with his rigid cock jerking with excitement. He was too far gone to fuck now she thought. He would only last seconds. Better to let them both calm down a bit. "You can take your clothes off now." she said, hoping that was the distraction they both needed. Standing up, he began to strip. Shoes and socks, then his shirt and finally, he slid his pants down and kicked them off. His cock was still rigid but a little less excited by the time he had finished. Natalie stood up, crossed the room and standing in front of him, reached out and took him in her hand. It was risky but she just had to hold that lovely thick cock. Slowly she pulled it, not fast enough to make him cum. Gary groaned at the feel of her hand sliding along his hard shaft and reached between her legs in response. His fingers dug into Natalie's wet cunt as she stroked him. "Slowly." she whispered as he tried desperately to finger fuck her fast and make her cum. It was too late, there was no going back. He thrust his fingers hard and fast into her and she pulled him faster. They clung together, both shaking, frantically masturbating each other. Suddenly, they both fell over the edge and came together, jerking as her cunt gushed on his fingers inside her and his cock squirted cum across the room onto the carpet. They stood gasping and twitching from their massive orgasms. It wasn't a fuck but it was fucking awesome nonetheless. Gary flopped onto the couch as Natalie refilled their wine. She joined him on the couch and they sipped their drinks thirstily as they recovered together. "We were meant to fuck." Natalie laughed. "I wouldn't have got it inside you." Gary said, his chest still heaving slightly. "You know what." she said. "What?" he asked. "I enjoyed that just as much." she told him, smiling. "Me too." he replied, lifting his arm up for her to cuddle into him. They stayed like that for the next hour, only moving to get up and refresh their drinks. Both in the mood again, they knew it was time for bed. Even before they had reached the bedroom, Natalie had decided she wanted him to take her from behind. She loved having cock thrust inside her in that position. Entering the bedroom, she climbed onto all fours with open legs, offering her cunt up to him. Seeing her round ass cheeks and open waiting hole beneath them, he climbed onto the bed pulling his cock, eager to be inside her. Pressing himself against her ass, he found her opening with his hard cock and pushed into her wet eager throbbing cunt. Natalie moaned as his rigid cock filled her and began thrusting in and out. Day 2 "You know how you like to display yourself." He said as he slowly stroked his finger up and down her pussy as they lay in bed in the morning. It wasn't an arousing fondle, more like an intimate gesture. "Yes." She said, wondering where this was leading. "What if you could flash the whole beach and no one realized it." He said. "How would I do that?" She asked, suddenly interested. "It's a surprise, leave it to me, but I'll have to go out in a bit." He told her. She was so glad she had made up with Gary. He knew her so well and was on board with everything she did. He understood her. What the hell was he up to though. His grin was purely evil. "Stand still." he said several hours later as she stood in the middle of the living room naked with her arms outstretched while Gary painstakingly painted her naked skin. He stood back and looked at her. "Perfect." He said. "Don't get too close to anyone and they will never know you're naked." Gary had painted a black swimsuit on her naked body. Only her hard nipples and clear cameltoe gave it away. Natalie looked at herself in the mirror. Fuck yes, that would work. She couldn't wait to get down to the beach. She turned and looked at him adoringly. He had embraced her game and was taking it to a whole new level. Actively helping her to expose herself in public. "It's water based so stay clear of the ocean." He told her. Carefully, Natalie put on her clothes over the body paint. She was going to parade down the beach totally naked and they wouldn't even know it. Gary collected a box of wine and some plastic glasses and they made off for the beach. The sun was at about forty five degrees in the sky when Natalie slipped off her dress. She was naked but felt like she was clothed in his swimsuit of paint. There were people in the water and spread over the sand. Gary took her hand and led her down to the water's edge. Casually, they began to stroll along the beach. No one paid any attention, all they could see was a woman in a very close fitting swimsuit. That was not to say that she didn't get looks. Men in and out of the water lusted after her with their eyes. If only they knew they were staring at her naked cunt and not some costume. "How's that?" Gary asked as they strolled the waterline. "Fucking unreal." Natalie said. "The whole world can see my tits and cunt and they don't even know it," "I can." He said smiling as he looked down at where her thighs met. Returning to their towels, they sat and drank their wine as the crowd on the beach slowly thinned. Even the man who had been lying on his stomach and ignored his wife's concerns about a sunburned back had gone. He had been staring between Natalie's legs and didn't fancy having to explain the hard cock in his shorts to the wife and kids if he turned over. "I think I'll go for a swim." Natalie said, getting up off the towel. " Remember what I said, it's not waterproof." Gary reminded her. "I know." Natalie said with a devilish grin. While Natalie was in the water rubbing the paint off her body, Roger and Sally walked up to where Gary was sitting, "Hello stranger." Roger said, "Mind if we join you?" The couple sat down and Gary poured them a glass of wine. "What's the hole for?" Roger asked. Gary was about to reply when Natalie emerged from the water totally naked, all the paint having washed off. Roger couldn't help himself and stared between her legs, openly showing he wanted her cunt. If he had just been a little more attentive, he would have noticed that Sally, his wife, was doing exactly the same. "Hello you two." Natalie said, standing there, totally naked. Bending over she picked up a towel and started drying herself off with her smooth shaved cunt right at their eye level. They seemed shocked that she had walked out of the water completely naked with other people not too far away on the beach. Their dismay made Natalie smile. Apparently there were things you just didn't do like parading stark naked on a beach. While Sally sat shocked with her mouth open, Roger couldn't give a fuck and was just happy staring at Natalie's bare cunt. "We thought you might like another game of cards." Sally said, trying to hide her excitement as Natalie pulled on her dress. Her and Roger hadn't been able to think of anything else since their last encounter and had fucked like rabbits all week with the added excitement it had given to their waning sex life. "You know just how to spoil a woman." Natalie said, noticing the hole Gary had dug in the sand. Always needing to pee at the beach, probably from the cool water or the noise of the waves, she squatted over the hole in the sand with her dress pulled up and her legs wide open. "What do you think?" she asked as she started to piss into the hole. As much as they tried to ignore it, both Roger and Sally couldn't help but look, turned on by the sight of Natalie's pissing cunt. "As long as I don't have to suck Roger's cock." Gary joked. "Cards it is then." Natalie said, shaking the last drops of piss off her cunt. Gary collected their things while Natalie pulled on her dress. No need for panties, she thought. Excited and filled with anticipation, Sally and Roger walked with them towards Natalie's apartment. Sally's cunt was already aroused and wet and Roger's cock grew harder the closer they got. Having played the game, they were full of anticipation. Anything could happen, It all depended on who had the highest card and what they desired. "Let's play cards." Natalie said, inside her apartment, pulling her dress off over her head, leaving her naked from head to toe. When she turned around, Sally had Rogers shorts pulled down at the front and was frantically pulling his hard thick cock as his fingers scrambled to find her aroused clit inside her pants. "Not yet." Natalie said. Walking up to them naked. "Let the cards decide." she said, replacing Sally's hand on Rogers cock with her own, her other hand slipping down inside Sally's panties. " You fucking want to cum don't you?" she said, rubbing them both. Roger reached out for Natalie's bare cunt but she pulled away. "All in good time." she told him as her hand stroked his rigid cock and her fingers rubbed at Sally's excited clit. "Get undressed," she ordered them and they hastily shed their clothes. All three sat naked on the floor, their hearts beating fast as Natalie shuffled the cards. Behind them, Gary was stripping off his clothes after putting away everything they had carted back from the beach. Natalie dealt the cards and Roger had the highest, He knew it was a cliche but he just had to see it, Turning to his wife he smiled. "Lick Natalie's cunt," he ordered her. Sally couldn't have wished for a better task. She had been eyeing up Natalie's cunt ever since she saw it piss in the sand earlier on the beach. Also happy with the task, Natalie spread her legs wide as Sally crawled on all fours between them. Natalie groaned softly as Sally's eager tongue stroked up her wet parted slit, the tip rubbing her aroused hard clit. Watching from behind, as much as he wanted to see his wife lick pussy, Roger couldn't take his eyes off his wife's wet cunt, Every fibre of his being wanted to fuck it. "Fuck her." Natalie said pulling her cunt away from Sally's mouth, Sally flipped over and opened her legs, Roger was on her in a second, pushing his rigid cock into her cunt. "Slowly." Natalie said, walking behind Roger. With her legs wide open, she rubbed her wet cunt up and down on his back as he thrust his hard cock inside his wife. Determined not to be left out, Gary knelt beside Sally and laid his hard cock across her open mouth, Desperate to be fucked both ends, Sally enveloped his cock with her mouth, sucking on it hard as her husband filled her cunt. "Stop!" Natalie yelled. It wasn't her call but she made it anyway. Roger pulled out of Sally, his cock rigid and twitching while Gary reefed his cock out of Sally's mouth and rubbed his hard thick shaft all over her face. Sally moaned and squirmed on the floor, her unfulfilled cunt and hungry mouth both aching for more hard cock. "Let's go to the pub for a drink first." Natalie said. Helping Sally up off the floor. Needing to find Sally a dress to wear, both women went into the bedroom leaving the men languishing with their unrelieved hard cocks and aching cum filled balls. "Tell me what you do." Sally asked as Natalie picked out a dress to loan her. "I want to flash my cunt just like you, it's exciting." she said. Natalie explained just how she had got Gary interested, "Fuck." that's so sexy Sally told her. She looked at herself in the mirror. The dress fitted well except for around the bust. Her tits were bigger than Natalie's and the dress was a little tight there. Natalie told her it looked fine and that with tits like hers in a tight dress she was going to get stares, The first step on being an exhibitionist. "What's the next step?" Sally asked. "Get rid of these." Natalie smiled as she reached up under Sally's dress and pulled down her panties. Both women stood in front of the full length mirror and pulled up their dresses revealing their shaved cunts. "Perfect," Natalie said. With that, they smoothed their dressed back down and rejoined the now dressed men in the living room. The four of them walked to the bar Natalie and Gary had visited, the men blissfully ignorant that the two women were absolutely naked under their dresses. "Oh look, our table's vacant." Natalie said, making a beeline for it. Sally joined her and they sat next to each other while the men went to the bar to get drinks. "You know what to do." Natalie said to Sally while they waited for the men to return. "Just like I told you." she said. Carrying two drinks each, the men passed them out and sat opposite the two women. They all raised their glasses. "To us." Gary said and they all took a sip. As Sally placed her glass back on the table, her arm accidentally knocked her packet of cigarettes onto the floor. Being closest and a gentleman, Roger bent to pick them up for her. As soon as his head was below the table, Sally opened her legs giving him a wonderful view up her dress and between her parted thighs. Roger froze under the table, his whole attention focused on the lovely shaved aroused cunt between his wife's open thighs. Sally could feel his stare boring into her cunt. Picking up the cigarettes, Roger was so distracted he banged his head on the underside of the table as he went to sit up. "You okay there Roger." Natalie asked, smiling. Roger looked at his wife, She had a beaming grin on her face. Looking on, Gary knew exactly what was going on. "She put you up to this didn't she." Roger said grinning. "No, it was my idea." Sally told him. "Do you like it?" "What do you think." he replied, his cock already twice the size in his pants than when they had walked in. Sally's cunt was tingling. Now she got it. The thrill of being pantyless in public and exciting someone as she gave them a sneaky little peek at her bare cunt. A cunt they wanted but couldn't have, at least not there and then. Roger was lucky, he was going to get her cunt, others wouldn't be so lucky. Yes, there were going to be others. She wanted to experience Natalie's game for herself. "Do you know what I'm doing now?" Sally asked, leaning over the table towards her husband. Judging by the look on her face and her slightly moving arm he had a very good idea. Under the table, Sally was pushing two fingers into her saturated cunt. "Kiss my hand." she said, raising her hand from under the table and offering the back of it for him to kiss. Roger took his time, lingering on her hand long enough to smell the wet cunt on her fingers. "She's a natural." Natalie whispered admiringly to Gary who was staring at Sally's hand wishing he could lick her fingers. Natalie slapped his hand. "Hey, I'm here." she said, jolting him back to reality. "Go and get another round of drinks." she told him. As Gary stood up and leaned over to collect the empty glasses, Natalie pulled back the top of her dress. Fuck! He could see the top of her shaved slit. Both those horny bitches were in it together. The dirty little cunts. Not that he was complaining. Collecting the empty glasses with a smile on his face, he went to the bar. Natalie got up and moved to Gary's empty chair. "So Roger, how much do you want your wife's cunt?" she asked, her hand rubbing across the hard bulge in his pants. Roger was lost for words and couldn't answer. "Judging by this hard bulge I think he wants your cunt very much." she told Sally as she massaged Rogers cock through his pants. "I want your hard cock inside my wet cunt." Sally said to Roger looking him in the eyes. Natalie felt his cock jerk in his pants. Fuck he was horny for his wife. Sally was loving it. Never since they had been married had they wanted each other so much. Gary returned with their fresh drinks and was forced to sit next to Sally. As he passed them out, Sally brushed her hand over the front of his pants. The result was instantaneous and she felt his cock harden rapidly. Now both women were rubbing the men's cocks through their pants under the table. Their arousal was palpable, they wanted to cum so badly. The women smiled at each other, they were a team, working together to keep these two men on the edge and almost begging for their aromatic wet cunts. "Who wants to go home and fuck?" Nataile asked with a smile. All of them nodded eagerly and they all got up and hurriedly left the bar. Even before the door was shut behind them at her apartment, Natalie had her dress pulled off over her head and facing them, was rubbing her shaved wet cunt. "Who's for cards?" she asked.' "Fuck cards." Roger said, already naked from the waist down with a raging hard cock. Ripping off his shirt, he strode across the room and pushed Natalie backwards onto the couch. Straddling her on it, he thrust his hard cock into her mouth, Holding her by the hair he started driving his cock into her throat, Natalie gagged but wanted all of him. Angling her head back, she let his hard thick cock down into her esophagus. Desperate to cum but not wanting to do it in her throat, Roger pulled out, pushed her legs wide apart and rammed his rigid cock into her cunt. "Oh fuck!" Natalie cried out as he filled her completely in one hard deep thrust. Sally was still pulling her dress off when Gary dragged her to the floor. Pushing her legs apart, he buried his face between them, frantically lapping at her drenched cunt, Crying out, Sally put both hands on the back of his head and pressed face to her aroused cunt. Overtaken with lust, Gary hungrily lapped between her legs and rubbed his face in her wet slit. "Fuck me." Sally moaned; desperate for his hard cock inside her. On the couch, Natalie was crying out with each deep hard thrust of Roger's cock inside her cunt, Grunting hard, he was ramming his cock inside her, fucking her eager cunt as hard as he could. Gary had Sally on all fours, thrusting himself against her ass as he drove his straining cock deep in her cunt. Fuck he needed to cum. He had, ever since seeing Natalie's shaved slit at the bar. "Yes!" Natalie shouted as Roger plunged deep inside her and started cumming; his pulsating cock filling her cunt with cum. Sally's head was on the floor, her hands clawing at the carpet as Gary fucked her cunt hard from behind. Her ass and legs were shaking in orgasm when he pulled his cock out and came hard all over her back. Roger looked at Sally and they both smiled. Watching each other fucking someone else was such a rush. If anything, it made them want each other even more. She was the dirty cunt that loved to fuck cock and he was the cock that wanted the slutty cunt between her legs. "Time for bed." Natalie said, climbing off the couch. "I thought we were playing cards." Sally said. "It's a bit late for that." Natalie replied, smiling. As Gary climbed into bed naked, Natalie sat on the toilet trying to force out and wipe away as much of Roger's cum as she could. She didn't want Gary to get sloppy seconds. Turning out the light, she climbed into bed and took hold of Gary's cock under the covers. Pulling it, she soon had him nice and hard. Fingering her wet cunt, Gary rolled over between her legs. Natalie spread her legs even wider, opening her cunt up in readiness for his hard cock. In the living room on the couch, Sally was crying out as her husband drove his hard cock deep into her slippery wet aroused cunt. The night was young and all four of them were fucking horny. Who knew what was going to happen. They might swap partners again or all fuck in the same room watching each other. For now though, both women were just enjoying having their wet cunts fucked by eager rigid cocks. Day 3 Gary was surprised to see Sally sitting on the train where Natalie should have been. Smiling, he sat opposite her. Dressed in a white top and short black skirt and nylons, she looked gorgeous. "Has she sent the apprentice?" he asked, grinning. "Something like that." Sally replied, smiling. The train pulled out of the station and Gary sat watching Sally, wondering what was coming. Ten minutes into the journey, looking around to make sure no-one was watching, she parted her legs riding her skirt up. His eyes drawn immediately between her open thighs, Gary saw her black sheer pantyhose with their solid strip across the top to look like stockings drawn tight over her white panties. Even though her cunt seemed unassailable beneath the two layers, he could just imagine her pulling them down layer by layer to sit on the toilet, her shaved cunt pissing with them around her knees, It made him fucking hard just picturing it. Was this it though? Was that all she had? Smiling, Sally picked up her phone and pressed send. Gary's phone buzzed and distracted from the view between her legs, he opened the message. "Use your earphones." the message read. Plugging them in, he opened the clip that was attached. Straight away, he could see a close-up of two women naked sitting side by side, naked with their thighs parted, each one rubbing the other's parted cunt. He recognized both cunts and one of them was sitting in front of him right now. As the video went on, each woman became more and more aroused, opening their legs wider in their need to cum. Finally, with shaking legs and loud moans of pleasure they came with the other's fingers stuck inside them or rubbing hard at their clit. Sally studied his face, it was a picture of sheer excitement, only matched by the obvious bulge in his pants. When the video finished and he looked up, she smiled and parted her legs even wider. Fuck he wanted her cunt right now. Wanted to slip his hand inside those pantyhose and panties and rub her cunt. Inside his pants, his cock was rigid with desire. Knowing it and loving watching him squirm, Sally typed on her phone and pressed send. "Enjoy your wank. See you tomorrow." the message read. With that, she closed her legs, got up and walked to the carriage doors as the train approached the station. She got out as soon as they opened and was gone by the time he left the carriage. He fucking was going to enjoy his wank. His mind filled with the images of her open legs and the video, he raced home. Connecting the video to his TV, he slid down his pants and laid back on the couch with his shirt pulled up and pressed play. He was already stroking his hard cock when it came on. It was only a short clip but by the time it had ended, his stomach was covered in cum. "How did it go?" Natalie asked down the phone. "Better than I thought." Sally said. "Did you show him your cunt?> Natalie asked. "No, I did like you said and just gave him a tease." Sally told her. " Good girl, what about the video of us?" "I watched him drooling and his cock get hard in his pants." Sally told her with a huge smile on her face. "God." Natalie said. "I bet he's wanking over it right now." "I hope so." Sally replied, her cunt getting wet just thinking about Gary pulling his cock watching them finger each other. "What about Roger?" Does he know what you are doing?" "Fuck yes, he wants a replay the moment I get home. I hope he realizes it may be days before he gets to fuck me. That's the exciting part. Tempting them and making them wait." "You're a fast learner, I'm proud of you." Natalie said, smiling down the phone. "I had a good teacher." Sally replied, her cunt already getting wet again with the thought of tempting and denying her husband. If he wanted her to replay her adventure, there was no way he was going to fuck her before Gary did. It was all part of the tease. "Show me what happened." Roger said when she returned to the living room. Sitting opposite him on the couch, Sally opened her legs giving him the same view she had given Gary. Pressing play on the remote, the video she had made in secret with Natalie came up on the screen. Roger watched, his gaze torn between the video and his wife's open legs. Not constrained like on the train, he openly rubbed his hard cock as he watched. When the video finished, he made to approach Sally, his intention obvious, he wanted to fuck her. Smiling, she denied him. If he wanted to play then it would have to be by the rules. Roger almost whimpered in desperate frustration, his cock needing release at seeing his wife's cunt being made to cum by her new friend. Day 4 Gary couldn't wait to see what Sally had in store for him today. Even though he knew what her cunt was like it was still exciting and he wanted it. He remembered how tight, wet and warm it had been when he fucked her. It didn't help that she had texted him during the day to tell him how wet she was thinking about his hard cock. He was already semi hard when he stepped onto the train. Sally was there, minus her nylons. She smiled as he sat down opposite her. She had an air of arousal about her which made his cock even harder in his pants and he couldn't wait for the games to begin . Ten minutes out of the station, she carefully parted her legs. Staring at her panties, he remembered what the cunt beneath them was like and he wanted it. Wanted to pull those panties down and fuck her wet pussy. Making sure no-one was watching, she reached between her legs and rubbed her panties into her wet slit, hoping that her wetness would soak into them and show. When she removed her fingers, he could see the material trapped between her lips, showing him the lovely slit hidden beneath, She smiled at him. "You like?" she asked. Fuck yes he liked. He just wanted to reef out his cock and pull it. Tempting him further, Sally reached between her legs again, her fingers poised at the leg of her panties, ready to pull them aside. His breathing stopped and his heart pounded as he waited for her to show him her cunt. Dashing his hopes. Sally withdrew her hand and closed her legs. She smiled as she saw the anguished look on his face. At the same time it made her wet seeing someone so desperate to see her cunt. Fuck she loved this game. Deciding to put him out of his misery, she parted her legs again, reached between them and slid her panties across, revealing her drenched shaved slit. Gary almost groaned aloud at the sight of her exposed cunt. Fuck he wanted to rub his cock and he did, grinding his hand over the bulge in his pants as he stared between her open legs with her parted cunt there in front of him but not for the taking. Unnoticed, further back in the cartridge, Natalie watched her protege drive Gary crazy. She knew exactly what was going on and it made her cunt tingle thinking it was her doing it not so long ago. She remembered the look on his face and the hard bulge in his pants like it was yesterday. Sally was doing fucking great. Sally slid a finger up her parted slit and put it in her mouth, covering her pussy with her panties at the same time. Gary groaned with frustration. He wanted to taste that finger and keep looking at her cunt. "See you tomorrow." Sally said again as she got up out of her seat and made for the carriage doors. Natalie joined her unseen and they both alighted the carriage as soon as it stopped. Walking together, they left the station, making plans for Gary's next day of torture. "You're doing so good." Natalie said, proud of how Sally could arouse Gary . "It's fun." Sally said, not just meaning her arousing Gary, The whole thing had her cunt wet from start to finish. She was rapidly getting to the point where she was exciting herself just as much and really needed to fuck something or someone, Gary left the station and made his way home. He wasn't going to get to fuck Sally's cunt but he was sure going to cum hard pulling himself imagining he was. Laid back on the couch with his pants pulled down, he closed his eyes and imagined her rubbing her soft wet slit over his cock before inserting it inside her. Pulling himself slowly, he imagined her lowering onto him, forcing his hard cock deep in her cunt. Oh fuck! He wanted her and pulled his cock faster. Fuck me! She cried out in his mind, thrusting her cunt hard down on his rigid cock. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, pulling himself hard. Suddenly, he jerked and his cock erupted, spewing cum all over himself. Not knowing what she had in mind the next day had him so fucking aroused. It was agony not being able to fuck her but it was also part of the excitement. Back at home, Sally groaned as she laid back on the sofa with her legs apart, slowly rubbing her wet cunt as Roger pulled his cock watching her. Reaching down between her legs with both hands, she pulled her lips apart, showing him her wet aching hole. Roger groaned and pulled his cock even harder, wishing he was inside it. "Cum for me." Sally whispered and Roger groaned again, his rigid straining cock cumming in his hand. Sally watched with delight as he sprayed himself with thick squirts of cum. His hand rapidly pulled his cock in his hard orgasm. "Just a few days and you can stick it inside me." she told him, keeping his arousal and craving for the wet cunt between her legs. Day 5 Day five had arrived and Sally was going out of her mind. Her husband Roger was climbing the walls, desperate to get his cock inside her and she needed to fuck too. If it hadn't been for Natalie telling steer the course, she would have opened her legs and let Roger fuck the shit out of her, Together the women made a plan. Gary was already half hard when he got on the train. Sally was there waiting for him. Ten minutes into the journey. She surveyed the carriage and then parted her legs showing him the tightly stretched triangle of material between her parted thighs. He desperately wanted that cunt hidden beneath her panties. Knowing how aroused he was, she ever so slowly pulled them aside and showed him her wet aroused slit. He couldn't help but stare at it, his cock growing even harder as he gaped at her gorgeous soft wet pink inner lips glistening with her excited wetness "Touch it." she whispered. Leaning forward, he reached out and slid his fingers between her wet soft inner lips. Fuck her cunt felt so nice. "That's enough." she said, closing her legs again. Desperate for her cunt, he sniffed his fingers, hoping to smell her cunt on them. He wasn't disappointed, she was nice and ripe. Sally let him watch her part and close her thighs for the rest of the journey, opening and closing her legs, tempting him with the wet cunt underneath the thin layer of material that covered it. By the end of the journey, he was ready to cum. All he could think of was pulling her little panties aside and thrusting his cock inside her shaved wet cunt. Stepping off the train at his stop, he was resigned to pulling his cock when he saw both Sally and Natalie standing there smiling at him. Taking him by each arm, both of them led him into women's toilets and into a cubicle. Locking it, Natalie reached up under her dress, pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet with her dress pulled up and her legs wide open. His heart pounding he watched as she started to rub her cunt for him while Sally unzipped his pants. Reaching inside them, she released his hard cock and started to pull it. Fuck! He couldn't believe it. Watching Natalie finger her cunt while he had his cock pulled. He was in fucking heaven and so close to cumming. Sally pulled him faster, sensing his need and he watched growing even closer to orgasm as Natalie thrust two fingers inside her wet cunt. Seeing he was about to cum, she sat up and leaned forward with her mouth open as Sally pulled him even faster. With a loud groan he came, his first squirt of cum missing Natalie's mouth and hitting her cheek. With a slight adjustment of her aim, Sally made the second squirt hit its target, the thick rope of cum squirting right into Natalie's mouth. As he jerked in orgasm, Natalie gulped down his thick cum and Sally dropped to her knees beside him, her mouth enveloping his cock to suck up the last of his cum oozing from the tip of his cock. Fuck that was good and Sally's warm mouth on his softening cock sucking him clean was all anyone could ever hope for. As Natalie leaned back on the toilet with her legs wide open, Sally stood up and replaced his cock in his pants and zipped him up. "That's it, you can go now." Sally said. What the fuck. He wanted to fuck them both but he was being sent on his way. It was all part of the game and he had to follow orders. Reluctantly, he left the cubicle and exited the toilets. It would be a dejected walk home but on the bright side, he had just gained a memory he could wank over forever. Back in the cubicle, horny from their encounter, Sally straddled Natalie on the toilet and both women started rubbing each other's cunts. Aroused and aching to cum, Natalie slid her hand under Sally's top to massage her tits while Sally rode Natalie's hand. Mid way through, a woman entered the toilets and sat in the next cubicle. With her panties around her knees, she pissed and listened to the moans of arousal coming from next door. Aroused herself, she lingered, listening to the two women, her cunt growing more excited by the second. The two women came in loud orgasms and she heard them pulling up their panties and leaving. With them gone, she pushed her panties down around her ankles and opened her legs. Frantically, she rubbed at her wet cunt until she came hard right there on the toilet. Fuck what they were doing sounded so erotic. Standing up, she pulled up her panties and flushed the toilet. She wished she could have been part of what was going on in the next cubicle. He would be stretched out in front of the TV when she got home. All she could hope for was the kids had been fed, bathed and put to bed. That way Mummy could have some alone time in the bath with her little waterproof friend. Fuck she wished someone would make her cunt cum like she had just heard. It had been so long. Day 6 Roger woke up at the end of his tether, Determined to fuck his wife, he reached between her legs and started to rub her cunt. As much as she wanted to resist, his finger wore down her willpower and Sally was soon writhing in the bed, her cunt on the verge of cumming. Roger rubbed at her whole cunt and she came, gasping and thrusting her cunt upwards in orgasm. Desperate for some hard cock inside her, she straddled him and positioned on his cock, lowered herself taking all of him inside her. Fuck it felt good, all that hard cock buried deep in her cunt. Looking down at him, she started to ride it. Slowly at first and then faster and faster, wanting it to fuck her aching cunt hard. Roger groaned as she took every inch of his hard cock deep in her wet cunt. Panting, Sally rode him hard until she froze on his cock, her legs and ass shaking. At the same time Roger pushed up hard inside her, his cock depositing his cum deep in her body. Sally didn't want to end the game fucking Roger. To keep it going, she texted Gary at work. "I'm in the toilet rubbing my cunt thinking about your cock." it said. Gary read it and his pulse raced, Jesus, he wanted to fuck the living shit out of her. Getting up from his desk, he went to the toilet, sat in a cubicle with his pants down and started to pull his cock. "Me too." he texted her back in between pulling himself. Sally's cunt grew suddenly wet knowing what he was doing thinking about her. "Make it cum for me." she messaged back. "Send me your cunt." he messaged, hardly able to contain his excitement. Sally put her phone between her legs and pressed play. When he got the clip, Gary pulled his cock hard, cumming in seconds, his phone recording it all. He sent it to her. Sally watched, her heart beating hard as she saw his cock cumming in hard streams of thick cum as he thought of her. This was something she would watch over and over again, mostly rubbing her cunt to it. Fuck it was so erotic and arousing. "See you on the train," she replied. She couldn't wait. Her cunt was going to be wet all day thinking about the game. It was a pity Roger had caved in. At least she still had Gary in the game. It was taking over her life it seemed but there wasn't anything she could do to stop herself. No wonder Natalie was so hooked on it. It developed a life of its own as it went along. Now all she could think of was tantalizing Gary and finally fucking him. Seeing him cum wanting her so bad. That was the point of it, to make them crave your cunt so badly, they would do anything for it. Sally sat on the train, her cunt throbbing with arousal as she waited for Gary. She knew she was wet and suspected her panties were too. It may have been something to do with her rubbing her cunt before she left for the station. She wasn't alone, Gary's cock was already hard by the time he boarded the train. He wanted to see that cunt again. Wanted to see her fingers pull her panties aside, showing him her lovely wet slit within those lovely soft wet lips inside it. As he sat down opposite her, Sally leaned forward. "You van see my cunt or fuck it. It's your choice." she whispered. Even though she knew the answer, she just wanted to hear him say it. All day she had been longing for his hard cock between her legs, fucking her wet throbbing cunt. "I think I'll take the latter," he said grinning. "Not even just a peek?" he asked. Quickly, she opened her thighs. In between them were nice white panties stained dark with wetness. No sooner had he got a glimpse, her legs closed again. "There." she said. "Can you wait now?" He could but it was going to be a long fucking ride with her little pussy rainbow at the end of it. Sally just smiled at him. That smile that said "You lucky boy, you are going to get your cock up my cunt." As soon as the train stopped and the doors opened, they were arm in arm walking swiftly off the platform heading to his apartment. Inside the door, Sally pulled her dress off over her head and slipped her panties off while Gary raced to disrobe. Unhooking her bra, he watched as she made for the bedroom, her ass cheeks moving delightfully with every step. As he followed her, she laid across the bed and drew her legs up with them wide apart, showing him her open hole. He wanted to lick her cunt but his hard rampant cock wanted to fuck her. Giving in to his cock, he laid between her open legs and fed his hard cock into her. Sally groaned as she felt his hard cock fill her cunt . "Yes, that's it, fuck me." she groaned as he started thrusting into her wet aching cunt. "Fuck me." she cried out as he rammed his cock in and out of her. They were both in the mood to fuck and in just what seemed like seconds they were both cumming, her with her legs jerking and him with his cock in hand spraying her cunt with cum. "Don't worry." she said. "We have all night." "What about Roger?" he asked. "He knows I'm out fucking you." she told him. "He's probably out trying to pick up some slut or a prostitute." she said, pulling him closer. "We have all night." With that, Gary pushed his half hard cock back inside her needy cunt. Day 7 "Cheers, here's to our latest exhibitionist." Natalie said, raising her glass as all four of them stood around her apartment. They all raised their glasses to Sally who had passed the Natalie school for showing off your cunt class. :It would have been perfect if my husband hadn't caved." Sally said, laughing. "Let's go down to the beach." Roger suggested. "I have a better idea." Gary said, disappearing from the room. Coming back, he handed Roger a paintbrush and some paint. Within an hour, both women had matching bikinis painted on their naked bodies. Stripping off their dresses both women walked hand in hand towards the waterline. No-one at a distance would be able to tell they were naked. "Good job." Gary said to Roger, admiring their artistry. "Never mind that." Roger said. "Lets dig them both a hole." he said smiling. Eagerly, Gary helped. After all, who wouldn't want to watch two cunts pissing into the sand.

A Grand Adventure by Story Guy Jess is going with her uncle to Africa on an archaeological expidetion. Lots can happen deep in the jungle. Chapter 1 Jess was excited. The last few years had been rough. Her father had left for parts unknown almost three years ago. At first it had been financially hard, but her mother's brother, Jess's uncle Ron had helped them out. Her mother had also finally landed a pretty well paying job. While Jess was in school it wasn't a problem, but summer was coming and her mother didn't like the idea of Jess being alone all day every day while her mother was at work. Jess argued that she'd be fine. She was 15 and would turn 16 in just over a month, certainly old enough to take care of herself, but her mother had doubts. Ron had come up with a solution though. He was some big wig at some university. Every summer he would go on some sort of exploring trip. Jess wasn't exactly sure what he did, but this year he had offered her a job being his assistant! She was going to accompany him on his trip for three months. Her job was to organize and keep all the records. They would be collecting artifacts and cataloging them. Jess wouldn't be doing the collecting, other team members would be doing that and they would be filling out the appropriate forms. Those forms would be given to Jess. They would also be filling out expense reports, trip itineraries, and other such trip related reports, which would also be given to her. It didn't sound too hard to her and she was going to be paid well for it. The best part was she was going to receive a complete wardrobe. As Ron had told her, all she needed to pack was her toothbrush and the clothes on her back, which she could throw out when the new things arrived. Everything would be supplied and most of the clothing she received was hers to keep. She was to get formal wear for meetings in Europe right down to clothing to wear in the jungle. Because of her age and the extensive travel involved, Ron was made her legal guardian for the trip. That proved a bit complicated. Her mother wasn't too sure, but the legal team in charge of the expedition explained the reasons for it. Ron needed complete control in case of anything that might come up. Trying to get word to her mother and then have her supply the appropriate documents could be disastrous and could even cost Jess her life in an emergency. Once Jess's mother understood, she signed all the documents willingly. The plane Ron and Jess were on landed in Paris. Since they had virtually no luggage getting through customs was easy and, as they exited, they immediately spotted a man holding a sign with their names on it. The man and Ron immediately started talking and largely ignored Jess, which didn't really bother her at all. She was busy taking in all the sights. They went to the man's car and Ron and he got into the front seat and Jess climbed into the back. Jess would have not even answered if something was said to her. Her eyes were glued on her surroundings. The car pulled into a parking lot and stopped, making Jess look up. Ron chuckled, "I asked if you wanted to get something to eat, but you didn't answer. Are you hungry?" "Yes!" Jess blurted. "Sorry, I was just busy looking around. I didn't realize you ask me." The three went into the restaurant and ate a nice meal. Jess wished she had studied French better in school. She was able to pick out some words, but Ron impressed her as he carried on a conversation with the waiter. She was even more impressed when the waiter brought a bottle of wine to the table and set out three goblets, one for her, and poured out the wine. They ate a leisurely meal, Ron made a phone call, then they headed out on the road again driving about a half hour before pulling up to a small, but elegant villa. Ron took Jess on a short tour of the house, then brought her back into the main room. "Take your dress off," he ordered. "Here?" she questioned. "Yes, here," he snapped, obviously irritated. "I will not! I..." Jess started to yell. Before she could finish, Ron lunged at her, pushing her to the floor. Before she could react he flipped up her dress, tore her panties off, and started spanking her hard. She tried to fight him off struggling and screaming as she did, but she was no match for him. She was tiny, but he was larger than normal and he easily overpowered her. Jess continued to struggle and Ron continued to slap her bare ass. Finally she broke and, although still crying, stopped struggling. Ron stopped spanking her and lifted up the sobbing girl. He sat down on the couch and just held her until she quieted. Her sobbing stopped, but she was still crying some. "Do you know why you were spanked?" he asked. Between whimpers, she managed to say, "Because I wouldn't take my dress off." "No, you were not spanked because you wouldn't take your dress off. I did tell you to take it off, but you were spanked because you didn't do what you were told to do. I've told you many times, you are to do what you are told when you are told to do it. Especially over the next couple of months, your life could depend on it," he explained. "Shall we try again? Take off your dress." Jess began crying again, but stood up and started undressing. "Are you going to rape me?" she asked. "No! Of course not! Why would you ask that?" he snapped. He calmed and continued is a softer voice. "Over the next couple of months, there will be times when I see you naked and times when you see me naked. That can't be helped. You don't need a thin piece of cloth to protect you, I'll protect you. I could care less about your privacy or your modesty. I care about you. You have the body of a girl. So what? You need to learn to trust me regardless of what you're wearing or not wearing." Jess calmed some after hearing his words. Maybe she was overreacting? She dropped her dress on the floor and stood before him naked, save her bra, making her blush. She folded her hands in front of her pussy instinctively. A knock on the door made her jump. "Stay here and don't move," he ordered as he walked to the door. "Hello. Come in," she heard him say and then he walked back into the room followed by a man and a woman. "This is the girl," he said. Jess dropped into a crouch trying to cover her naked body. "Jess, stop being dramatic. This is Jacques and he is here to measure you for your clothes. You do want them to fit, don't you? Now stand up so he can get your measurements. Nothing bad will happen to you. I told you I'd protect you, right? Now cooperate." Jess slowly stood up and her face turned red with embarrassment. The woman pulled out a laptop computer and set it up as the man pulled out a measuring tape, making Jess turn even redder. Why couldn't the woman measure her? The man and woman began talking in French to each other. Jess understood when Ron told the man she didn't speak French, in French. He smiled at her, then started measuring her, moving her as he did, like spreading her arms, parting her legs, and such, and seemed to touch every part of her body multiple times as he took measurements and relayed the information to the woman on the computer. Jess's face stayed red the entire time and she somehow managed to control her instinctual movements to cover herself. It took about 10 minutes, but it seemed like 10 hours to Jess, before he finished. As the woman packed up her computer, the man said a few words to Ron, and then they left. Ron turned his attention back to Jess, who was still standing naked in the room. "Pick up your dress and put it in your room. Put on some panties and there's a robe hanging in the bathroom you can put on if you wish. You'll have to take the robe off when they return so you can be fitted though. They will be back in an hour or so with some clothes for you. There won't be much, but tomorrow there will be more." Jess picked up her dress. She dumped the torn panties in a wastebasket on the way to her room. There was a full length mirror in her room and she looked at her body in it. She was embarrassed. Her ass was still quite pink showing she had been spanked. The people from the clothing supplier had to have noticed and must have known she had been spanked. Not wanting to irritate her uncle again Jess dumped her dress on her bed, put on a new pair of panties, and walked into the bathroom to get the robe. She walked back into the main room as she put it on. "Come sit with me," he told her as she entered. She sat down on the couch next to him and his arm went around her shoulder. Almost instinctively she nuzzled up to him. This was the man who had just spanked her, made her get almost naked, not only in front of him, but two other people she didn't even know, one of which was another man. She had been fondled by a strange man as Ron just watched. Strangely, even after all that he made her feel protected and comforted. Jess must have dozed off as she was awaken by Ron. "They're here. Stand up and take your robe off and I'll let them in," he calmly ordered as he stood and walked to the door. Jess slowly stood up as Ron and the man returned, but this time the woman wasn't there. "Robe?" Ron reminded as the man dropped several boxes on the table. Her face turned red as she undid the tie on the robe letting it drop to the floor. The man picked it up and draped it over the back of a chair. He then took a small box and opened it, pulling out a pair of panties and handed then to Jess indicating she should put them on. Jess took the panties and paused. She would have to take the ones she was wearing off. Rod looked at her and seemed a little irritated so she slowly took hers off and quickly stepped into the ones Jacques had given her. She could tell these weren't the typical discount store panties. They seemed high quality and the material felt expensive. He then proceeded to seemingly check the fit putting his fingers into the waistband and leg holes checking them and even had her bend over. "Good, no?" he asked with a heavy accent. Jess couldn't help but smile as she nodded. The man then said something to Ron and Ron translated for Jess. "He has asked me to translate for you," Ron said. The man then started talking to Jess, but in French. "He says he tried to pick out some nice styles, materials, and colors for you. If there are some you don't like he will be glad to exchange them for you," Ron translated. Again he talked to Ron and Ron translated. "He said to take those off. He has included something special for you as a good customer." Jess shyly took the panties off. She was surprised she was becoming more excited. The man took them, putting them back into the box, then pulled out what looked like a string of pearls connected to a waistband. He held them up to himself showing her how to put them on, then handed them to Jess. She guessed it must be some kind of body jewelry. Jess stepped into them and pulled them up so the waistband was at her hips and the pearls hung down between her legs. She had never seen anything like it before and guessed maybe it was something to wear over a swim suit or pants. The man smiled at her as he reached out and pulled the waistband up so the pearls disappeared between her pussy lips and making her blush. He said something and Ron repeated, "Walk." Jess took a few steps. Her eyes widened and her face flushed. The pearls moved slightly as she walked not only rubbing her pussy, but also sliding slightly on her clit. "Off," the man smiled. Jess slipped off her new toy. The man pulled out a different pair of panties for her to put on as he opened another box and pulled out a matching bra. Jess hesitated again. She was about to expose her breasts to not only Ron, but also Jacques. She finally rationalized they had already seen her most private area, her pussy, so she may as well let them see the rest. Jess took her bra off and put the new bra on and, as he had with the panties, the man checked the fit. She had been fitted for a bra before, but it had been a matronly woman. This man seemed to know what he was doing though. They continued going through the clothes piece by piece with the man checking each article. A few he made marks on some and placed then in a separate box. It took a while and when they were finally finished Jess was tired. The man picked up the box of marked clothing and left saying he would be back the next day. "I'm tired. Is it OK if I go to bed?" Jess asked and Ron nodded. "I didn't see any nightgowns. What do I sleep in?" wondered Jess. "They will be coming tomorrow. You can sleep in anything you wish to," he answered. "I think I'll go into the hot tub for a bit. If you like, join me," he stated as he stood and walked to the door going out to a patio. Jess watched as he flipped a couple of switches on the wall, grabbed a towel off the rack next to the door, and walked out. He then pulled the cover off the tub and, much to her surprise, he began to undress like she wasn't even there. He was facing away from her, but she saw his naked ass as his underwear dropped and he climbed the steps to the hot tub. He stepped in and sat down in the bubbling water. She really didn't know why, but she walked to the door and looked at the hot tub, then looked at her uncle. "You coming in? If you are grab a towel," he said to her without looking at her. Jess reached up, grabbed a towel and walked out, dropping her towel on a chair. "I got no swimsuit," she admitted shyly and blushed a little. "It's custom to go in nude," he replied "But I guess you could just wear your undies." Jess thought about it, but didn't want to look like a scaredy cat. Anyway, he's her uncle, so there's no harm in him seeing her naked. With new grown resolve she undid her bra and dropped it, than stepped out of her panties. Now totally nude, she became nervous after all and slipped into the hot tub as fast as possible. She lowered herself into the water and although still a bit embarrassed she felt a little proud for being so brave. They didn't talk at all. Jess laid back and evidently fell asleep as she was awoken by Ron nudging her. "You're dozing off. Maybe we should go to bed?" he suggested. Jess nodded, stood up, and stepped out of the tub grabbing her towel. She heard Ron stand up and turned around. Jess watched as he climbed out of the tub completely naked. He wasn't the first nude male she had seen, but it was the first time she had seen him. Her eyes were drawn to his manhood. It surprised her that he wasn't hard. Every other guy she had seen had been hard unless she had made them cum first. Strangely, even with him flaccid, he was the most erotic man she had ever seen. He wasn't ready to fuck her, he was just being a man. Chapter 2 Ron awoke Jess that morning, She rolled over and looked at the clock, It was almost 10! "I'm sorry! I don't know why I slept so late! I..." she apologized, jumping up to a sitting position forgetting she was only wearing panties. "It's OK," he interrupted. "I let you sleep. Sleep well?" he smiled. "Oops!" she blushed, pulling up the sheet to cover herself. "Don't fret like that. I've told you we will be seeing a lot of each other. Want some coffee?" he consoled and she nodded, still holding the sheet in front of her. "I made some. Here, put this on. The tailor will be here in a half hour with more things for you plus the altered items he took back with him," he said as he stood, completely dressed, and held out a robe for her. At first Jess just looked. Did he expect her to get out of bed like this? "Um... I slept in just panties last night," she hinted as she blushed. "I know, remember? You went to bed right from the hot tub," he stated, but made no movement except for holding out her robe. Jess paused, but then remembered him spanking her for not doing what he said. He had also had seen her naked and saw everything. She slightly blushed as she dropped the sheet and stood up, taking the robe and quickly putting it on. He turned and walked into the kitchen area with her following. There was already a cup of coffee poured for her, so she sat down in the chair opposite the one he sat in, picking up the mug and taking a sip. "You make good coffee," she smiled. "Thanks! I'm glad you approve," he smiled back. "Today is Wednesday. On Friday we go into Paris for the weekend. I have some meetings there; a conference. You will be going with me. I have meetings all day Saturday. I'm sure they'll have something planned for the 'partners' of the attendees. On Saturday night there will be a formal dinner and dance. Would you like to attend?" "Formal? ...like dress up and all kinds of fancy stuff?" she gasped. "Yes!" "I'll have them fit you for a gown for Saturday night then and also something casual for you to wear during the day. I have put in a request for two beds in the hotel, but it looks like there's only single, double beds, available at the moment, unless there's a cancellation. You going to be able to deal with that? I hope so because in the jungle we'll be living like that a lot," he explained. Jess had forgotten about him saying that before and was a little unsettled at the prospect, but a knock on the door came before she could answer. It was the clothier and Ron let him in, then called Jess into the living room. The man carried several boxes in with him and put them on the floor. He rummaged through the boxes and then held out a bra and panty set for her. She really liked the set, but knew what was expected of her. She stared at the man for a moment before Ron told her to put them on. Reluctantly she dropped her robe, dropped her panties, and put the bra and panties on with the man watching her. He had seen her before, but she couldn't help but blush. "Pretty?" he grinned once she had them on and she nodded. He took out the garments one at a time for her to try on. She would put on pants, a top, shorts, or whatever, he would check it, then have her take it off. She would have been happier if he gave her a top and bottom at the same time, but he didn't. At least she was wearing panties and a bra this time. Ron talked to him in French a bit, then turned to Jess. "He says you are petite and would look nice in a mini skirt. He wants to know how short you like them," he translated, then added, "You'll need something for Saturday day." The man opened his laptop and showed her a page with skirts. Jess looked at the page of skirts. "I love this one, but my mother would never let me wear something that short," she commented. "Your mother is 4000 miles away and, for the summer, I'm in charge of you. The question is not what your mother will let you wear, it's what you want to wear," he commented, then spoke to the clothier in French. The man pulled out another pair of panties and handed then to Jess. They were white cotton, but not "little girl" panties. The cotton was obviously a high grade as they almost felt like satin. They were bikini style, but had a full seat and looked like they fit low on her legs, not high cut at all. He started talking in French, then Ron translated. "He said they were Japanese style. Minis are popular among teens in Japan and they like short ones, short enough so, if they bend over, panties show slightly. He said to put the panties on." Jess sighed. She liked having something on. Even if it was just panties it covered her. She looked over at Ron and could tell by the look on his face she had no choice. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed them down, baring her pussy to both Ron and Jacques. She then took the new panties and pulled them on. As she did Jacques put the panties she had been wearing into a box, then turned to her adjusting the ones she just put on. "Nice?" he smiled once he had them adjusted to his satisfaction. Jess nodded. They didn't feel like the cotton panties she once wore. They were elastic, but didn't have the thin bands at her waist and legs. They just sort of hugged her body lightly, but firmly at the same time. The clothier then pulled a length of elastic from his case, tied it, and handed it to her. "Waist," he said as he indicated she should put it at her waist. Jess pulled the elastic on and set it at her waist having no idea what he was doing. He then pulled some material out of his case, turned her so her back was to him, and tucked the material into the band at her waist. He manipulated the material by gathering it at the waist and Jess noticed it was like a half skirt covering her ass. The clothier pushed on her back and said, "Bend." She bent over, but he said, "No," then indicated for her to watch him. He bent over, but kept his back straight, and pointed that out to her. "Bend," he repeated and she bent over as he did. He seemed to adjust the material a little, then said, "Up." She stood up and he again adjusted the material more. "Bend," he told her. He said something to Rod in French. Rod moved behind her, the clothier told Jess to bend again, then said more to Ron. "Up," he said again and she stood up. He seemed to take some measurements, then pulled the material away. Ron once more had a brief conversation with him and he pulled up a page on his laptop. Ron translated what the clothier had said. "He says to pick out a gown. Go through the page. If you see something you like, click on the picture and it will show more pictures of the gown from different angles." Jess scrolled through the pictures, clicking on some to see the other angles, but none really struck her although all were elegant. Near the bottom was one she did like. It looked like a satin material. It was floor length, flowing, with almost a halter top and a very low back. "You like this one?" she asked Ron and he nodded. "Tell him this one then," she smiled. He took control of the laptop and brought up a new page showing the gown, but at the bottom was different colored boxes. He looked at her, clicked a box making the dress change to that color, and showed it to Jess. She realized he was showing her the colors the dress came in and studied each one. She narrowed the colors down to two, a light blue and a dark green. "Which do you like better?" Jess asked Ron. "With your dark hair I think the light blue might look better, but get what you want," he answered. Jess thought for a moment, then pointed out the light blue to Jacques. He smiled and nodded, making a few notes in his notepad. He then proceeded to unpack the boxes having Jess try on each item and, as before, one at a time so she was wearing the item and either panties or her bra exposed with each item. The last items he pulled out was a pair of shorts, which were a drab tan color and baggy. Jess looked in the mirror and stated, "They are ugly! I'm not wearing them!" "They are for the jungle. Fashion isn't important there, functionality is. They have many pockets and clips. Those, and the matching shirt, are perfect for you in the field. You can dress up everywhere but in the jungle," he explained. Jess pouted, but nodded in agreement, although she still thought they were ugly. Chapter 3 Jess woke up on her own the next morning. She dressed in one of her new short sets and walked into the kitchen to find Ron making coffee. "Morning," she grinned. "We're going to Paris tomorrow?" Yes. This afternoon the rest of your clothes will arrive. We go to Paris in the morning tomorrow. We have the rest of the day free. Saturday morning and afternoon I have meetings. You will go and partake in the planned activities for guests. Saturday night is a formal dinner and dance. Sunday we head out," he explained as he poured the coffee. "We go to Africa directly from Paris? I need to pack and stuff. There's so much to do!" Jess gasped. They chatted as they ate breakfast. Jess still felt she was almost overwhelmed with all the preparation. "I have a lot to do, but you don't really. You do need to pack, but that isn't a big deal. I told you before, all your needs will be taken care of," he smiled. "Pack your Paris things separate from the Africa things. Our clothes that we don't need will be brought back here. We'll be in Africa for a month, come back here for a week, then back to Africa for another month. I think there will be another conference, this time in Rome, in about 6 weeks, but our things will be brought there for us. We will only be in Rome for about 2 days. We'll go to Rome, the conference will be the next day, then we will be back in Africa the following day." "I better get started packing!" she shouted as she jumped up and ran to her room. She looked at the still packed boxes and decided she needed to get organized first. Methodically she unpacked each box and placed the contents of each into her drawers. After an hour she had all the boxes unpacked. She then began the monumental task of picking out what would be brought where. Jess started with what she would need in Paris. She remembered her gown and the outfit she would wear Saturday during the day would be coming that afternoon. She chose what she would wear on the trip to Paris and set it aside. She then chose an outfit to wear on the trip to Africa. Jess had 12 pairs of panties. She chose a pair to wear to Paris, the ones she had been told were for her Saturday outfit, chose a pair for Saturday night, and a pair to wear to Africa. The rest she put in her “Africa” pile. Ron opened her door. "The clothier is here to fit you," Jess had completely lost track of time. She rushed out, anxious to see her new outfits. The clothier had a new girl with him. She looked maybe 20 or so and had a sewing machine set up. There was also a three way mirror, like the ones in clothing shops set up. "You are Miss Jessica?" the girl asked. Jess nodded and smiled. "I am Monica. I am a seamstress for Mr. Jacques. I also speak English, so he has asked me to translate for him. It that OK?" she asked and Jess nodded. The clothier spoke in French and Monica translated. "He said to change into the special panties he brought for you yesterday and to also put on the plain white brazier. Do you know what he is talking about?" "Yes. I'll be right back," Jess answered and walked into her room. She had set aside the panties, but had to look through the Africa things to find the bra. Once finding them, she stripped down, put on the requested bra and panties, threw on her robe, and went back into the living room. "All set," she grinned. Jacques opened the box he had brought and pulled out a white blouse with dark blue trim and cap sleeves and offered it to Jess. She took it and, knowing what was expected, took off her robe and put the blouse on. It came down to her waist. The clothier adjusted it, pulling and tugging a bit, leaned back looking at it, then asked, "Good?" as he pointed to the mirror he had set up. Jess walked to the mirror and looked at herself. The blouse was perfectly fitted, but looked a little like something a girl much younger would wear, but answered, "Yes, good," as she walked back to her position in front of the clothier. He reached into the box and pulled out a skirt that matched the trim on the blouse. "Pins" he said, pointing out the pins holding the hem of the skirt. "Wait," he then said and reached into the box and pulled out a pair of white ankle socks and a pair of white sneakers trimmed in the same blue as the skirt. He held them out to Jess indicating she should put them on. She looked at the socks and almost laughed. She hadn't worn ankle socks in years and looked over at Ron, who had been sitting in a chair watching. He motioned with his hand telling her he wanted her to put them on. Reluctantly Jess squatted down and put the socks and sneakers on. The clothier held the skirt out for her to step into it. The skirt was solid blue and very ruffled. Jess stepped into the skirt and the clothier pulled it up for her, then fastened the waistband. "Pins," he repeated, warning her again, then pointed to the mirror. As she walked to the mirror, he spoke in French to Monica. She translated for him. "He said Japanese girls love wearing mini skirts. This outfit would be very common in Japan. The skirt is very short and sometimes your panties might show. In Japan, it is considered sexy, of course, but also cute, as long as the panties are conservative, like these are. You shouldn't try to show your panties, but if they accidentally show it is fine." The clothier said more and she again translated. "He wasn't sure how short to make the skirt, so he just pinned it. If you want it shorter on longer he will adjust it." He said something else and Monica translated. "He said to look in the mirror at it. Try bending over. Your panties will show. If too much shows for you he will make the skirt longer." Jess looked in the mirror and was surprised at how cute the whole outfit looked. She was also surprised at how short the skirt was. She had shorts that weren't much shorted. As instructed, she turned around and bent over. The skirt rose up so that the bottom of her panties showed all the way to the top of her legs. The clothier said something in French to Ron and he answered in French. Jess liked the short skirt, but it was a bit too short. She held up her thumb and finger indicating about an inch. The clothier said something in French and Monica translated. "He agrees. Do you like it though?" "Yes! I love it!" Jess gushed. It also was something of a rebellion to her. Her mother would never let her wear something as short. The clothier helped her out of the skirt, then spent a few minutes repining it before helping her put it back on. Jess looked in the mirror again. It didn't look much longer at all, but when she bent over, only a bit of her panties showed at the crotch and even then she didn't think it was that noticeable. She smiled, then looked over at Ron for his approval. He nodded. She watched as the clothier took the gown out of the box. The material was exquisite! He checked the top seam of the skirt part, pointing out that it too was only pinned. He then pulled out two pictures of the dress and pointed at the top part. In one picture the top was all the way across the bottom part. On the other picture there was a space between the two pieces and skin showed between them. She looked at the two pictures, then he took them and handed them to Ron, evidently explaining the difference to him. "Done," Monica announced and handed the skirt to the clothier. He checked the hem, then handed the skirt to Jess, saying something to Monica in French. "He wants you to try it on again, then look at it in the mirror and test it," she translated. Jess walked to the mirror and looked at her reflection. She had wanted it longer, but he made it shorter. Jess didn't want to admit to her mistake, so said nothing. The clothier turned her around, then had her bend over again. He was kneeling down and Jess knew his eyes were staring at her panties. He adjusted the skirt some, then turned her, still bent over, so her back was toward Ron. He said something in French to Ron and he nodded. "Good?" he asked Jess and, still bent over, she nodded. "Off," he told her. She stood, the skirt dropped, and she stepped out of it. He then spoke to Monica and she reached out for the skirt. "He wanted me to point out to you there are two zippers, one on each side. This one is to put the skirt on or off. This one (turning the skirt) is actually a pocket for you to carry a few things," Monica explained. She handed the skirt to Jacques, he put it in the box, then handed her the two pictures as he spoke in French. "He wants to know what style you like best," Monica said to Jess as she handed her the pictures. Jess looked at the pictures. She really didn't like the one with the belly covered as the top crossed as it went to the neck. She liked the simpler look of the one that came straight up from the waist of the skirt, but it made it look like two pieces of material coming off the bottom like an afterthought. Jess held up the picture of the fuller top. "Monica, can you ask him if he can change the top so it kinda looks like a deep V-neck, but the sides are like this one?" "Oh yes, I know what you mean," Monica smiled, then turned to Jacques and started talking in French. The clothier had the top of the gown removed and took the bottom and held it open in front of Jess while he spoke in French. "He wants you to put the gown on, then show him how low you want the V," she translated. He pulled it up and Monica explained that it would look strange with no top, but not to worry, he just needed to know where the bottom of the V would be. The gown bottom snugged her hips. He then hooked his finger into the front center and pulled down to her slit, then moved his finger to different levels between her belly button and slit. He then pointed to her placing her finger at the top center. "How low should I have it?" Jess asked Ron and he shrugged. Jess turned to the mirror and tried different places. Too low looked too slutty, but she also wanted it to be daring. She pulled it down just below her bellybutton. "Is this OK?" she asked Ron and he nodded. She turned toward the clothier, still holding the front down. He put his finger where hers was and she pulled her hand away. He took a couple of pins and marked the spot, then helped her take the gown off again. It wasn't long before the clothier pulled out a pair of heels, handing them to her. She put them on and when she stood up he was kneeling, holding the dress open for her. Jess stepped into it and he pulled it up, then took the top and tied it behind her neck. He adjusted the gown, even putting his fingers into the top touching her bra as he adjusted the top. That served to make her nips even harder. He pointed to the mirror and she turned, walked over to it, and admired the dress. It was exquisite! ...more than she imagined. Not only was it beautiful, it looked and made her feel sexy. She turned to Ron and he was smiling in approval. The clothier helped her take off the dress, then he handed her the robe she had been wearing. She put it on as they packed their things, leaving the box with the outfits in it. Ron picked up the box and handed it to Jess. "Put this in your room," he told her. As she left he spoke to Jacques in French. Jess heard the door close, then Ron called out, "I'm going in the hot tub. Want to join me?" Chapter 4 Jess dropped the box off in her room, then walked through the kitchen to the deck grabbing a towel as she did. Ron was just dropping his underwear and she watched his nude body as he climbed into the tub. She dropped her towel and robe. "Would you be upset if I went in the hot tub naked?" Ron just shook his head. Jess reached around to the catch of her bra and undid it, letting it fall. She paused, not sure if she wanted to take her panties off or not. The agony of the decision was killing her. In one swift motion she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, ending her decision making. Quickly she stepped into the hot tub keeping her back to Ron and only spun around as she was sitting down. "You just about all packed? ...except for your new outfits, of course," he asked and she nodded. He watched her turn and sit down. Her breasts were still above water, but the water splashed onto them. She noticed him looking, but only smiled. By this point she was still embarrassed with him seeing her naked, but he had already seen her before, so it wasn't the first time. Jess would never admit it, but she liked him seeing her. They sat and relaxed for a while, neither saying anything. "Why don't you dry off, go to your room and get dressed, then finish packing. I'll start dinner. When you're packed, let me know and I'll check it over," he suggested. Jess climbed out of the tub. She picked up her towel and began drying off as he watched her. "It's embarrassing to have you look at me naked," she said, even though it excited her. "Get used to it. I've told you it will happen a lot over the next two months," he explained. "Besides, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You're quite pretty," he added. His compliment made her smile. She finished drying off, then picked up her robe and underwear, not bothering to put it on, and headed for her bedroom. Jess walked into her room and opened her underwear drawer. She forgot she had already pulled everything out of it to pack except for the "special panty" the clothier had brought her. Seeing it brought a smile to her face and she pulled it out. Feeling daring she put it on, then grabbed the shorts she was wearing earlier. This time she didn't bother with her bra. He'd seen her bare breasts many times already so if her nips poked out from her tee it wasn't a big deal. She began sorting and packing again. Every time she moved, the special panties moved as well, distracting her, and she had to stop to regain her concentration on packing. It wasn't a bad thing at all though. The sensations were wonderful. Jess hadn't finished packing when Ron called out telling her dinner was ready. As she walked to the kitchen the pearls rode back and forth in her slit making her smile. As they ate Ron noticed Jess fidgeting more than usual. They chatted a bit while eating and occasionally she would pause. He also noticed her face would slightly flush occasionally. While she was clearing the table she also seemed to adjust her shorts two or three times. "Come here," he told her and she walked over and stood in front of him. He reached out and grabbed the front of her shorts. As he did, she bent and jumped away from him. Unfortunately that resulted in her shorts being pulled down to her thighs, revealing what she was wearing under them. She reached down to pull her shorts back up, but he held them down. "Now I see why you were fidgeting so much. Like it?" he chuckled. Jess's face turned bright red, but she nodded. "Can I pull my shorts up now?" she begged, but he shook his head. "I'm almost naked though!" she gasped, both excited and horrified. "You're not naked," he smiled. "You still have a top on and something on the bottom too. I keep telling you to get used to me seeing you. It's going to be happening a lot. There's nothing to worry about or be embarrassed about. You're fine even if you are completely naked. In fact, why don't you just take your shorts off?" he explained. "Do I have to?" Jess sighed and he nodded. "OK," she muttered as she let her shorts drop. She blushed even though her pussy was wet because of it. "Let's go finish packing, shall we?" he suggested and the two walked into her bedroom. She had two suitcases out. One was packed neatly and the other mounded up. "What's this?" he questioned. "This one is for Paris and that one is for Africa," she replied. He looked through the Paris suitcase quickly. "This one is fine. You should have a backpack. Where is it?" he asked. She rummaged through the Africa pile and found the backpack, holding it up. "Good. Put one of your jungle shorts and a matching top into it," he ordered and she did. "Set the other short set aside and put a pair of panties with them – whatever pair you want to bring to Africa, and a pair of those white socks," he then ordered. She looked through her panties and held up a pair and he nodded. "Now put the other pair of white socks and another pair of panties in the backpack," he continued. She again held up panties for his approval before adding them and the socks to the backpack. "Now all you need to add is your toiletries and two nightgowns and your packed. The shorts, shirt, and panties are to wear going to Africa." "What if I want to wear something else? Am I supposed to wear the same thing every day? What about bras?" she gasped. "Remember what I told you? While we are in Africa, fashion doesn't matter, functionality does. You won't need any bras. You'll probably be more comfortable without one anyway," he explained. Jess started to open her mouth to say something, but he interrupted. "Functionality." "OK," she sighed. "We will have a week off back here in the middle. You can change clothes five or six times a day if you like. Don't stress over Africa. You'll be fine. There are no fashion police there," he grinned, making her smile. "Feel like watching something? ...a movie perhaps?" he suggested. She smiled and nodded, so he took her hand and led her into the living room. He opened a drawer showing her several DVDs and let her pick out one. Jess watched him set up the DVD and then sit down on the couch. She walked over and sat down next to him. The material of the couch reminded her she was almost naked. "I forgot I wasn't wearing anything except a top," she giggled. He made no comment and they began watching the movie. As they watched Jess's hips started moving slightly, just enough to move the pearls slightly in her slit. "I wish this place had air conditioning," she commented. The night was warm with not much of a breeze. "Take your top off," Ron suggested. "I can't! I'll be naked!" Jess gasped. Ron looked at her. "So? What haven't I already seen?" "Really?" she replied looking up at him. "I can't..." she repeated, but did pull her tee up to just below her breasts. The pearls in her slit were clouding her brain. She knew her nips were stiff and no doubt poking out her tee. Jess's hips continued to rock, dragging the pearls over her clit. "You really don't mind if I do?" she asked, looking for a little encouragement. He shook his head, but said nothing. Her mind began imagining him looking at her bare breasts. She liked the thought. Jess tried to think of all the reasons she shouldn't take her top off, but it wasn't working. "Go ahead if you want to," he muttered, not looking at her. As if she was in a trance, Jess reached for the bottom of her tee and lifted it over her head, tossing it beside her. She settled back down now completely naked, save the string around her hips and the pearls going between her legs and hidden in the folds of her pussy lips. It was somehow invigorating to be naked next to him; free. Jess rested her hand on Ron's far leg. She became aware he had an erection as she could feel it under her arm. As much as she wanted to touch it, she just couldn't find the courage. It did add to her excitement though – lots. Her hips began to move more, sliding the pearls across her now engorged and protruding clit.

Alice and Layla by anonenffan Alice on her Own (Chapter 3. Alice on her own) I keep looking at the clock. It’s like it’s stuck or something. As it reaches for the sky, it almost feels like it stops moving. The sun is long gone, and the shorter arm is leaning a little to the right. My heart is thumping away just looking at my walking shoes. There are some faint green stains on the bottom of each shoe, but they’re still up for my usual route. It doesn’t matter what that nagging clock says. When I look out the window, I keep thinking this should be easy. The trees do a little sway and a street lamp flickers with all the strength it has left. A distant hoot echoes through the night air, and nothing, not a soul answers back. I sink into my couch, the cuddly blanket hugging my thighs while I reach for my socks. The route runs through my head on repeat. To the park, to the trail, and to a tree. THE tree. My socks climb my ankles before I let a trembling leg back down. Impulsive fingers comb a few auburn locks from my eyes while I shake my head. She keeps telling me this is a piece of cake. That it’s fun. No crazier than anything else we usually do. There IS a difference here, though. A huge difference. It’s not like she’s outplaying me or outsmarting me. While I shove one of my feet into some footwear, something keeps vibrating in my dizzy head. She’s not here. I stand up and look at the mirror. A button-down white shirt hugs my shoulders, offering much to the imagination. That is, until I look for shapes, pressing under the thin fabric. I can feel my face warm up while I see hints of pink try to punch through the white. My skirt is a lot more opaque, flying red flannel from my hips to a little above my knees. Socks take over concealing skin at my ankles. One more look at the clock and the long arm is getting lazy. I keep telling myself this will be easy, but it’s just not the right voice to push me. I take a deep breath while looking at my front door. My pulse is in my ears thumping like an earthquake, while I remind myself I have a plan B. She’s just not in on it because this is for me. I make way to the door, adjusting my hair and checking my buttons. Nothing’s jingling in my pockets while I stare down the deadbolt. The heavy black metal looked so imposing, but the brass knob below it was what flooded me with hot adrenaline. Once I’m past this door, I have to go for this. But it’s easy, right? I planned this out, it’s late so I shouldn’t see anyone, it isn’t that far, I’m still clothed, and I have plan B. One… two… three…! I grip the doorknob and freeze. My face is hot by this point, while little pictures of trouble flash through my mind. No… I want to do this. This should work, I am not going to fail. I twist that doorknob, flick the little lock up and look out into the world. One green-stained shoe finds my doormat, then it’s twin follows. The sound of my door shutting behind me echoes like thunder, shaking the world and warning me to get inside. But my doorknob is resistant. I’ve sealed my fate, and I have to do this now. I have to go to the park. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. When I exhale, I ball my hands into fists and raise one foot. Then I jolt around and wrestle with the doorknob. What am I thinking!? I twist, turn, and claw at it, but it’s no good. All I’m really doing is letting my palms slip around. No matter what I do, I can’t make the lock surrender. After all the shoving and pulling, my shoulders slip. This is really happening. I’m really locked out of my house. ‘I can do this. I can do this. It’s easy.’ My face is still bearing warm pink to the world, while my heart is pushing its limits, but I still nod to myself. Shaking legs carry me down my driveway, past my little car, and to the sidewalk. The air feels a little thick, but it’s by no means oppressive. Just a little warmer than I usually like, despite the sun’s absence. I could be a little more comfortable in a lighter shirt but… I didn’t really think about that on my way out the door. A breeze starts to push its way through, disrupting my hair. A little sigh escapes me, and I actually smile a little. It feels like a warm hug in a way, washing over me and welcoming me outside. Not too hot, not too cold, just pure comfort as it flutters my button-down and my skirt. MY SKIRT!? My eyes widen as I grip the red garment, forcing it to stay at my thighs. I shiver and look around me as the wind passes through. I’m looking at doors, windows, anywhere with lights on. Every house near me is out. There’s no way the old lady that lives next door is up at this hour. I can’t see anything going on with the other side either. That guy might be up, but he always seemed like a basement guy to me. What I can see is that his porch and living room lights are off. The breeze dies down and I relax my fingers. I’m safe for now. I start my journey down the sidewalk, across the street, and under the flickering light. It always makes an odd buzz, I’m not sure why. I rarely see anyone work on it. I’m looking over the grey metal, trying not to think about what I’m doing. From the lamp post, I look back at my house and my immediate neighbors. My mind isn’t going anywhere. I was just in that spot, and I let the wind play with my skirt. What if my neighbors saw? But… they didn’t. At least one is sleeping like a rock, the other is, at worst, distracted. There was no way they could know I’m outside. Even then… I might be hard to see from that angle. They probably aren’t even able to tell. A little smile grows on my face and I can’t help but giggle. I think I’m getting away with this! There’s nothing to be afraid of, not with all my planning. And my heart is still racing, I’m still curling my toes in my shoes. Just when I’m about to keep moving towards the park, I hear a louder buzz. Then, darkness and silence. I look up, and it seems like the veteran light gave up. Aside from the odd owl hoot, I’m still alone and even harder to see. My head jumps and I feel my blush turn up. Then my front teeth start to sink into the back of my lower lip. I turn away from the houses, with my hands forming fists. The neighborhood’s dead, right? A blanket of darkness is hiding me and there’s no sign of life from any house close enough. ‘If they didn’t see me then…’ I take another deep breath as a little smile carves its way through my blush. My fingertips trace my skirt, dancing over the back of my thighs. They grip the hemline and my eyes slam shut while adrenaline floods my body. I lift the back of my skirt so I can show the moon my own, without a single thread hiding my backside. ‘One… two…’ I’m trembling too much. Then I hear a buzzing and the light comes back. A little yelp escapes me while the light chases my cover away. I force the skirt back down and face the houses. My face is hot while I shiver. I don’t know if anyone can see me, and I don’t want to find out. I take off, running down the sidewalk, one hand on the front of my skirt, the other on the back. Once I reach the corner, I stop, holding myself against a fence. It’s everything I can do to stand up, my legs feel like jello, and I could just fall at any moment. I did that though. I flashed my neighbors. I allowed curves, hidden from the world on any other day, to greet the evening air. Nobody saw me either. That little moment of madness went unpunished and I knew it. Another giggle got away and I had to stop myself. I’m less familiar with the houses down the street. But I can see the porch lights are on. My hands are floating near the skirt again, but there’s a TV glow coming from one of the windows. I shake my head and just catch my breath. I need more control than this. I turn the corner and keep moving. My legs are heavy, like wet sacks of cement. I’m not sure if it’s because of all the running I did, or if it’s because I’m so excited. No, nervous. I’m nervous right? Maybe they’re the same thing at this point. It isn’t long before I reach the park. I come here all the time. All I have to do is follow the bike path to where the woods turn dense. I still don’t see a soul though. It may as well be my park. Far enough from the houses to hide any detail worth looking at. I look down at my clothes, and they’re still in place, hiding my body from the world. The top few buttons of my shirt are straining to contain my chest. My toes curl as I glance in every direction. I’m still safe, right? Maybe I can go a little further. I take a breath, tightening the fabric around the buttons. After making absolutely sure that I’m alone, my fingers find their way to the buttons, relieving them of their duty. Every button slipping into freedom creates a V shape. Smooth, soft cleavage comes out to greet the evening air. I stop after three buttons, and of all things… I’m smiling at myself. I’m outside, showing skin that I would only dare to do in the privacy of a shower. And this is all without someone else pushing me. My heart is racing, but the all-out rush I’m getting makes me feel warm all over. It’s only getting later, and the odds of me being alone are only getting better. I take a glance at the path, leading into some dense woods. The key to my house is waiting among those trees, but I just can’t see a reason to hurry. Instead, I start wandering the rolling hills of the park, towards some colorful bars and swings. I don’t think I’ve been to this playground in years. At least, I haven’t been here to play since I was ten. I’d have never thought I’d come back here in the middle of the night, dressed like this. But there I was, fueled by raw adrenaline and barely dressed. Another giggle gets by as I glance over the jungle gym, the swing set, and even a slide. I’m not so sure about the slide, but the swing set might be fun. I try to imagine myself on the swing, flowing back and forth, my skirt fluttering and sharing my secrets with the world. With another look at distant houses void of light, I bite my lip. I approach the swingset and try to tuck the back of my skirt between my thighs. Kids play on these, I have to draw a line somewhere, but naughty nostalgia is still in control. With the skirt separating my bottom from the rubber, I take a seat and start pushing backwards. The wind runs through my hair, making it scatter and fly. The air sneaks into the openings of my shirt and washes over my body, cooling it, but also tightening the skin around my chest. My clumsy legs stay together for the swinging motion but the front of my skirt isn’t pinned down by anything. Pure momentum and evening air push the front of the red and black fabric, lifting and rolling, bringing more thigh into view. Hot blush coats my face, as I swing and push for maximum height. As the speed climbs, inner thigh starts peeking out. I grip the swings wearing a scrambled smile, swinging my legs with all my might. Just an extra inch. If I can get that extra inch, the skirt will be useless. My heart is racing. It’s thumping hard I think I might fall apart. And I know it’s not just because of my swinging. My teeth grit together while I take a mile. Just before the apex of my next swing, I let go. While the momentum launches me, the air picks up my skirt. All of my secrets greet the night air, with full thighs coming into view, and a bouncing backside free of fabric. I land and the skirt falls back into place. The adrenaline flood turns my legs into jelly while I almost stumble into woodchips. It takes me a full minute to catch my breath, while I watch the swing sway back to its resting point. There’s no stopping the giggle that gets out of me. Every inch of my skin is buzzing after that. Here I am with barely any clothes on, a long walk from easy access to other clothes, and I’m having the time of my life. I stumble my way over to the jungle gym, shifting some of my weight to the cool metal bars. Further away, those houses still don’t have so much as a porch light on. There’s no way to tell what time it is, but I’m only getting deeper into the night. More likely to be alone, and more likely to embrace my freedom. As my nerves reassemble themselves, I take a look at the jungle gym. Its bright red bars form a dome shape, and it’s a little bit shorter than I am. I haven’t climbed this thing in years, and I thought it towered over everything when I was ten. I set a foot on the lowest bar, pressing and almost lifting. A hum rumbles in my throat when I set it back down. One more look at the houses as my teeth sink into my lips. Toes curl and my heart starts racing. My knees wobble into each other, while a smile fights its way into view. I walk along the jungle gym until it’s between me and the houses. She might make me do something like this, but I want to do it. Still, my chest feels tight while my thumb hovers near the buttons of my skirt. If that skirt goes down, then my little game won’t be so little anymore. I won’t be able to hide what I’m doing. Still, I don’t see any lights among the houses, and it won’t be like I can’t get to the skirt. My thumb applies pressure, pushing, and pulling. The tiny snap is more like a gunshot the way it makes my heart race. The loose fabric clings to my thighs, every fiber dragging itself over my skin as I push on it. It flutters to the ground, and I have to hold onto the jungle gym for balance again. My face feels hot. Burning hot. I squeeze my thighs together and place a hand over the gentle incline. A thin breeze passes over me and slips in under my shirt. It’s the only thing separating me from going too far. All of my strength goes into holding onto the jungle gym and pulling myself around it, going further from the skirt and further from cover. I’m really doing this though. I’m putting something between me and half of my clothing. I ball my hands into shivering fists as I look for lights one more time. The only difference between now and one eternity ago, is that I have a little challenge in front of me. It’s either a hiccup in common sense or a masterpiece from adrenaline. Part of me knows it’s the former, but I want to climb the latter. I grip the metal bars, hook a foot into one of the lower bars, and left solid ground. My legs wobble like gelatin as I beg them for strength. Two steps off the ground and I think my body temperature is climbing faster than I am. Still, I gain height and with it, a better view of the park. Not just the playground, but the rolling hills, the water fountain, the public restroom, and the winding walking path that leads to the treeline. A less brave me would be on that path right now. Instead, I take some careful movements, and my feet find metal bars in the interior of the jungle gym. Goosebumps tighten all over the back of my arms as I balance myself, sitting atop the jungle gym. The metal is a little colder than I expect, spreading those tiny bumps of tight skin all over my legs. It’s not a comfortable seat by any means, it’s just a small piece of metal just above my thighs. Still, my heart is racing and I feel alive. I steal one more glance behind me at the lifeless world, before looking back down. My legs have a playful little swing to them now. They settle on the metal bars as I nibble my lip again. After a little hesitation, my shirt was one button looser. There’s three left holding the front shut, but they’re unable to hide what I’m doing. I admire the moon for a few more minutes, letting my legs do little kicks in freedom. Then I plant them on some of the interior bars and resume my little challenge. I shift my weight, judging my grip, and turning. The best way is probably for me to turn over and climb backward. I’m looking at those distant houses now, giggling at the thought that nobody knows what I’m up to. That is until I happen to spot a light on. Wait, a light!? I freeze up for a second, thinking that I’m in trouble. If someone’s seeing me, then I have to start moving. My foot lips on one bar, the shoe giving an ear-splitting squeak as it fumbles for traction. A little breeze tickles my exposed half, tempting the tender skin as I struggle for focus. When my shoes touch wood chips, weight bends my unprepared wobbly knees. I stumble as I run for the slide, my shirt shifting around, struggling to contain my chest. The slide will work, it’s the only thing here wide enough to hide behind in some meaningful way. Once I’m behind it, I hold myself against the steps for balance and try to catch my breath. Lights were on. There was a chance somebody saw me. They would have seen my butt. They might have even seen me climbing. The thought sent a little buzz through me. A hot bubbly feeling in the bit of my stomach. I could only hear myself breathe as I looked down at all the skin I had on show. My skirt is still at the jungle gym! I hiss a four-letter word and peek my head out from behind the slide. That light is still on. I can’t tell if anyone’s at the window, but I’m certain they know something’s up. Why else would someone be up at… probably Two AM? If I can’t get my skirt back, then I have to go down the walking path without it. A hand slips between my thighs for what little hiding I can provide myself. That’s when I notice the heat. My body isn’t calming down at all. A finger gives the gentlest pet it can, and that bubbly feeling runs down my stomach. I shake my head, looking at the light, and then at my skirt. Maybe… I should go for it. I have to be fast, but if I can pull this off, it won’t matter. A deep breath swells its way into my lungs, and I take aim. There’s no blood in my veins. It’s just straight adrenaline as I burst from the slide with all my athleticism, targeting a nearby tree away from the playground. I flee to the interior of the park, slipping into what little cover the darkness can offer. I’m bottomless. I’m bottomless. I’m bottomless. A squeal escapes me as I bolt around a tree. I’m not sure if I’m terrified or excited. A little bit of tree bark digs into my butt. It’s dry, rough, and unusual to my more intimate skin. Just another reminder in case I forget that I’m bottomless. It’s still quiet and dark in most of the park. Lights buzz away over the walking path, and there’s a faint glow of moonlight over anything else. I keep trying to look behind me in case somebody is looking for a half-dressed girl. The house is out of view so I should be okay… I hope. One long sigh escapes me, followed by a giggle. I’m getting away with this. Each minute that passes makes me a little safer. People jog in this park all the time, but not at this hour. Even still, my heart is flying, I just need a little rest. The park benches are too well lit up for me despite how my luck is holding. Instead, I drag myself from the tree to a little hill. I keep my hands at my sides, trying not to think how a subtle breeze can lick me. Once I’m on top of the hill, a smile slips out of my blush and I sit down. The soft grass tickles my naked half. I think I’m safe if I keep low so… I lay down, embracing the sky. My legs part, letting my kitty meet the moon. I let out a long sigh as I take the weight off my legs. I feel so free as the ambiance of crickets and owls lull to me. My blush is even cooling as I lie atop the hill. The stars twinkle at me, offering nothing but a peaceful sight. There isn’t even a cloud to drift in front of the sky. I notice a few lights packed together, moving past the others. Probably a passenger jet, thousands of feet up. Everyone on that plane is way too far away to make out any details, like how a half-naked girl is lounging outside. I nibble my lip as my cheeks bubble up again. Seconds later, I spread my legs, fully bearing my smooth womanhood to the sky above me. They’ll never know. My heart flutters away as I start petting my treasure. Despite gliding like a feather, my finger still forces me to gasp and curl my toes. People are in my line of sight while I’m touching myself. The other hand lets its fingers dance on my midriff before attacking the remaining buttons. They slip away, one by one until the thin fabric slips off my chest. Another sigh escapes me. I’m nearly as nude as the sky, teasing myself while a distant plane glides by. I pull my hands away from my intimates when the plane leaves my view. All I want to do is hum and lounge around. My body is tingling all over as I spread out as much as I can. The shirt is hiding little but my shoulders. The tips of my humble breasts feel so tight and firm, and my legs feel so soft and warm. My hands caress my stomach as I keep nibbling my lip. They inch lower to my waist as I check the path. I HAVE to be alone before I let go. Then I hear a click. I blink and try to find the source. A chill starts raining on my exposed form, raining down and soaking me and what little clothing I have left. “Ah!” I raise my hands to shield my face, scrambling to my feet. It’s torrenting around me, soaking my shirt and my footwear. I’m trying to feel out where the water is coming from, but it seems like it’s everywhere. My footing slips and I fall, tumbling down the now wet hill. Grass is poking and grazing me in ways I’ve never felt before as I try to protect my face. Once I’m back on flat ground, the rain seems to be gone too. I look up at the top of the hill, seeing the ring of sprinklers still throwing rain. I shake my head and wipe away a few grass blades stuck to my legs. My clothes are soaked now, the socks feel soggy and heavy, while my shirt clings to my skin. It takes me a minute to catch my breath and get back up. I hold my shirt shut, though it’s doing very little for me now. The rosey buds are almost glowing through, and my tanning work is hard to ignore. A few grass blades are proving stubborn, clinging to my legs. Another giggle gets away as I try to wipe those little green specs. I can’t believe I forgot about those sprinklers. They look amazing when the sun gets behind them in the morning. I twist and see even more pesky grass blades. I look back up to the hill and see the sprinklers still hard at work. My heart thumps a few times as I take another look around the park. The Two AM park is still the Two AM park as far as I can tell. I can feel my knees buckle in as I arch my back. My smile refuses to hide as I start peeling the shirt from my skin. As I hang it from a tree branch to dry, my pulse slams in my ears. I’m indecent. I’m undressed. I’m exposed. I’m naked. My shoes fall aside at the base of the tree, while my socks hang by my shirt. May as well go all the way at this point. I wiggle my toes in newfound freedom as my forearm crosses my chest. Another slips between my thighs. I’ve never been to this point on my own before. Before fear drags reason back, I start running back up the hill, into the rain of sprinklers. The wind whips over every inch of skin on my body before the cool, crisp water follows. My “shower” begins with me bringing my legs closer to the head of one of the sprinklers, blasting those little grass blades off. Shivers run through me, and I can’t tell if it’s due to nervousness or the cool water. Either way, I feel vulnerable and exposed… but I can’t stop smiling. It isn’t long before I turn, bringing my butt over the spray. My hand clasps over my mouth as cool water sprays everything between my legs. I’m on top of a hill, completely naked and letting a sprinkler blast my intimates. I can’t bring myself to run back to my clothes. Another giggle tells me what I’ve known deep down; I’m having fun. I change my stance and let the sprinklers spray my naked body in every way they can. My hair is probably a mess, and I’m soaked from head to toe, but the rush I’m feeling can’t be beat. Covering hands start squeezing and a hum soon follows. Maybe… there’s one more thing I can do. It’s not like my clothes are going anywhere with that confused jogger by the tree. WAIT, WHAT!? Down at the bottom of the hill near the tree, stood another girl dressed in a tank top and some boy shorts. Short black hair and lean athletic body, she digs her fingertips into the top of her head as she looks at my dangling wet shirt. She has no idea that the shirt’s owner is nearby. Color drains from my face and gentle hands start giving tenacious grips. The first thing I do is turn and sprint to another tree. I cover myself as best I can, feeling the wind cut into my cold, wet form. Adrenaline floods me again as I become truly trapped, naked, and unable to reach any of my clothes. I can’t help but shiver as I peek around the tree, seeing that same jogger plucking my clothes from the tree. No no no no no no! What am I going to do? No socks or shoes means I can’t run as fast. No shirt means I can’t hide any part of my body! How do I get anything back? I can’t just go up and ask her. She takes my shirt and shakes it, throwing a few droplets of water away. There’s an odd smirk on her face as she tries to fold it. Then she stuffed the socks into the shoes and put them in a little pile. From what I can see, she doesn’t have a bag or anything. Just leave them there. Please, just leave them there! Instead of hearing my silent prayers, she lets out an odd chuckle and looks at the hill where I “showered.” Then she takes the little pile of clothing and starts walking towards the playground. My heart sinks as my slim chance at redressing slips between my fingers. Can I do the rest of tonight naked? Somebody else is in the park now, I’m not as safe as I thought I was. A shiver runs through me, rattling my naked figure before I shake my head. Maybe I can get my skirt back. Wait… that’s where she’s going! I try to steel my nerves despite my many struggles throughout the night and break from the safety of the tree. She’ll drop them on a bench, I’ll snag everything, redress, and go grab my key. Everything will be fine. My heart is thumping in my ears as I stay off the path, covering myself in the best way my hands can. When I return to the playground, I see her bending down by the jungle gym. The red and black fabric in her hands flutters in the wind before joining the armful of my clothing. No! She’s got everything! I can’t get dressed at all anymore! My knees wobble, refusing to run as I lose my footing. She turns around at the soft thump, and we make wide-eyed contact. “Whoa!” She shouts. “A-ah!” I squeak, scrambling to my feet. She sees me! I’m being seen! Eyes are on my naked body! My heart is racing, my womanhood is quivering, and I’m screaming at myself to run. I wrap my arm around my chest and shove a hand between my legs as I take off. “Hey, wait,” the distant voice follows me. My legs ache as I struggle to keep upright, running as fast as I can. I have to get to the woods, there’s no other choice. The wind whips over my body, reminding me that I’m nude. That everything I left my house with is in that other girl’s hands. “Yo, wait up!” came another shout. She’s following me! I turn my head, and see her, holding all my clothes and quickly gaining ground. Rough pavement slaps my feet while the rubber of her shoes propels her forward. My assets are free to bounce and jiggle, while her balanced figure eats more of the gap. She’s going to catch me! I get off the pavement of the path and sprint on the more forgiving grass. It’s easier on my feet, but there’s no improvement in traction. I can see the woods. Somehow I have to lose her, it’s my only chance. I grit my teeth and push as I run down a slight decline among the hills. That’s when I find more wet grass. My weight shifts too far forward and I tumble face-first into the grass. Every little blade pokes me, while my trip turns to a roll. When I reach the bottom of the little hill, my hair is scattered all over my face and all I can do is breathe. The shoes on the come in closer. I’m finished. The other girl pants for a moment before walking up to me. I brace myself and crush my eyes. She’s going to call me what I am. A pervert. A degenerate. Maybe even a criminal. If I try to run again, she’s going to catch me. Shivers start to run through me as I tremble again. “Are you alright?” came her voice. I open one eye, seeing the jogger standing above me. One eyebrow climbs above the other, with an odd curve to her lip. She blinks at me, and there’s a tiny blush of her own. “W-what?” “Did you like, twist your ankle or something? That fall looked pretty wild.” She points to my leg. “O-oh…” I gulp and try to lift my leg. The muscle aches from all the running, but otherwise, it doesn’t hurt. My other leg lifts, and there’s little trouble. “I… I think I’m fine… th-thanks?” The girl puts a hand over her mouth to hold down a laugh. “Okay, I just wanna be sure though. Maybe put a little weight on each of them?” I take a breath and press my hands to the ground to regain some footing. My calves complain as they bare my body again, but they’re still up to the task. I press my thighs together and wrap my arms around my chest. I take another look at her and gulp. “I’m… I’m okay… really.” “Alright, alright. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt. You can take a breather if you want.” She waves her hand as if presenting the ground. I hold my stance for a moment but in the end, a little rest sounds nice. Back on the ground, she crosses her legs and sits by me. “By the way… are these by any chance… yours?” She had a little smirk, pointing to the smile pile of clothing. I blush at the sight of my own clothing. I can only imagine what she’s thinking. As I sit there, clinging to myself, I barely manage to nod. She giggles. “I thought I saw someone at the playground earlier! That was you, right? You climbed the jungle gym, didn’t you?” A shiver runs through me. “P-please don’t tell anyone! I wasn’t… I just… I…” Explanations fall apart faster than they can form. I’m not naked by accident. “Hey, chill. You’re doing this at…” she taps a little watch or a Fitbit on her wrist. “Three AM, not PM. There’s a difference.” I gulp. “So… you’re not going to call anyone?” “Well you’re out doing this for fun, right? Nobody’s forcing you to run around like that?” I shake my head. “N-no… nothing like that. You’re the first person I’ve seen all night…” “So you ARE doing this for fun?” She adds with a sly grin. My cheeks heat up and I squirm. I can feel my heart resume its heavy pumping. “Th-that’s not what I said!“ “Oh, well if you’re in trouble, I’ll just call someone to help you out.” She says, reaching to the armband holding her phone. “W-Wait!” I gasp, throwing a hand out. It recoils to cover my vulnerable form before charging at her little device again. “P-please, I’m… I’m not in trouble.” She nibbles her tongue but fails to contain that smirk. I’m no stranger to that smirk, but I’m still on edge when a stranger gives it to me. It’s a mean little curl of the lip. “Oh? So if you’re not in trouble then…?” She rolls her hand at me. I take a heavy sigh and look to the ground. My face is burning hot. She has my clothes, and a way to get me in a lot of trouble. The truth feels like fuel for the fire, but I’m trapped otherwise. “I’m… doing this for fun.” The phone slips back into the arm holder. She giggles, “I knew it!” I can only look at the grass now. Not only can she see my body, she knows my intentions. Maybe I can just tunnel into a hole and escape the world before anyone else sees. “Well, you got some pretty good weather for this.” She nods, her eyes look over me. I bite my lip and squeeze myself for what good it would do. “Have you ever done this during the day?” I’m stunned for a second, before shaking my head. “N-no… that would be crazy… wouldn’t it?” I clear my throat. Here I am, pretending I’m experienced. “It’s… you know… brighter outside. Because of the sun. Sunlight. The… um… the sun would make it harder to hide.” She chuckles and climbs to her feet. “Doesn’t look like you hide much from the sun.” The girl winks at me and starts stretching her legs. “What’s your secret? Tall backyard fence? Private booth? You don’t seem brave enough for a nude beach.” I blink. “S-Secret? What do you mean?” “Your tan,” she gestures towards my hips. “I can’t see any tan lines. It’s like perfect. Takes a lot of work to get it that smooth.” I look over my own body, at least as much as I can without dropping cover anyway, and I can see what she’s talking about. The only spot that’s red is my face. Nearly every other inch is light golden brown. All I can do is bite my lip. “Th-thanks. I um… yeah, I do a little tanning.” “I see that, but how,” she leans her head in, waving her hand in a circular motion. “Come on, it can’t be worse than what you’re doing right now, can it?” Little memories flash in front of my eyes. I think I’m about to fall over even though I’m still sitting. My legs curl in as if they hide anything better, and I try to pull my knees into my chest. “I… um…” “Come on, just relax and spill it! Think of it as a trade secret.” She runs a hand through her hair and does a little stretch. “Maybe I want a nice tan too. Kind of makes for a more natural look, and you rock it just fine.” I take a long breath. She seems nice enough, at least. “I um… I have a friend help me.” I clear my throat. “She’ll… you know, do a lookout and make sure nobody’s looking.” My fingers wiggle and grip more skin. “If someone might see… she throws a towel on me.” The girl laughs and shakes her head. “So she helps you tan nude, but you don’t call her when you want to go streaking? Or is she waiting behind a tree with a towel?” I don’t know what to say anymore. This is my little experiment, just for me. My eyes find the ground and my body does another involuntary twitch. I nibble my lip. “She’s… Plan B. You know, in case things get a little out of hand.” I hesitate and shake my head. “Could I have my clothes back? Please?” The other girl smirks and looks at the pile of clothing. “Hmm… I don’t know…” She closes her eyes and gives a fake shrug, still wearing that devilish smile. “You must have gotten quite the rush from having to run around naked. Must be so much better if you can’t get dressed again.” “What!?” I gasp. “Yeah, I mean, I kind of feel bad because I spooked you. And you can’t just go back to enjoying yourself if I just take off. BUT…” she does a little stroll towards my pile of clothing. “What if you couldn’t get dressed again?” “B-but… that’s… so risky!” I want to scramble to grab my clothes, but my legs are like iron. I can’t get up. What’s happening? “It’s not THAT bad. It’s still super late, I haven’t seen anyone else, and you have your Plan B, right?” She reaches down and gathers the garments. “Then you can have your fun, and then your friend can save your butt.” I’m already without clothing, and if I let her take everything, I won’t have access to it. There’s an odd knot in my stomach. My head processes the words “please give me my clothes back,” but one set of twitching lips keeps another set silent. Everything is in her hands now as she stands up. She winks at me. I shake my head and finally remember how to talk. “Y-you’re… just gonna leave then?” “Well, I gotta finish my run.” Another giggle taunts my ears. “Tell ya what, come back to the park again tomorrow night, and I’ll give you all this back. You’re naked tonight until your friend helps you out. Unless that’s too much?” I don’t know why I’m thinking about this. Why can’t I say anything about being too scared? A distant hoot of an owl reminds me of the hour, and I take a deep breath. This is far more than my original plan, but just thinking about this makes my heart thump again. “Yes…” I clear my throat. “I can do this… I’ll be fine.” I’m going to be stuck naked. And I’m choosing to do this. I’m practically waving my clothes goodbye. My friend is going to be in for a surprise when I reach her door. “Alright, have fun exploring in the nude!” She laughs while hugging all my clothing into her chest. Every fabric presses against her as she turns and resumes her jog. “See you tomorrow night!” She calls out, getting away. I have one chance left to change my mind. I know it’s there, but she’s already proven to be faster than me, and my legs are on the ground like solid boulders. All I can do is watch as she runs off until she’s too far away for any hope of catching her. I’m naked and alone. I try to find strength in my legs again, wobbling to a vertical stance. A hand wipes a little moisture from my forehead, I can’t tell if it’s sweat or leftover water from the sprinklers. All I know is, somebody knows I’m streaking the park. They also know that I don’t even have a sock, and it’s all by choice. My hands shift through covering positions, trading places, and squeezing a private spot. In the end, both fail to hide the bubbling fact that I’m naked. If anything, I’m more aware of it now than before, as fingertips slide across smooth skin. The areas they have to hide feel so soft and warm too. A low hum gets away as I try to calm down. Instead, one hand cups one of my breasts, caressing the tender flesh and petting the tender cherry tip. The edge of my fingers feather my lips, causing a little shiver between my thighs, and I coo a little louder. I shake my head and pry my hands from my intimates. My chest heaves with each breath I take, and I keep my hands at my sides. Out here? In the open? One hand caresses an elbow, and my face is burning hot. The park is still silent, and I’m alone as far as I can tell. One hand drifts over my stomach as I search the trees before I force it into a fist. I uproot my legs and start heading down the hill back to the bike path. That can wait. At least, I think it can wait. My hands have to settle for covering positions. I follow the long bike path to the interior of the park, where a treeline begins. It’s the quickest way to my friend’s house from here. Dense trees blanket the ground in darkness. The way my heart is racing, I’m thankful for the cover. Nobody will be able to see me. This is just a walk in the park at this point. As I keep moving, I escape the lamps all along the path. The moon pokes through the leaves well enough for me to see the pavement but everything else is hard to follow. It isn’t long before I’m deep enough that I can’t see out of the woods at all. I look at the trees, thinking about my original plan about grabbing my spare key. My only chance to get home with only one person knowing what I’m doing. I know it’s here, but the trees are barely distinguishable from each other. It’ll take way too long to find the key. By the time I even get close, the sun will be up, and people will be in the park again. There’s no choice then. I have to keep going until I get to her house. A tiny mirth bounces in my mouth as I keep moving. I don’t know what to expect when she answers her door, outside of her acting surprised. She’ll be able to see everything. And probably have a million questions. My fingers attempt another squeeze to my sensitive body. It’s everything I can do to keep self-control. But I bite my lip and glance in all directions. I’m in complete darkness in the woods by myself. I take a deep breath and bite my lip. My hands accept the permission to explore and start petting, squeezing, and caressing my skin. I hum and close my eyes as that sweet pleasure soaks my brain. My breasts bounce to freedom as my hands dive for my inner thighs, sliding over the tender surface. Fingers glide over my lips and come up a little more moist. As my guard relaxes and my body tingles, I touch myself, applying pressure and petting. One tip slips in and my knees crumble. My free hand hops around my body before gripping a breast, squeezing and pinching a tender nipple. A little squeal escapes me, as I grit my teeth and shiver. One eye opens to inspect the darkness around me. I let the finger in a little deeper, and a moan announces my freedom to the trees. My knee meets the ground as I discard resistance like clothing before a shower. Self-control eases down my legs, soon to be a memory. The leaves shiver in the wind. Some birds sing through the trees. My head jolts and twists. I pant for a moment before pulling my hand away. Fingertips shine a tiny bit under the moonlight poking through the trees. As my chest heaves from each breath I take, I shake my head and stand up. I ignore my protesting legs as I push through the trees. Those birds keep singing. I don’t know what time it is, all I know is that the sun tends to follow birds, not owls. As much as I want to let my fingers work, I have to run. If I take too long, my little sanctuary won’t be a sanctuary anymore. My feet complain as I jog down the pavement. I have to wrap my arms around my chest to keep everything from bouncing everywhere. I feel so slow like I’m losing a race to a turtle. When I start seeing the other side of the woods, I can hear more birds chirping. What’s worse, a lighter shade of blue on the horizon. I curse under my breath and start running across the park. There’s soft grass to run across again, but there are far fewer trees to hide behind. I can see the edge of the park, and the corner of my friend’s street. A smile appears on my face, and my body quivers. I’m almost there. As I run, I stick to the grass alongside the bike path, trying to keep up with the fleeing darkness. There’s a few bushes I can hide behind just in case. A thin layer of sweat coats my body, probably from all the sprinting and… exploring. Then I hear a hissing noise. I turn and see an eruption of sprinklers across the grass in the park. My run stops as I stop and bite my lip. It would be a shortcut, but there’s nowhere to hide in such an open part of the park. I search every direction and give caution the finger. My heart races as I break from the path and run through the cool rain erupting from the ground. A cool wave washes over me, almost renewing my energy as I slow down in the sprinklers. I do a few stretches and let the water work, almost like I was showering. I bite my lip, looking to the sky. Morning is well on its way, but the sun isn’t here yet. I lower my stance and approach a sprinkler, modesty is little more than a memory. A gasp escapes when the nozzle fires on its target. My hands grip the ground, and my knees follow, desperate to keep some balance. Just once. I want to do this just once. A hand goes between my legs and spreads my lips. I’m naked outside, far from any clothing, and risking being seen by an early jogger. The sprinkler tickles me and gets my body to sway. Another moan gets away as pleasure resonates in my body. My face finds the ground while the other hand dives into the intense heat my kitty is giving off. I arch my back as the floodgates open. This time, I scream and my hips shiver. My fingers are soaked while brilliant colors flash in front of my eyes. Rapid hands continue rubbing, petting, and squeezing, trying to draw out more of that feeling. I open my eyes, and I know I’m smiling. My face is crimson, and I think I feel a little drool on my lip. One more I can feel one more in me. Then I’ll go to my friends as planned. My hands slip between my thighs and go right back to work. The water keeps rushing, and the pleasure keeps building. I’m shaking. Just one more. That cyclist staring at me will understand. THE CYCLIST!? My eyes shoot wide as I see the other girl sitting on her bike, looking directly at me. I shut my legs together, but it’s far too late. My body convulses again and my heart roars in my ears. Hot moisture rushes between my thighs and all I can do is rip grass out of the ground. I’m cumming in front of a stranger. Not once but twice! I gasp for breath and drag myself away from the sprinkler. Sweet pleasure sways in my brain, but I know I should be panicking. She has a hand over her mouth, giggling at me. After she bares her smile, she glances around the park, and pedals closer to me. My body is shaking and buzzing at the same time. I don’t have any strength, and half of my thoughts are just being comfortable. “Hey!” she calls out as she approaches. “Um… did that feel as good as it looked?” She says with a blush. I drag myself from that fun little stream of water. I can feel the cool splashing still raining down all over me. And of all things, I just nod at her. I have no idea who this is, just that everything feels so… wonderful right now. “You must be the one my friend told me about,” she says, propping her shoes into the grass. I blink. The world is still spinning. She isn’t chewing me out, that’s all that matters right now. “Your friend?” “Did you see her? She jogs really late.” She smirks. “She told me she saw a naked girl running around, didn’t have any tan lines.” Her eyes look past me, and I just know she’s inspecting my back and everything facing the sky. “And I don’t see any tan lines on you, girl.” “Oh… um… yeah.” I force a laugh. As my arms move into covering positions, I rise to my shaking legs. “I um… have a friend help me.” “That same friend your Plan B?” She smirks and looks at her wristwatch. “Cause it might be time to put that plan into action. The sun’s rising like, right now.” “Really?” I turn to the east and squint my eyes. A sliver of gold climbs above the horizon, and rainbows start to shine through the sprinkler mist. Little twinkles shiver in the grass like tiny stars. Birds are still singing for the morning. The darkness is gone. “O-oh no…” “Think you can make it to your friends?” The girl rests her arms on the handlebar of the bike. “Cause the park doesn’t take long to get going. Usually, people out for exercise and fishermen get here first. I think you’re out of playtime.” She smirks. A little shiver went up my back. Does she think I want to keep streaking? I don’t have much evidence to prove her wrong. “I’ll… I’ll be fine. Thanks for… being cool?” I gulp, blush, and smile at her. “Oh I’m telling my friend what I saw,” she laughs. “But don’t worry. It’s just between you, me, and her. Oh, and hopefully your plan B soon.” She puts her foot back on the bike pedal. “Good luck!” “Th-thanks!” I say. The other girl starts pedaling and leaves me. Now two people know I’m streaking the park. I have to limit that to three. My nerves turn to steel as I start my naked walk back through the sprinklers. I’m soaked from head to toe again, but it’s still a shortcut. I feel so vulnerable and as the haze of arousal drifts away, adrenaline starts pumping again. I make one quick check for traffic. One car rolls down the road, forcing me behind a bush. My chest heaves as I take deep breaths. The driver barely needs their headlights anymore. Once the car turns the corner, I bolt from the tree and start running down my friend’s street. I’m almost safe. I can feel it. Naked, wet feet slap the pavement, wind whips over my body. I nearly crumble at the thought of some windows looking over the street. But when I see my friend’s mailbox come into view, I have to charge forward. I’m almost done with this dare. I sprint to her door and mash the doorbell. Please be awake. Please. A few rings later, I start knocking. I can’t tell my heartbeat from any sounds that she might be coming. Then the locks start turning. There stood Layla, standing in an oversized t-shirt, giving me a strange look. “Alice? What’s going on? Why are you naked?” “Layla! Let me in! Please, before someone sees!” I rush the words out. There’s no hesitation as Layla steps aside, letting me into her home. The door shuts, sealing away the prying eyes of everyone but my lover. I stumble in and balance myself against her couch. I pant for a moment but smile. “Thank you…” “Anytime, anytime,” Layla says, approaching me with a little smirk on her face. “Not that I’m complaining… but why are you naked?” Her hand finds its way to my shoulder. “Did you do something naughty without me?” I blush and bite my lip. My thighs press together as I feel her fingertips trace little circles on my back. Calves ache again. It seems every inch of my body knows what those hands are capable of. “…Yes… I um… was in the park.” There’s a playful slap on my butt, a tender caress follows. “Aww, I would have loved to be in on it.” She smirks as her hand caresses my lower back. I nibble my lip again. By this point I’m exhausted. “Hey, Layla… I’ve been running all night, do you mind if I rest here for a while?” Layla hugs me, squeezing me. The feeling of fabric against my body is strange. It’s been hours since I last felt it. “I think this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” Layla smirks as that same hand slides down my naked backside. “Sure, you can rest. Whatever you need.” As I feel the fingers pat my butt, I nibble my lip. Crashing on her couch sounds great… but do I dare ask for a little more? “Hey um… could I ask one more favor?” I blush even thinking about this. “Could you… maybe… you know… massage me?” She smirks, wiping a few beads of water leftover from my butt. “Hmm, I dunno… you went out and had fun without me, then you ask me for a full body massage on my day off?” Layla’s hand squeezes my butt again. “Hmm….okay!” “R-really?” I blink. “Yep! Just ooooone condition!” She raises a hand at me. “I get to help you go back to your place.” I raise an eyebrow. “That’s not so bad…” “Not done!” She giggles. “You’re staying naked the entire day. The massage, your nap, another walk through the park. You’re nude until we’re at your house.” Layla winks at me and gives another pat to my naked backside. Then her free hand points down a little hallway of her house. “Now, let’s get you on my practice table.”

Alice and Layla by anonenffan Chain Link (Chapter 1. Chain Link) Things really began to sink in when I heard the click. It wasn’t like the handcuffs were uncomfortable, Layla at least made sure of that. They were actually kind of soft and smooth to the touch. That didn’t mean they were bad at their role, far from it. My wrists were still bound with a snug fit. I wanted to pull on them, but if the chain rattled against the fence, it would draw attention. “Um… y-you were just kidding, right? I don’t really have to do this, do I?” I was so nervous that it was difficult to steady my voice. I felt my heart beating rapidly. It accelerated as I watched Layla put the little key away in her bag. “What, are you backing down? That’s not like you, Alice!” Layla laughed at me. I tried to keep my eyes on her, as I watched her every move. This was too much for me, but she was only half interested in my concerns. “Oh, you’re doing it for sure. But hey, it’s not all bad, I made sure these weren’t the steel kind. These are easier on your wrists!” “I’m not worried about that,” I tried to keep my voice down. I looked in front of me, knowing I could easily be seen. I couldn’t risk making noise, but it was about the only thing I could do. “I’m worried about everyone over there,” I whispered as I pointed ahead of me. The public pool sat in front of us. Multiple swimmers were jumping in and doing laps. A few feet away laid some tanning chairs, and many of them were in use. Nobody seemed to be aware of us. At least not yet. “What? I’m making sure you’re being taken care of. The cuffs are low enough so you can bend your arms, isn’t that nice?” Layla taunted. It was true. The chain on my handcuffs weaved through the fence, almost level with my chest. I could relax a little bit, but I was still bound, and therefore, unable to move. Before I could say anything about it, I felt something fluffy touch up against my chest. I looked down and saw a white towel being held vertically against me. The soft fabric almost reached from my neck to my ankles. “Pin this under your chin for me, you’re almost ready.” I was confused at first. Why did I need a towel under my chin? When I didn’t do what I was told, I felt a tug on the back of my bikini top. “L-Layla!” I protested. “Don’t do that, I need that!” She got closer behind me and said, “pin the towel.” I could hear her grin. There was no choice, if I didn’t do it, she’d pull on the strings of my top. So I pressed my chin into the fabric, and let it dangle in front of me. The towel barely covered my chest, as it seemed to almost roll in on itself, narrowing and lessening my cover. A bikini clad body peeked around the sides of the towel. My face felt hot with blush. It was really happening. I was afraid that if I tried talking, the towel could slip. Instead, I hummed another protest, but Layla didn’t stop. I felt her fingers graze the back of my skin, taking her time in untying the knot. This only made me more nervous. My breathing was getting heavier. I almost swallowed my tongue when I felt a loss of tension around my back. Layla pressed her body right up against mine, letting one of her hands snake up the towel. “Heh heh, you look so cute when you’re blushing like that!” Layla smirked as I felt the fabric of my top shift. It was slowly pulled off my body, leaving me bare-chested. The towel pinned under my chin is now my main source of decency. There were some bushes behind us, but that only embarrassed me further. It looked like I was being set up as a display piece. She knelt down behind me, and her fingers began toying with the ties that held the bottom half of my swimsuit to my body. Once again, she took her time wanting to make sure I was aware of what she was doing. She slid a finger between my hip and the strings of my swimsuit, and pulled outward. All I could think about was those little knots. If I weren’t so worried about those falling apart in the pool, I would have easily left Layla treading in my wake. I wasn’t sure if they could have handled my full speed though. That was probably why Layla said I should wear it. So she could beat me. One knot came undone, and I felt the bottom half of my suit loosen. My knees began to shake because I knew what was happening. I could only react by pressing my legs together to try and pin my cover in place. But with my arms bound, I had no way to defend the other knot from my forfeit. I couldn’t see how it looked when tension was completely lost. What I did know was that it made Layla giggle. She was drinking in my reaction, and she wasn’t even looking me in the face. How my swimsuit looked was left to my imagination, but it was still held between my thighs. I tried to protest with more hums, but the only response was giggling, followed by more tugs on my swimsuit. My legs were pressed tightly together, but before long the smooth fabric slipped between them. The towel still protected me from the view of the pool, but I was essentially naked now. My eyes were wide as I looked down at the ground. I still only saw the towel from my chin to my ankles. It narrowed as the sides rolled in, giving hints to my curves. I never saw Layla take my swimsuit off because it blocked my view, but I knew I was naked. She took my swimsuit from me, and I couldn’t even see what Layla was going to do with it. Somehow, I’d have to keep that towel pinned down, or else I’d be exposed to the other side of the fence. “There we go, got it!” Layla said. She had both pieces of my swimsuit now, and my hands were still bound to the fence. It was a small blessing that nobody noticed us, but I still felt helpless. I couldn’t leave if I wanted to. Even complaining was difficult. All I could do was wait and see what she was going to do next. “Hmm… you know, you didn’t really dry off after we swam, did you?” She said. “It would be really hard to do when you’re handcuffed to the fence like that, wouldn’t it?” I couldn’t answer her. Simply moving my mouth could have caused the towel to slip. If that fell, I’d have no cover. Everyone could see me completely nude and stuck in place with some colorful handcuffs on my wrists. There was a tug on the towel, and the fluffy fabrics began to slide against my collarbone. My heart skipped a beat when I realized Layla was taking that too! I pressed my chin down towards my chest as hard as I can, but it didn’t matter. The towel slipped away, and it was in Layla’s hands. I was now able to confirm with my own eyes that my swimsuit was gone. My breasts were exposed, their ample shape greeting the summer air. Further down towards my hips, my kitty had an uncommon meeting with the sun. There wasn’t even a single hair to hide it. I was completely uncovered, but I had regained the ability to complain. “L-Layla, stop! They’re gonna see!” My arms were allowed enough freedom so I could try to hide my breasts behind my elbows. I was also able to lift one leg and try to conceal my private area. However, neither action could shroud my total lack of clothing. That was obvious for anybody that decided to glance our way. The towel returned, but I only felt the fabric pressing against my back, being dragged against my skin. It was hard to look behind me, because of how worried I was about being seen. The towel pressed against my back and shoulders with an up and down motion. “What are you doing?” I asked silently so I wouldn’t alert the tanners. “Drying you off of course! You can’t do it yourself with those handcuffs, and I don’t want you catching a chill,” she reasoned. “B-but Layla,” I bit my lip. “I’m still naked, they might see!” “I told you, relax,” Layla said. “It’s not like there’s THAT many people here right now. Now lower your leg so I can dry off this cute little tush of yours! The sooner you’re all dry, the sooner I’ll wrap this around you.” Her hands found their way around my legs and tried to force them apart. She wanted to tease me and keep me uncovered as much as she could, but I knew she understood how nervous I was. I’d be covered soon enough. I bit my lip and lowered my leg. Layla put her hands on my petite tummy and back as she encouraged me to lean forward. My backside felt more exposed, but I did what she wanted. Unfortunately for me, this stance made it harder to contain my breasts. I felt them slip out from behind my elbows. They briefly swayed, and settled in place. My hardening nipples pointed to the ground. She was humming as she rubbed the towel over my butt. I felt so helpless, having someone else dry me off while I stood there completely naked. A gasp escaped my lips as the soft fabric pushed up between my thighs. My blush felt hot, and my knees began to wobble. I tried to push my legs together again, as another giggle echoed in my ears. “Oh you are adorable like this,” Layla smirked, working the towel lower towards my knees. If I had to be honest, her touch was nice. It was gentle and tender everywhere it went, as was expected of a talented masseuse like her. I only wished I could have appreciated it more, but I was more worried about being noticed. Those tanners were going to hear my whining. “J-just hurry up and cover me,” I said. I wanted to sound forceful, but I knew I failed miserably. “Alright, I think you’re dry enough,” Layla smirked. “I’ll wrap you up, just like we agreed.” I sighed with relief. It was awkward to have to stay here for the rest of the challenge, but once the towel was in place, I would be covered. “Thank you, Layla.” I managed to smile when I felt the fluffy towel wrapped around my body. Layla’s hands came with each corner. She pressed my breasts together and secured the towel to my chest. My shoulders were still exposed with no hint of swimwear, but I was at least covered. “Alright, I’ll be back in a little bit. Don’t go anywhere!” Layla whispered into my ear. Her hands briefly rubbed my shoulders. Like her towel work, her practiced hands were normally relaxing, but I was still on edge. I felt really vulnerable without a swimsuit under my towel. Not being able to use my hands made things worse. Layla walked away, leaving me alone. I gulped and tried to stay quiet so I wouldn’t draw attention. Seeing everyone else at the pool was still nerve-wracking. If I made eye contact with someone, would they come closer to me? Anyone could see the handcuffs, but would they notice that I only have a towel? It was too big of a risk, so instead, I looked down at my feet. As soon as I lowered my head, however, I immediately regretted it. I saw the edges of the towel formed a “V” shape. It was wide open at my hips. My heart rate accelerated and my eyes widened in horror. How could Layla leave me like that!? I was exposed! She left everything between my legs revealed to the open air! Anyone could see my clean shaven womanhood. I took a deep breath and tried to look for Layla. The towel needed to be fixed, but she was nowhere to be found. I had to carefully turn so the chains of the handcuffs wouldn’t rattle. That would give away my position, people would hear me, and then they would see me. I tried to steady my breathing as best I could, but the reality of my situation had fully sunk in. I was handcuffed to the fence, with a towel that didn’t adequately cover my naked body. Some people were only a few feet away from me on the other side of the fence. Sure, they were tanning and not paying attention to anything, but that couldn’t last. I was unable to move away or even try to fix my cover. All I could do was fidget nervously. Eventually, Layla came back into view, only she was on the other side of the fence. She carried a bag with a few basic pool supplies. My swimsuit was in there, too. That same side tie bikini that made me hesitate during our race and got me into this mess. Layla seemed to be humming to herself, as she set the bag down beside the lounge chair closest to me. “Layla!” I whispered. “Layla! C-come back here, you have to fix the towel!” She gave me a knowing gaze. “Oh? Is there something wrong with it?” I clamped my legs together to hide my exposed sex. It was hard to tell, but I thought I was starting to warm up. The mere thought of it only made me blush harder. “It’s… it’s not covering me good enough.” There was a maddening giggle, and she whispered back, “Oh well that’s too bad. I think it frames you nicely,” Layla said with a seductive wink. “Just try not to squirm too much. That towel is a little heavier than it should be from drying you off.” Layla started to lay down on the lounge chair. She was right. The towel was noticeably damp. I probably wouldn’t have noticed if Layla didn’t say anything. That only made me more worried though. It was tight over my chest, but I could feel my breasts trying to push outward towards freedom. I looked back at Layla. This wouldn’t last long. Between the added weight of moisture and how tight it was around my chest, it would only be a matter of time until the towel fell. With my hands bound, there would be no way I could fix it either. The only person who could help me was on the other side of the fence. “H-how long do I have to be like this again?” I asked. My voice had a noticeable shake. I already felt the fibers of the towel start to move. It was already slowly coming undone. Layla smirked and turned her head to one of the sunbathers next to her. My eyes widened in horror, was she about to tell someone about me!? “Hey, how long should I tan in one position before turning over?” She said out loud. The was towel loosening. In a desperate attempt to save it, I drove my elbows into my chest. It’s one of the only movements I could make while handcuffed to the fence. That immediately proved to be a mistake. The corners of the towel met in a spot between my breasts. Tension was lost, and the soft tips tickled my skin. It fell slack, and I saw the center of my chest was exposed. My elbows were the only thing holding the towel to my body now. I wanted to say something to Layla, but it seemed the other woman was responding to her. I held my breath, praying she didn’t look my way. So much of my body was exposed, and it was plain as day that I didn’t have a swimsuit. “Hmm?” The woman sat up. “Oh, about twenty to thirty minutes, depending on how well progressed your base tan is.” She looked Layla over. “You should probably start with twenty.” “Thank you,” Layla said softly. She smirked and turned her head towards me, and put a hand over her mouth. I knew she could see just how exposed I was. “Layla, help,” I squeaked silently. Gravity was still pulling on the towel. There was no way I could keep my arms pressed firmly for long, they were already tired from the swim. I squeezed my legs together with a pleading look in my eye. My arms grew weak. One corner of the towel slipped free, and the other followed soon after. I tried to lean forward as a last chance to save the towel, but I was too late. It slid down my backside and fell into a pile on the ground. I was completely exposed again. Naked and handcuffed to a fence. My cover was at my feet, and I couldn’t do anything to fix it. My pulse was almost deafening, as I tried to squeeze my legs together. To make matters worse, I can feel the inside of my thighs getting slick. I was turned on. I lifted one of my legs like I did earlier to cover myself, but the fact that I’m starting to feel hot now is only making things more difficult. “Layla, please!” I whispered my begging. I knew the sunbather might hear me. It was a huge risk, but I needed Layla to do something. We had an agreement not to cross certain lines, and this was too far. “Hmm…” The sunbather hummed. “Oh, before I forget,” she looked at Layla. “This might sound a little counterproductive, but you should still use suntan lotion. It’s important to protect your skin from getting a burn. Especially since you don’t have much of a base tan yet.” Layla put a hand to her chin. Her eyes pointed towards my exposed form, and a subtle smile appeared on her face. “Ooh, that does sound important. Thanks for the advice! I’m gonna run to my car real quick, I think I forgot mine!” “I’ll hold your spot,” the sunbather said casually, as she went back to her tanning position. I watched as Layla ran off with the bag in hand and left me alone. I had no idea what, if anything, I could do. The towel sat at my feet, but I couldn’t fix it because of the handcuffs. My only options were raising a leg and pulling my elbows in. There were no other options but just wait and watch. People were jumping into the pool. They were splashing and having a good time. Directly in front of me were sunbathers barely paying attention to the world. If anyone saw me, I could easily see myself becoming a spectacle. Everyone would be wondering why a naked girl was handcuffed to the fence. I shivered, wondering if I could even bring myself to ask for help. “Dropped your towel, huh?” Layla’s voice said. I suddenly turned my head and saw my dark haired friend approaching. “L-Layla, p-please, take the handcuffs off!” I whispered my plea, but Layla’s smirk told me it wasn’t going to be answered. “Oh don’t worry your pretty little head. I’ll let you free soon enough,” she said, as she reached down and picked up the towel. “But you’re not getting out of the bet,” Layla winked and moved closer to me. She held the towel vertically and reached in front of me. “Hold the towel against the fence,” she whispered. I knew if I tried to ask why or argued, she’d probably make things worse. It would be hard to say how, but if there was a way, she’d find it. So, I obediently lifted my hands from the fence, and took the corners of the towel into my palms before pushing back against it. I held it as wide open as my handcuffs would allow. Unfortunately, that wasn’t very wide at all. Only a little bit wider than my own shoulders, and the towel still tried to roll into itself. I let my covering leg go back down. “D-do I have to hold it like this now?” I asked. “I-I can’t do this forever!” “Mmm, that part of it is your problem, not mine,” Layla giggled as moved directly behind me. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought she was reaching into the bag. “P-part of it? What do you mean?” I looked back towards the pool, and only then realized that my view has been obscured by white fabric. I couldn’t see anything in front of me anymore. “Oh I’m making you do something naughty, but I’m not mean! I have to protect that cute little tush of yours from the sun!” Layla said jubilantly. Before I could say anything, I felt something cold on my butt. I nearly yelped in surprise, but I resisted. It isn’t long before the smell of coconuts started flooding my nostrils, and more of that cold feeling spread to my lower back. Layla’s hands began to caress and rub the sun lotion into my skin, paying more attention to my backside. I tried to control my reactions, but I knew I was trembling. She was touching me, caressing my skin, and rubbing in the lotion. The towel in my hands is the only thing protecting my decency, and I was sure it was doing a poor job of it. To make matters worse, I could feel myself steadily getting wetter between my legs. It was only a matter of time until Layla discovered that. Her hands left my body, which I could only assume was for more lotion. I gasped when her hands returned, pushing more sunscreen into my skin. All I can think about is how helpless I felt. First I couldn’t dry myself off, now I have to let Layla rub lotion all over me. She had more reasons to do it than merely preventing a sunburn, too. What she really wanted was to touch every inch of my skin she could. Her hands moved their way up my back, as she began to coat my bare shoulders. I was able to press my thighs together and hide my arousal. I wanted to calm down, but I couldn’t. Every part of my body that she touched reminded me that I’m naked. All of the splashing in the pool also told me that I was outside and in public. When she finished putting lotion on my shoulders and arms, her hands returned to my chest. Each palm had a lot of lotion on it too. This time, I couldn’t control my reaction. Her squeezing earned a gasp out of me, and I shivered. “L-Layla…” I moaned. “What? If you’re gonna tan nude, you gotta protect your whole body!” She hummed seductively in my ear, squeezing my breasts and spreading lotion on them. Preventing sunburn was Layla’s cover story, not that she needed one. I was at her mercy, and she could touch me all she wanted. More lotion was rubbed all over my chest, and she lingered on my breasts, tweaking my nipples and letting them slip against her fingers. My pulse was constantly increasing as I tried to focus on holding the towel against the fence. If anyone saw what was happening, I would be eye candy. Trying to keep the towel in place was difficult though. It only got harder when I felt Layla’s hands moving onto my stomach. She took her time, and I knew it was because she was delaying getting to my most sensitive area. Her hands left my body again. I took a deep breath. It felt so wet between my legs. There was no way she wouldn’t notice. Once she knew how I was really reacting to my situation, there would be no turning back. She was probably going to pet my delicate lips and tease me. Before long, I would be begging. I braced myself for the touch. Layla’s hands were on my smooth stomach. They were going to move down soon. At least, I thought they were. Instead, they moved to my sides and slid down to my hips. They caressed everywhere they passed. Then they left. She was going to surprise me. It was going to be sudden. She wanted me to scream. I braced myself. A cool feeling made contact with my left ankle. As a hum escaped my lips, I trembled. Layla slowly worked her way up my leg. I had to bite my lip to fight off another moan. I reminded myself that we were in public. I needed to control my reactions. It only got harder when she reached my legs. My lips were starting to pulsate, begging for my lover’s fingers. She was ignoring them. Instead, she put lotion on my outer thigh. She continued, moving onto my other leg and working her way up.Why didn’t she say anything? I thought it was obvious I was aroused. Maybe she knew, and she had a big grin on her face. I tried to turn around to see, but I couldn’t get a clear look. I couldn’t turn as much as I would have needed to thanks to the handcuffs. Her hands were working their way up my right leg now, working the outer thigh. “Alright… I think you’re all nice and evenly coated,” Layla said, as she stood up and wiped her hands against each other. “You just have to stay there for about twenty minutes, and then I’ll let you go.” That was it? She was done? “U-um…” I hesitated and began to blush furiously. When she giggled, I knew I was trapped. I thought she was teasing me by ignoring my kitty, but I had only figured out half of her plan to embarrass me. “You um…” “Hmm? What’s wrong Alice? Did I miss a spot?” She tried to fight off another giggle. “Y-yes,” I answered weakly. Damn it. “Oh my, I’m sorry!” She feigned ignorance. “Well then, tell me where I missed and I’ll make sure to cover it right up. I don’t want you to get a sunburn, after all.” To tell the truth, since my lips rarely saw the sun, that was probably the most vulnerable spot on my body. It needed protection, but I also really wanted her to touch me. My knees were buckling inward as I tried to find the words. “U-um… you need to… um… t-touch… umm… I mean… do my… my…” I was shaking, and I felt her hands on my back, slowly rubbing up and down. She was well trained in the art of giving a massage, and I was often used for practice. Layla usually did that to help me calm down if I got too nervous. Or, if she wanted me to say something. In this case, she wanted a specific word. “What is it? I gotta know what it is…” She slowly whispered into my ear. Her hand slowly slid down my back, to my butt. Then she gave me a light squeeze. “M-my… f-front side needs it,” I stuttered out. “Hmmm? Where on your front side?” Layla asked as she continued to caress my back end. “B-between… my legs. M-my… my…” My voice faltered to barely a whisper, “my pussy…” “Oooohhh,” Layla giggled. There was a light pat on my naked cheeks. “You want me to protect your precious little lips, don’t you?” I gave her a weak nod. My whole body quivered. I could almost imagine her finally touching me. “Heh heh, now Alice, this stuff says for external use only, right on the bottle. So I can’t do that,” she whispered into my ear. I wanted to scream. I was so worked up, and I badly needed her to do it. Layla stepped to my side, and moved her hands to wipe some excess lotion off on the towel. “Hmm… but I still can’t just leave you in the sun like that though, can I?” “L-Layla…” I struggled to build up the next words I wanted to say. I badly wanted to reach down and do it myself, but my bounds prevented that. It had to be her. “Hmm… maybe tanning’s overrated. I can think of something that’s a lot more fun,” she grinned and leaned into me. I felt her body against mine. The material of her swimsuit brushed over my skin, reminding me that I wasn’t wearing anything but a thin coat of sun lotion. Her hands reached for the towel I was holding, and gently plucked it from my grip. “L-Layla!” I gasped, as the active pool came back into view. I was exposed again! I looked towards my friend and saw her wiping her hands off with the towel. When she finished, she gave me a wicked grin, and drapped the towel over my face. My vision was obscured, and I couldn’t see. I had no way of knowing if anyone noticed us. To make matters worse, I couldn’t move the towel thanks to my handcuffs. I was effectively blindfolded. Her fingers began to trace around my inner thighs. I gasped, and my knees shook. They buckled inward to sustain what little balance they could. “Oh my, someone’s excited. It’s almost like I didn’t dry you off at all,” Layla grinned. Her hand slowly slid up the inside of my legs. I could hear the pool, but I couldn’t see it. Layla’s hands were inching closer. My body was shaking. I wasn’t sure what would happen if we were seen. I wasn’t sure if I cared. All I knew was how bad I wanted it. How much I had been pent up. My breathing grew heavier. I was ready to start begging. Her hand moved in. She touched me. I gasped again. I can’t see anything, but my body is shaking. Quaking. I couldn’t move. Layla was giving slow, gentle strokes. It felt amazing, but I needed more. I needed it faster. “L-Layla… please!” I begged. “Shhh… they’re going to hear you if you can’t control yourself,” Layla giggled as her hand continued. I felt one of her fingers petting away. The feelings were building, swelling within me. They slowed down, and I knew why. She wanted me to calm down. Layla was a huge pervert, but she was smart. It wouldn’t look good on her to be caught pleasuring a handcuffed girl like me. I did my best to steady my breathing. “K-keep going,” I said quietly. Layla’s hand began moving, albeit slower this time. She knew to go slowly so I could control myself. I felt her press her chest into my back. “So, must be exciting huh? You can’t move because of the handcuffs, and you can’t see because of the towel,” Layla said. “Mmm,” I hummed and gritted my teeth. It’s true. Not being able to see forced me to focus on what Layla was doing to me. I tried to keep my legs open so she could have better access. I knew that made me a little more visible. My heart was racing, and I knew I was leaking all over her fingers. She pressed harder, and I barely contained my moan. I leaned forward as my strength failed me. The handcuffs were just low enough to where I could sit on my knees, which is what I began to do. My arms were still bound, and were raised above me. I couldn’t pull my elbows into my breasts anymore. I felt the air, and I knew I was exposed. Layla lowered down with me. I needed relief so bad. She kept rubbing away. “Are you close?” Layla whispered into my ear. I nodded. “I’m gonna speed up. Try to stay quiet,” Layla said. I nodded again. I took a deep breath to try and get a grip on myself. Layla’s hands began to rub more firmly. My thighs instinctively clamped together to hide my treasure but instead pressed her hand against it. She was going faster now. My mouth was wide open, and my breathing was heavy. I could feel the pressure building inside me, approving of Layla’s touch. My body quaked in response, as if it had a mind of its. It was familiar with Layla’s hand. Every tug on my skin made be clench my toes. My muscles tightened as my lover’s fingers pushed quickly and firmly. I gritted my teeth, throwing my head in a few different directions. Another moan escapes me, barely muffled by the towel. I can feel Layla lean into my back, her swimsuit touching my unocvered body, reminding me I was completely naked. “You gotta keep it down, or else someone’s gonna see,” she said in a taunting voice. I felt her hand pull away from my trembling legs. It didn’t go far though. I could almost sense it. “L-Layla… please! J-just finish… I need it…” I begged. My arms shuffled in what little freedom they had. I leaned forward, causing my breasts to sway. “Hmm… I can’t quite tell,” Layla whispered in my ear, as her hand cupped me. I almost fell apart right there. “I think somebody’s watching.” The towel was still on my face. I was effectively blindfolded. Was she telling the truth? Was somebody watching? I was so close though! “Layla…!” “Do you want to cum? I could easily let you, but someone might be watching!” she said seductively in my ear. “I wanna cum! I wanna cum! Oh pleaaase let me cum!” I pleaded to her. “Shhh, alright. Keep your voice down as best you can,” she warned. Her hands sped up. The final run began. I was at the edge. I was at my limit. I couldn’t fight it any longer. My mind was racing. Handcuffs held me in place. Layla took my swimsuit. I was completely naked. Her hands were pleasuring my body. A towel obscured my vision. People could be watching. I had no way to tell. I didn’t care anymore. It hit. I thrashed my head around, almost violently as I tried to be quiet. My orgasm was rocking my body as I bucked my hips outward. Layla wrapped her free arm around me to try and keep my steady. The chains of my handcuffs jingled in my ears, the only reminder that I was outside. My juices were nearly flooding Layla’s hand as my body convulsed. Layla kept rubbing, trying to draw out my release as much as possible. My hips began to move on their own, shifting forward and back in time with that wonderful hand. The world had gone silent and nothing else seemed to exit besides the euphoric feelings boiling over in my brain. I smiled as I started to go limp. I leaned my head forward as my pulse raced in my ears. My face felt hot with blush because I knew I could easily have been seen by anyone at the pool. But damn I felt good. The towel slid off my head and blanketed over the front of my body. My vision was almost hazy, but I could see Layla reaching into the bag. Her hands returned with a key. I was released from my bonds, and my wrists collapsed at my sides. A renewed warmth went back into my arms as I was finally able to relax. I was still trying to steady my breathing when I looked up at Layla. She smiled, and leaned in, giving me a little kiss on the cheek. “Good job staying quiet, I don’t think anyone noticed. I think you need little break though.” She picked up the towel and wrapped it around my chest, covering me properly unlike how she set me up before. Once again she’s tending to me like I was helpless. But I felt so good coming down from my high, I didn’t care. If anything, I was enjoying her pampering. “Now, I can give you your suit back, BUT, If you’re brave enough to ride home as you are, I’ll give you a full massage,” she said seductively. I was still in the afterglow of orgasm. All I really wanted to do was lay down and giggle. However, that idea sounded wonderful to my ears. I had an idea of my own, though. Maybe I was crazy. Maybe I was in a more playful mood than usual. But there was a question in my mind that I couldn’t resist. “What if I go without the towel?” I asked as she helped me stand on my unsteady feet. Layla looked surprised but then smirked. “If you’re that brave, you’ll get a happy ending along with it.” I hesitated for a few seconds. Then, I gathered what little strength I had left, and pushed the towel off my body.

Ashley at the Library By Jappio Part 1 Ashley sat down in the comfy chair, a book in hand. She had decided on this lazy afternoon to visit the library. It was Saturday, and spring break. Most kids were down in Florida or somewhere enjoying their time off, but Ashley instead opted to stay at home for the week. The library was quiet, no students working on research or anything. Ashley had searched the racks of books, and when she found something she thought she might like, she took it over the reading section. The reading section was cozy. It had a lot of comfy chairs and a few small tables all on a slightly raised wooden deck. It was still indoors, but the large window that opened up to the woods behind the library gave it a very relaxing feel. Ashley took a moment to look out the window, appreciating how nice the day was. Then she relaxed back in the seat, feeling herself sink down into its cushions, as she began to page through the small novel. She was really happy the way the day was turning out. She was looking forward all week to be able to just take the day off and just enjoying herself. She couldn’t think of anything that would be nicer than a quiet evening at the library for that day. She was just so comfortable. That is, she thought she couldn’t think of anything. Although she was quite comfortable, something suddenly changed for her. As she was bobbing her foot on the ground as she read, the back of her shoe came loose, and heel of her foot came into contact with the wood floor. She still had her ankle socks on, and the feeling only lasted an instant, but she gasped none the less. Her mind suddenly switched gears. No longer was she completely comfortable. No, now she could become more comfortable. There was only one way she could do that she thought. Ashley sat up and looked in all directions. She wanted to make sure she was absolutely alone. With the way the library was set up, she couldn’t even see the front desk, the only place where she had seen people that day. With only one known person there at that time, Ashley wasn’t able to stop herself. Ashley’s heel still stuck out of her shoe, but with a little wiggling, her entire foot came out of it. She planted it on the ground as she held her breath. She took the moment in for as long as she could stand. It wasn’t long until she was using her toes to help her other foot become free. Now both her sock clad feet were free from her shoes. She pushed the shoes to her side so her socked feet were all on their own, out in the open. She could feel the cold wood through the soft cotton of her socks. She shifted them against the smooth surface as she closed her eyes and smiled. Ashley was quite proud of herself. She finally took a deep breath, happy she got away with what she did. Sure it wasn’t much, but to her, even removing just her shoes was enough of a thrill. It was just what she wanted. Now again feeling comfortable, Ashley sat back again and began reading the novel she had chosen. After another page of reading, Ashley began to think again. She did love how her feet felt without her shoes. Yet it wasn’t quite perfect. She could tell the wood flooring was smooth and cool to the touch, but she knew there was more to it. The thin cotton of her socks gave a taste, but not a full bite. She again had her neck twisting around to make sure no one was around. Honestly, mostly people wouldn’t think it was a big deal to take their socks off at the library. Sure some might be against it, but Ashley had cute little clean feet. There would be no problem with what she was doing, but in Ashley’s world it was a lot. Her heart was beating faster and faster. She wiggled her toes as she bent forward. She grabbed hold of the sides of one of her socks. She then began to peel it right off her foot. She held her foot in air. The air-conditioned breeze in the room was just enough to bring a large smile to Ashley’s face. She wanted to rest her foot down, but she decided she would wait. Next she began to remove of her other sock. Now both her feet were out in the open. She stretched her toes and stifled a slight giggle. She was feeling better and better. Before anything else, Ashley figured she should hide her socks in her shoes. She didn’t want to just leave them sitting about messily after all. She then looked down at her hovering feet. She licked her lips as she watched them lower. In an instance she was swept over by all the feelings as her bare soles touched the wood floor. Ashley bounced in her seat as she sat back. She felt great. To most the exposure would seem like very little, but any little inch excited Ashley. She looked around some more to make sure she hadn’t been caught or anything. Then she again made an attempt to read through her book. This was when things become dangerous for Ashley. Getting her feet bare wasn’t anything bad, but something happens to Ashley when she gets like this. She can hardly ever stop. Sometimes she doesn’t realize its happening, sometimes she does her best to tell herself no. Today the chain-reaction wasn’t about to stop either. As she read her book, she had shifted in her seat a few times. Her skirt was becoming a tad bundled up underneath her. She hated the way it would do that. The material like that wasn’t comfortable. She did however like the feel of the leather cushion on her back of her legs. She lifted her bottom up as she adjusts how the skirt was. When she sat back down she wasn’t quite sure if she liked the way she had done it. For about a couple of minutes she kept doing this. Every time she didn’t like how the skirt felt under her. Also every time, she kept bring the skirt farther and farther back. More and more of her legs were being exposed to the seat. Before long Ashley just bites he lips. She takes a long look behind her, and then lifts her butt up one last time and just completely pushes her skirt behind her. Now as she sits, there is no skirt to get in the way of her bare legs. She can feel the smooth cushion up to the leg line of her panties. She looked down at her lap, seeing the hem in the front had also risen. No longer was it down to her knees, but it was still very modest. Her thighs remained unseen, and no one would be able to tell that underneath she had lifted it out from underneath her. She was happy though, and ready to continue to reading. In fact she got through a few pages until something else crossed her mind. It was a pretty warm day. It was also a pretty slow day at the library. Even if someone was there, they weren’t able to see under her skirt. Ashley knew that anyone looking would only be able to guess what she had on under the skirt. She wasn’t planning to be doing anything that would really put her at risk of someone seeing underneath, not that there was much chance for anyone being around her for awhile. Ashley set her book down and stood up. She knew she had to check to make sure the library was still mostly empty. She knew if she just sat there she wasn’t going to be able to stop herself. Her butt cheeks begged to feel the soft library chair. She tiptoed away from the reading section. She had for a moment forgot she was shoeless, but she wasn’t able to convince herself to put anything back on. Just walking bare foot was enough to really heighten her senses. She surveyed every row of books she could see and checked around the corner towards the front. Still only one lone librarian was around. Ashley did her best to calmly walk back to the reading area. She stood in front her chair looking around again. She may have just verified she was alone, but she was still worried. She let her hands slowly creep up the sides of her skirt. She could feel the cotton panties hugging her hips. Gripped the elastic and pulled it away an inch. Even that small exposure of the little bit of unseen flesh under her clothes was enough to send a chill of excitement up her spine. Before she was caught with her hands up her skirt, Ashley pulled the panties down her legs to the floor. The feeling of the fabric pulling away and leaving her butt and pelvis, the feeling of it gliding down her legs, and it finally resting loosely around her ankles was too much for her. She had to stop and breathe for a moment. She was standing in a library now, and she had nothing gripping her body below her waist. Ashley could have stood there like that for awhile, but the craving for her to finish what she started took over. She turned her back to the chair now, and slowly lifted the back of her skirt. For a moment she flashed her butt to the library, but was quickly seated before anyone could suddenly appear and see it. Again the feelings left her motionless. No longer was anything in the way from her feeling the seat of the chair. As she slowly sank just a little lower, she could feel the material wrap around her bare skin. It felt so great. Something about non-clothing against her skin made Ashley go wild. She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. She tried sitting back, but noticed that she felt something at her ankles. She hadn’t even removed her panties all the way! She bent forward and got her panties removed. She jammed them in her shoes with her socks so they too would remain hidden. Ashley now tried to lose herself in her book. She was now very comfortable, and didn’t think of a way to make it better yet. The book was getting too, almost to the climax. Yet Ashley’s mind again pulled her out of it. Her subconscious wanted more, it wanted more taken off. Her lower half was fairly content, but now her upper body wanted the same treatment. She thought her shirt was fine, but underneath it she had a tank top on, and it felt much too tight against her skin. Her legs felt so great being so bare, so why restrict the rest of her skin? Ashley’s fear was rising now though. Before, taking something off had been easy. Now though she wouldn’t be able to be discrete. To get to the tank top, she’d have to get the shirt off. If she had both off, she’d be nearly topless. Luck had been on her side too though. She also hadn’t seen anyone yet. She again played her game of looking around, and before she had a chance to convince herself it was a bad idea, her hands were pulling the bottom of her shirt up. She got it off her body and laid it on her seat. She hugged herself and shivered. She really felt exposed. She honestly wasn’t. Her skirt was a respectful length, and it was plenty warm to be wearing a tank top. That wasn’t how her mind worked though. Now the entirety of her arms were out, and the tightness of the tank top she felt showed the shape of her body too well. Ashley didn’t even finish looking all around before she began pulling the tank top up now. She was worried, but her increasingly exposed tummy kept a smile on her face. She felt she would just die if someone came and saw her now, but that didn’t stop her. Before her bra clad breast could slip out yet, she did stop. This was a lot. She wasn’t sure she could do this. This was a public library. Could she just so carelessly take her clothes off? Yet even with doubt, her hands wouldn’t pull her top back down either. Her body though needed to be freed she felt. She had to get that awful piece of clothing off. She could get her other shirt on really quick. She couldn’t wait and stall. In a quick motion the tank top was pulled the rest of the way up and off her body. Part 2 Now above all her waist, Ashley only had two plain white cotton cups and a few straps hiding any skin. She laid the tank top on the side of her chair. Again she was frozen from the sudden shock of exposed skin. Now she really had crossed a line. No longer was her exposure necessarily innocent. She was standing with in a public library with only a bra on above the waist. Not necessarily showing more skin than a bikini would, but this was a library she was in, not the pool. She did reach down to pick up her shirt. Yet she didn’t put it on. She wasn’t even really thinking of putting it on. Her logical mind wasn’t in control. She just took the shirt and put it on the chairs armrest. She took a look around, and sat down, not even forgetting to again lift her skirt as she sat so she wouldn’t be sitting on it. Her heart was not slowing. She knew she should do something, but she just sat and soaked it all in. She could feel plenty of her bare back against the seat now too. She did realize though that there was a strip of skin not touching the back of her seat. It seemed silly, but her bra strap was in the way. It wouldn’t be much worse if she just got that out of the way she figured. Without much more thought, the hook was undone, and she pushed the loose ends away. Her bra cups were now loosely over her breast, and her entire bare back got to feel the seat now. It was almost like she was naked in the seat now, right in the library! Ashley then heard something. It sounded like a squeaking sound from behind her. She sank lower in her seat. She was shocked and worried, but still noticed how it felt for her skin to slide against the leather seat. Craning her neck around, Ashley saw the source of the noise. The librarian on duty had pushed a cart and was headed to a back room. Ashley just watched as she went on the other side of the library. Ashley was worried, but knew if she stayed low the librarian wouldn’t even be able to see her bare shoulders from there. When she disappeared behind a door, Ashley decided it was time to get done with what she had started. She had to get her original shirt on before a real close call. Yet as she tried to stretch the hooks of her bra back, she wondered if that was needed. Surely she didn’t need the bra. Just like with her skirt, no one would be the wiser if she had any underwear at all. She did like the way her breast felt without the bra holding them so tightly. Without much effort, she let the bra again droop, and then she let the strap slip down her arms. Topless, she was now sitting topless in the library. The only thing she had on was a skirt, a skirt that just loosely lay across her lap. She knew the librarian wasn’t in just one spot though. She knew she couldn’t just sit like this the whole time. For once reason took over and she picked up her shirt and got it on. She didn’t like it as much as being topless, but at the same time, the shirt was loose enough that she still felt very naked underneath it. Ashley got her book back in hand, dead set on finishing it. Yet every little movement she made reminded her just how naked she was. She could feel the cloth around her body tickle her skin. She could feel the weight of her skirt on her lap. She wasn’t able to concentrate enough on the book. She told herself she needed just last thing taken off. Being where she was and the fact no one was around meant she could probably remove her skirt. She was able to easily undo the zipper. She then lifted herself off the seat as she slowly lowered the skirt. She didn’t want to go to fast, this time she would savor it. She felt its waist band move over every inch of skin from waist to toes. She couldn’t believe that she was slowly becoming bottomless right there in the library. When she took the skirt and put it with her tank top and bra on the arm rest, she finally was able to sit down. She loved it, she felt great! She ran her hands down the sides of her hips and legs. She knew that there was nothing there now. She also knew that her nearly naked status would be obvious to anyone; her nipples were hard and poking against her light shirt. The light coming in from the window wasn’t helping hide that either. Now throughout the afternoon she had taken every bit of clothing off at some point too. It was crazy doing such a thing in public, but she hadn’t been able to stop herself. She sat and moved her legs in the seat, just amazed how exposed she was. Every time she had her legs spread apart she let out small gasps pictures what it looked like. Ashley gathered her clothes and pushed them under her chair, just wanting to feel herself be even more separated from them. She got a naughty idea too and actually got out of her chair. She stayed hunched over so her bottomless state would stay hidden. She then slowly lowered herself to the wood flooring. In a moment she had been crouched there, and in the next she sat herself there in front of her chair. It was silly, but Ashley had to do it. She wanted to see what her bare bottom would feel like against the smooth wood floor. She was also far from disappointed. She giggled thinking what someone would think if they knew a totally bare girl’s butt had been pressed there too. She only spent a few more moments enjoying herself until she had to stop herself and get back into the chair. She wanted to read the book, and now she convinced herself she was comfortable enough. She did her best to keep her mind off her last piece of clothing, the shirt. It would have been easy to convince herself to take it off, after all she was already riskily exposed enough. Yet she told herself she wouldn’t, she had to keep in control. So lucky for her, before she was pushed to a point where she felt she had to take t he shirt off, the story ended. The book she had been reading was now done. She was hoping it was going to last longer. Yet now she hadn’t any more to read. The obvious answer to the solution was to find a new one. Ashley looked over to the book shelves, and then down at the floor. She pulled her clothes out from under the chair. She stared at them for a moment. Her heart was beating like mad still. She knew she should get dress, but she didn’t want the feeling to end. She told herself that there was only one instance of activity before, and that she had pulled off so much already. She told herself that she would be able to hide easy if anything happen. She told herself that she wasn’t going to be able to take no for answer once again. She pushed her clothes back under her chair, and got up off her chair, and started to slowly tiptoe towards the book shelves. Part 3 She was dressed in only her shirt. The shirt didn’t hide this fact either. With every small step Ashley felt its hemline tickle the tops of her butt cheeks. She could feel its material graze over her nipples. She knew that anyone looking would probably be able to tell she was nearly naked. Ashley kept twisting her neck left and right. She looked all around the library to see if she was indeed still alone. She didn’t even know what she would do if someone did come by. She didn’t know where she would hide or how she would handle it. There was very little she could do with her clothes hidden far from reach. Ashley though wasn’t too afraid. She did have her worries, but there were too many other things going on to keep her mind occupied with just that. Her senses were so overly heighten. Her body was almost tingling with joy. She felt wonderful. It almost felt like the lone piece of clothing she had on wasn’t even there. She could feel the cool touch of the floor against her feet. She could feel her bare thighs brush against each other as she made small steps. The ends of the shirt were reminding her how she didn’t have anything on below the waist. Slight air currents would swirl beneath her top, teasing the smooth skin of her back, stomach, and breast. She didn’t feel restricted at all, and it was like heaven to her. In almost a trance she had made it to her destination, the many book racks that weaved all around the library. She still had her finished book in hand, so she began to search for where she had found it from. She smiled thinking of how bizarre the situation as on some level. She was in a public library, just idly returning a book to the shelf, but she only had on her light shirt. It was both funny and exciting. Ashley slid the small novel back between the books it had come from. She now stepped back and looked over the entire shelf in front of her. So many stories, and she wasn’t sure which she would go with. She read a few of the book spines, trying to find a title that would catch her attention. Something though was clouding her ability to find one. She wasn’t sure what though. All she could do was stand and blankly stare at the many books. Her hands though were on their own toying with the bottom of her shirt. She pulled and lift the ends of it, twisting them and tugging them. She couldn’t help but think how nice it would be to not have its weight pushing down on her shoulders, for the fabric to scratching against her skin. Even though moments ago Ashley was happy and content with how she was dressed, that soon changed as she couldn’t stand her shirt any longer. She was clearly naked below the waist, what more risk did being fully naked really carry after all? Ashley had the shirt pulled up farther and farther. Her body was becoming more and more naked. She looked to her sides. She had to the two tall bookshelves keeping her hidden at most angles. More and more her bare stomach came into site. She took in a deep breath as she felt the shirt pass by her nipples. They tingled with delight once the last fold passed them and they were again treated to the open air. Ashley’s felt time slowed as the shirt was around her neck and head. It was like everything mattered on getting the thing off. Ashley wanted nothing more at that moment then removing that shirt, and it was like nothing would stop her. Then it finally was done. Ashley had the shirt up in her hands, above her head, almost like she was holding it like a trophy. She felt a shiver cross over every inch of her skin. She was naked, and finally and completely content. Ashley set the shirt down on top of a kart of books. She stretched her body and gave herself a little shake. It was like she was testing to make sure she was fully naked. She smiled knowing she was without a stitch. She ran her hands across her body, just to feel her nakedness. She loved the feel of every inch of her bare skin. She took a few steps down and up the aisle. She let her eyes wander from her body to her surroundings. It was like nothing else before, being naked there in the library. Before long she casually began crossing over to other aisles. Farther and farther she got away from her clothes. Her hands never stopped wandering. If there was something she liked more than being naked, it was the reminder that she was naked. Her hands glided across her skin. They poked at her skin. They squeezed at her skin. It wasn’t just her feeling her naughty bits that made her skin tingle either. Elbows, stomach, knees, shoulders, feet, and any location of bare skin gave her delight. She stopped in a random aisle, as she again just looked down at herself. She always felt a little happier noticing just how naked she was. She spread her legs a little and thrust out her chest. She giggled as she bent over and gave her butt a little shake. She loved how exposed she was. She knew none of her clothes were nearby either, and that just made her feel more naked and exposed. She then began to step forward towards the center of the library. She didn’t see the librarian anywhere in site, probably still in the back. She was practically alone, and her she felt like she could do whatever she wanted, and that freedom mixed well with the freedom of being away from her clothes. She was now away from her bookshelf cover now too. Again she spread her legs and thrust her chest out. She slowly turned around, looking around the library. She was exposed to almost the entire place. Her body was almost on fire. She wasn’t sure if there was a way to top this, but she knew her subconscious would soon enough will her to push even farther. Lucky for Ashley though, something stopped that part of her brain from continuing on this nonstop escalation of risk. Off far in the store she heard something. It sounded like the main door of the library opening, someone else was now visiting the library! Instinct kicked in, and Ashley scurried to the bookshelves. She was intent on hiding in the aisle. Her heart was beating faster and faster. She heard someone walking around the library. It sounded like she was approaching. Ashley retreated farther down the aisle until she was at the back wall of the library. She hid behind the end of one of the shelves. She looked around its corner to see her new visitor. Another woman had come to the library. She seemed to be looking around, and soon was approaching one of the aisles. Ashley slowly crept down away from where she was going. The librarian now chose to come out the back room. Ashley now had two people who were walking about the library! The librarian approached the new visitor and the two greeted. The librarian apologized for being in the backroom, claiming that it was a slow day and no one had been around. Ashley actually felt a little hurt that her presence had been forgotten, although considering how she was dressed that was probably for the best. Ashley continued to get as far away as she could from the two people. Ashley began to notice that this in itself was an issue though. Although she had many shelves hiding her now, she was also on the opposite side of the library as her clothing. She was naked and trapped! Even in this dire situation though, her skin still tingled and her hands still wandered. If being naked in an empty library was exciting, hiding naked in a library with two other people walking about was even more exciting in its own way. After all, what is nudity and exposure if there isn’t anyone to see it? Ashley didn’t want to get caught though. She wanted to be dressed and get out of there. She knew once again she had let herself get carried away. “Hm this is weird. Someone left their shirt here.” Ashley heard from the librarian. She then heard the sound of the kart being wheeled around. The librarian had found her shirt! Ashley again had to move, so to keep out of the way she again went towards the back wall. As she turned the corner and hid for a moment behind the end of the shelf, a noise had caught her attention to her side. The other person visiting the library was just a couple shelve down, looking at some books on the back wall. If she turned her head just a few degrees, she would probably see Ashley with her peripheral vision! Ashley began to panic and wanted to go back between the shelves, but as she began to approach that, she could see the librarian in view from there too. She was slowly wheeling the kart to the front of the library to what she assumed would be the lost and found. Ashley gripped her body. She held onto her exposed skin, hoping to in some way help her stay hidden. Maybe in some weird way it would keep either of the ladies from seeing her. She was trapped in a corner with nowhere to hide. She knew she had to do something though. She couldn’t stand there waiting for one of the two to glance her way. Stepping a few steps forward, very slowly, she made sure to be out of sight of the librarian in the very least. She began to think as fast as she could. The other visitor wouldn’t be staring at the same spot forever. Ashley figured if she was a row or two up, she’d be able to again hide between shelves, but that far up she wouldn’t be seen by the librarian either. She started off slow, so not to make any noise as she got closer and closer to the other visitor. One arm was still over her breast, although it had start shifting against her bare skin. Her other hand was over her pubic mound, but it began to rub from her thigh across to her hip. Even in this very risky situation she was still compelled to remind herself how naked she was. Past one row now, Ashley felt she might make it. She licked her lips as she shivered. She felt so nervous, but at the same time she felt so alive. With a few quick steps and what almost felt like a leap, Ashley quickly closed the gap between herself and her destination. She held her breath as she dared to look around the corner. The other woman hadn’t even looked over to her yet. She sighed in relief when she saw she couldn’t see the librarian the other way either. Finally she was back to cover again. She wasn’t safe yet though. She still had to get to her clothes! Part 4 Ashley used the nearby shelf to keep hidden. She was safe from where she was, naked in the library, but that would only be true if the two other people there were to stay away from her. Ashley was glad for the quiet nature of the library, it meant she could hear when people were coming or not. She hadn’t heard the clacking of the librarians shoes in awhile, so she was probably still up front. Ashley could see around the corner that the other visitor had gone into one of the rows of books. She wished she could just hide where she was until it was safe to come out, but she knew that wouldn’t work. It would be a matter of time until she ended up backed in a corner probably. She had to be proactive and get to her clothes! This wouldn’t be easy though. The shirt she had been wearing was now gone, and the rest of her clothes were hidden under a chair, off at the side of the library where she wouldn’t have the most adequate cover. She also was on the wrong side of the library. She’d have to travel all the way around the place to get back to the reading lounge, and that meant getting past the other visitor. Ashley figured the best course of action would be sneaking around the outside. Although it was a bit linear and lacked many alternate options, she wouldn’t be out in the middle of the library, and so she would be able to stay out of sight of the librarian. Ashley tried to not waste any time thinking too much on this, she knew she had to get this over with. She turned the corner she was hiding behind and began walking towards her destination. She had a rough idea where the other visitor was, but wasn’t exactly sure. The closer and closer she got the slower her pace came. Ashley was slowly creeping up to every row of books and would first look in each before continuing. She tried listening, but the other visitor must have stopped moving because she couldn’t hear any footsteps. Ashley wrapper her arms around her chest beneath her breast. She was worried she wouldn’t be able to get out of this, but at the same time wasn’t sure if she would be able to keep calm and collective. Even in this risky situation part of her didn’t want her to get to her clothing. Ashley then saw her around one of the row corners. The visitor was luckily still looking at the books on the shelf and didn’t notice Ashley spying. Ashley quickly retreated around to the other side. Ashley couldn’t help but breath deeply. She was now at what she thought would be the hardest part. She had to somehow pass that row without being seen. When she was able to get her breathing calmed again she began to spy around the corner. The other visitor was now pulling a book off the shelf and seemed to be skimming it. Ashley’s whole body was shaking. Would this moment be the right time to go or should she wait? Knowing if she stayed in one spot, that would only improve the chances of the visitor switching rows into hers, she had to move now. With one final glance, Ashley darted pass the aisle. Even though it was only for a brief second, Ashley had been completely visible to the visitor, her entire naked form. Ashley didn’t stop at the next row though. She went by two more before turning into one and immediately slouched down so she was sitting with her back to the shelf. Even though it was a short dash she felt out of breath. She wanted to try and listen for the sound of shock, or perhaps the sound of the other visitor chasing her. Ashley couldn’t hear anything though, the ringing in her ears from the adrenaline and the beating of her heart were too loud to her. She brought her hands to her neck to try and feel her pulse; she knew this was probably not good for her heart. Even though she was having one of the biggest scares of her life, the next thing she did was look down at her body as she let her hands drift over the bare skin. She thought about how she had to look if the other visitor had seen. How her whole bare body was in plain sight for those few short moments. She knew that it would have been shocking to see a naked girl running about a library. Ashley was able to force herself to calm a little. She didn’t hear any signs from the other visitor. Hopefully this meant she wasn’t seen, and not the woman was just stunned in silence and about to sneak up on her. Ashley rose to her feet and she stretched her body. She couldn’t believe how her body felt. It was so tingly and exhausted at the same time. Even with all the hassle her nakedness was bringing her, she had a feeling that this event wasn’t about to spoil any future times. She wished in ways it would so she would stop being compulsed into these awful situations. Ashley was about to look around the corner to see if she could finish this all up, but she was lucky enough to hear the sounds of the visitor walking again. She also started to worry because they sounded like they were coming her way. She backed away from the back wall of the library. She didn’t know where to go. She knew if she went too far back in the row that the librarian would be able to look over and see her. The visitor wasn’t stopping though. It wasn’t long till Ashley could see her stepping into her sights! Lucky of Ashley she wasn’t looking. Instead she was bent over a little, her eyes sight going along the bottom row of books that was lined across the back wall. Ashley knew though if the lady turned around, she’d be done for. She also was running out of room to move back towards. Another step or two and she could be caught by the librarian at the front desk. Ashley again had to think on her feet. With the other lady so close to her, the best bet she had was heading away from t he wall and towards the middle of the library. Inching her way that way she was able to spy that the librarian had her eyes on her computer. With another mad dash Ashley was out in view of others. She knew it wouldn’t take much for either of them to see her completely exposed body. Out of the aisle, Ashley looked to her right to see the rows were almost done. She thought it would be best to just go fast now rather than back into a row and trying to inch her way there with the other visitor around. Ashley looked back behind her. The librarian had yet to move at all, and in no time flat Ashley was far enough that she was past the wall that kept her hidden from the front desk earlier. She now only had to worry about one person for the time being if the librarian kept working at the front. Ashley dashed by every row until she was at the far wall. She had the reading lounge to her right and the shelves to her left. Instead of rushing into the reading lounge where she’d lose her chance for cover she took refuge between the wall and last book shelf. She hadn’t far to go. The hardest part would be getting dressed out in the open. She knew there was a chance that the other girl would be able to see her if she was in one of the rows and looking in her direction. Ashley would need her luck to last a little longer. Ashley used the last book shelf as cover as she again spied around its corners. The other girl was probably in another row since Ashley couldn’t see her. This meant Ashley would really have to hope that she was busy looking at the books. Ashley snuck to the end of the shelf again and looked at the clearing ahead of her. A few steps of nothing, and then she’d have to take the step or two up onto the wooden floor the reading area had. Pass a few low chairs and seats, and then she’d be back where she started. She let her hands pass up and down her bare sides once more before she would make this final dash. She wanted to be safely dressed again but she didn’t want to forget the wonderful feel of her exposure any time soon either. With dead silence all around her she began her dash to her chair. She didn’t even bother to cover her body. She knew that if anyone would see her, they would tell she was naked, so she decided with such risks anyways; she might as well go all in and let her whole body be completely bare without even her hands for cover. She looked all around at the library. It was almost hard to believe she’d been naked all the way on the other side not long ago, and with two people around to possibly catch her. She stopped at her chair and ducked down. She had to take a moment rest, hopefully she hadn’t been seen. She slowly rose and peeked over the chair. She didn’t see anyone looking at her, but she could see the other girl in one of the aisles. She had a book in hand and began to leave the aisle, meaning Ashley had to keep hidden. She stayed low to the ground. She began to pull her clothes out from under the chair. She couldn’t dress the way she was, she had to wait naked and crouched. Ashley’s luck was pushing itself though. Out of the corner of her eye Ashley saw something outside the large bay window that she hadn’t been paying much attention to. A bicyclist had just ridden by! There was a path that went around the back of the library, and she had forgotten all about it! Again trapped between two places where people could see her and the irony was that she had clothes gripped in her hand but no room to put them on. Ashley listened for footsteps, but again the beating of her heart and the ringing in her ears prevented her from being able to do that. She couldn’t look over the chair again or her bare back would be seen. Before she had loved how the chair was so low and comfy, now they were only causing her more issues. The only choice she had was to look out the window. She wondered if before anyone had gone by why she was sitting exposed in the chair. Was it possible that she was already seen? She tried shaking the idea from her head, that if anyone had seen her so exposed before sitting in a library they would have stayed and watched or come inside and complained or something. At any moment someone could come by now and see her low to the ground naked, her butt sticking out towards them. The girl in the library might also come to the reading area and find her! Ashley tried calming herself. She had to just wait for a sign that it was safe. She knew that she could get away with this, or at least that she had to get away with this! She then heard it, the sound of people talking. It was the librarian and the visitor. She was checking out a book, which meant that they weren’t able to see the reading lounge! Ashley sprang up happy to be safe, or at least that’s what she thought for a moment. She remembered the window and almost screamed thinking about a cyclist going by again now. Ashley was now able to finally get redressed. Yet she winced and hesitated when she thought about the underwear. Even through all that she had been through, the idea of putting her panties back on seemed like too much of hassle after the freedom her nudity brought. Ashley knew she couldn’t hesitate for long, and just quickly put on her skirt and tank top on. She slipped the bra and panties into her bag and was ready to leave now that she was dressed. On her way out she considered getting her shirt back, but she felt far too embarrassed to ask for it. She also wasn’t the most confident walking around in the tank top. After being naked, she wasn’t ready to let herself be seen. At least she told herself she didn’t want to be seen. As soon as she was outside she couldn’t help but sneak around to the back of the library. She found the window that had a clear view of her seat. She remembered how she had been sitting in that seat completely exposed. The things she had done. Heck, she could almost picture herself running to her seat naked at that last stretch there. Without her underwear on, and the memory of the way her nudity felt, Ashley was again subconsciously tugging at her clothes. Before long she was naked behind the library, looking around to make sure no one was on the path and the librarian inside wasn’t looking out at her. She promised herself it was only for a few moments. It only took a few close calls of her hiding in the bushes as some joggers went by to convince her it was time to go home. Of course with so few clothing on, and a few blocks to walk, Ashley had a few more hard times keeping dressed until she got home. The End.

Amy the Exhibitionist by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous part. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 15 – My first few months at University - seventh part Gym Club When we went for the next session we didn’t bother even taking our PE kit with us and just stripped off and walked into the gym. Ruby and Abigail were waiting for us, both dressed in their PE shorts and tops. Katie asked Ruby if she and Abigail were going to get naked, but Ruby said that they weren’t and that they shouldn’t have let things go that far last time. I asked why not, saying that they’d obviously enjoyed it. Just then the 2 video guys walked in. We got started and went through the same 40 minute routine that had done the last session. The video guys seemed just as keen to video our boobs and pussies as the last time, and I bumped into them a couple of times. The fun part finally started but just before it did I said that we 4 girls thought that it would be a good idea if Ruby and Abigail joined in ALL the exercises. They agreed so I said that it wasn’t fair that they were wearing clothes and that they would be at a disadvantage. The other 3 girls agreed and Ruby finally agreed and started taking her shorts and top off. The thing was, unlike last time, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I wondered if she planned on getting naked. Abigail followed Ruby. The Crab race went well, but this time the video guys had 6 pussies and 12 boobs to zoom-in on. Sarah’s little none boobs attracted a lot more video time than ours. Maybe the guys thought that she was 12 and liked young girls. The Splits presented us with a little problem in that everyone was doing them. We got round that problem by splitting into twos and going down right in front of someone else. That way each of us could reach forward and check (finger fuck) the pussy in front of us. Any excuse for a finger fuck. The Splits seemed to take longer than the last time and Abigail got me soooo close to cumming. I think that she was trying to tease me a bit. Instead of the Parallel Bars we decided to have a competition on the trampoline. We had to see who could get the highest and bring our legs up into the splits position while at the top of our bounce. Little Sarah won that one. The Handstand race went very much the same as the previous time except that the video guys got in the way too much and kept causing us to fall over. I think that we were all waiting for the wrestling, and we weren’t disappointed. Ella was first up, with Abigail. Once they were on the floor Ella took great pleasure in squeezing Abigail’s big tits and nipples. I think that Ella’s concentration on Abigail’s tits caused her to end up under Abigail in virtually the 69 position. Ella lost it when Abigail started teasing her clit. Ella was counted out but Abigail kept on going until Ella screamed out in a noisy orgasm. Abigail got up with a big grin on her face. Katie’s match with Sara started. Poor Sarah was no match for Katie and Katie was soon sat on Sarah’s face. Sarah did what every one of us expected, and ate out Katie. No one even bothered counting and Katie soon reached an orgasm. That left me to take on Ruby. I don’t know how I managed it but Ruby ended up on her back with her legs right over her head and her feet touching the floor behind her head. And the best bit was I was sat on her legs, facing her pussy, with my pussy on her face. The thing was, she could still lift her shoulders a bit, and as she struggled they lifted just a bit so that the others couldn’t count the 3 seconds. I took advantage of her and first licked her pussy and gently chewed her clit. She started licking me so I started pushing first 1, then 2, then 3 fingers into her. Ruby must have wanted me to keep going because she kept lifting a shoulder off the ground just enough for the others to see. With one hand I was 3 finger-fucking her and my other hand was rubbing her clit. Ruby orgasmed (but I didn’t), and I kept going. All of a sudden something made me look up. There they were, about 10 young men watching me finger fuck a student teacher. I froze – with my fingers still inside Ruby. The guys knew that we’d seen them and started clapping and cheering. Some of them were telling us to keep going but we didn’t. We slowly got up and slowly walked out, with big grins on our faces. I don’t know if the video guys knew the football guys had been watching, but they certainly didn’t let on. On the way out Ruby reminded them where they were sending the video files and I reminded them that they were going to send me a copy. Ruby and Abigail joined us in the shower and the pleasure continued. Before they left, Ruby and Abigail thanked us for our help with their project, and we thanked them for such a good time. Blackmail - Professor Thomas Gibbons The 4 of us arrived at the time that Mary had told us. We were all wearing jackets as well as tops and miniskirts. We were greeted by Mary outside the building. When we went in we were greeted by 3 men who told us to walk through this archway slowly, and one at a time. Mary went first and paused in the middle, a speaker said, “Hello Mary.” Mary turned and told us that the IT department were trying out a new face recognition system that they’d developed. Katie walked into the arch, the speaker said, “Hello stranger, please state your name.” Katie said, “Fuck off.” Ella went in and gave her name as ‘Mother fucker’. Sarah gave her name as ‘Big tits’ and I gave mine as ‘Sweet pussy’. We laughed and entered the main room to chaotic sight. There were students and racks of clothes everywhere. We were each assigned to a group of students, mainly female (but there was one boy in my group); who had their own little area to work in. I was told to strip naked and given a place to stand whenever I came back to that area. When I was naked one of them told me that I had to stand there and anyone who wanted, student or guest, could come and select anything from the rack and either dress me or get someone else to dress me. They could then tell me to pose any way they wanted, or tell me to go and show someone, or go and walk down the catwalk. They would then undress me. A bit strange I thought, but what the hell. I was going to be naked in front of lots of people that I didn’t know. There must have been going on for 50 people in that big room before things started. Most of them were wandering around and staring at the 4 nude models that were just standing there. Then it started. A man came over and picked up a dungarees dress. It was like a denim skirt size 25 (yes 25), with a little bib and 2 straps over my shoulders. He put it on the floor then lifted one leg at a time and put my feet in the dress. He then lifted it up and fastened the straps. I looked stupid. The bib was slightly to one side and my left breast was hanging out. The skirt was so big that there was room for Katie in there as well as me. The only parts of the whole thing that touched me were the straps on my shoulders and the bits of the bib that touched my breasts. I liked the idea, but nowhere near that big. Once the man was happy, he had me walk round the room a bit. Everyone ignored me. Another man came and got out this little Maids outfit. It wasn’t bad, but it was so small that my backside and pussy were on display. There were no knickers with it. The man took great delight fondling my breasts as tried to get them in the bra part of the dress that was so small that there was no chance at all. He too had me walk to the other side of the room and back. One man came over and had a rummage through the racks and found a strapless bikini bottom. I watched his face turn to a big grin when he realised what it was. It was held in place by this short dildo like ‘lump’ that pushed into my pussy. A man took great delight pushing it in me. He then had even more delight as he told me to walk down the catwalk then round the room. When we got back to my ‘base’, the man took ages pulling it out of me. In fact he pulled it out and put it back in about five times. Whenever there was none of the public dressing and undressing me, the students dressed me in some of their ‘creations’. Two of the girls always managed to have to handle my breasts and crotch for some reason. I lost count of the number of times that one of their fingers found its way inside me. Other ‘creations’ of the students included: - A skirt with side splits up to the waist. A skirt that was just 2 rectangles of material. A skirt that had a back, but only a 3 inch wide strip down the middle at the front. Totally see through skirts. Totally see through dresses in various designs. I have to say that a couple of the skirts and dresses were quite nice. They seemed out of place in this ‘collection’ of strange outfits. A mesh top with holes big enough for my nipples to poke through. A miniskirt so small that they didn’t cover my ass or pussy. It was more like a belt. A dress made of strips of plastic held together with string. A dress with no sides. A skirt with no sides. A weird dress thing. The skirt part was about 5 inches long and the top was a 3 inch strip of leather covering my breast bone, and lots of straps going round me. My breasts were totally exposed. A bra with holes for my nipples to poke through. A bra that was made entirely of string. Nothing covered my breasts. Thongs that didn’t cover anything. These were just like the one that I made for our holiday to Ibiza. There was even a wedding dress that would double as a French Maids outfit. At the end, Mary got on the loudspeaker system and told the 4 ‘models’ to come to the cat walk. I was the last there because I still had a top on and the students insisted that I take it off and go out naked like the other 3. When we were all there, Mary told us to walk up and down the cat walk in a line, and to remember to out one foot directly in front of the other. While we were doing that, Mary asked for the audience to give us a big round of applause for being such co-operative models. It felt strange and artificial walking up and down that cat walk. After that we were told that we could get dressed and leave. I have to say that the whole thing was weird, where do these arty, farty people get their crazy ideas from? What world do they live in? Certainly not the same one as me. We met up at the door went through the arch and out. As we went through the arch a speaker said, “Goodbye Mother Fucker, then “Goodbye Fuck off,” then “Goodbye Sweet pussy,” and “Goodbye Big tits.” We laughed, when Sarah said, “What the fuck was that exhibition all about? That was the weirdest excuse that I’ve ever known for groping a girl. And what’s more some of the cunts thought I was a boy because my tits are so small.” Ella said, “Sarah, I’m not trying to be nasty or anything like that, but you don’t have any tits, just 2 very suckable nipples.” Fortunately, Sarah wasn’t upset; she just said that it was cheaper on clothes being like that. We all laughed as we walked to the pub. When we were away from the building I pulled out the strapless bikini bottom that I’d had to wear. Nobody could guess what it was, but when I told them they all wanted to try it. At the pub Ella kept going on about the strapless bikini bottom so I gave it to her and told her to try it. Ella had a quick look round, lifted her butt up, put the bikini bottom on the chair, held it in place with one hand and lowered herself on to it. You could see the pleasure in her eyes as she relaxed. After a couple of minutes she said that she wondered how easy it was to walk in it. She stood up and went to the other end of the pub and came back. The verdict was that she would like to go for a long walk wearing just that. Katie and Sarah said that they’d wait until later to try it. We talked about Prof Gibbons and wondered what he was going to make us do next. Blackmail - Professor Lesley Jones Again, nothing; I was starting to wonder if she was ill or something. No chance of being ‘forced’ to do anything before Christmas now. Flashing one of my Professors and Labs group Both Sarah and I flashed Prof Gibbons again this week, although we left the remote vibes back in our rooms. He never said anything to us as we left. My Thursday / Friday Job The only interesting time was when we had a couple of visitors. As Bob suspected, people from other companies in the same building suddenly needed to come and see him. Any excuse to see the naked girl. Anyway, I led them into Bob’s office and Bob asked me to stay. I just knew that Bob was giving them an excuse to look at me for longer. The thing was, I had my Pocket Rocked in and it was slowly doing its job. As they droned on and on about something that I didn’t understand I was getting warmer and warmer. That tingling was getting stronger. I started fidgeting and moving from one foot to the other. I could feel my face burning. Bob was ignoring me but the 2 men kept looking over to me. I smiled at them but I was actually gritting my teeth. I got closer and closer. I tried to fight it but I knew it was going to happen. My whole body tensed up and shook. I have no idea how I managed to stay silent but my teeth hurt a bit afterwards. When the peak subsided I physically relaxed and looked at the men. One was staring at me with a grin on his face. Did he know? I didn’t care. Christmas Holidays My first term at university flew by and before I knew it I was on the bus going home for Christmas. Katie had another couple of lectures that she had to go to, and Ben’s course didn’t finish for another week. On the second night that I was home I decided to try the ‘little girl’ trick that Ella had worked on her Dad. Mum and Dad and I were watching TV when I decided to give it a go. At worst I could be told to stop being so stupid and go and put some clothes on, and at best I would get my parent blessing to be naked around the house. I told Mum and Dad that I was going to get ready for bed and went to my room. I took my clothes off and went to the bathroom, got washed and cleaned my teeth. Taking a big deep breath I went down stairs, still naked, and sat back down on the sofa. Dad was the first to see me and he asked me if I’d forgotten something. That triggered Mum to look up from the TV. She said, “Amy, what are you doing?” I came out with the little script that I’d rehearsed, “Mum, do you remember when I was a little girl and you used to let me run around the house and garden without any clothes on?” I didn’t wait for her to answer, “You also let me sunbathe naked while we were on holiday in Spain, and in the back garden here, last summer; so what’s the difference with me being naked then and now?” “Well, Amy since you put it like that I suppose there isn’t much difference. It’s a lot colder outside at this time of the year but I don’t suppose that you’ll be going out in the back garden; and the old man next door isn’t there anymore, so I guess that it will be okay. Mind you, when we have any visitors you’d better put some clothes on, I don’t want you giving someone a heart attack.” “So it’s okay with you Mum,” I asked. “Yes, just so long as your Dad is okay with it.” Dad shrugged his shoulders. I’d done it. It was now okay for me to be naked at my parent’s home any time that I wanted. “Oh Mum, what happened to Old Misery Guts? I asked. “He got sick and had to move to a residential home. His family have rented the house out to a family with 2 young teenage kids.” My Mum told me. A couple of days later I was home alone and I could hear someone outside at the back. I ran upstairs and looked out. There was 2 kids about 13 years old bouncing a ball in the back garden next door. The inevitable happened and the ball bounced over the fence. I waited for the front door bell to ring but it didn’t. Instead I heard a noise at the side of the house. The little brat was getting the ball without asking. I ran to the back door and opened it. The lad was just picking the ball up. I said, “Excuse me, it’s polite to knock on the door and ask if you can get your ball back; not just go barging straight in.” The poor lad just stared at the naked me. I continued, “Next time you knock first, okay?” I shut the door and the lad came out of his trance and ran off. The lad must have told his sister because about 5 minutes later the front door bell rang. When I opened it there was this girl there. I recognised her from when I looked out of the back, upstairs window. She giggled a bit when she saw that I was naked. I asked her what her name was. It was Lizzy. She asked if she could get her ball. “Yes, of course you can, come on in and I’ll show you through.” I said. She came in and we walked through to the kitchen. She was still giggling a bit so I asked her if her brother had told her about me. She nodded, then after a slight pause she asked me why I had no clothes on. I told her that I didn’t like clothes and that I only wore them when I had to. “You’re lucky,” was all Lizzy said. I let her out of the back door and waited for her to get the ball. As I waited I looked at the fence and saw her brother looking over it at me. I smiled. When Lizzy came back in I lead her to the front door and said, “I know what it’s like being a teenage girl. If you ever want to talk and I’m here, just come round. You’ll be welcome anytime.” Lizzy smiled as she walked down the drive. A couple of days before Christmas my Mum got a phone call, a long phone call. When she hung up she turned to me and asked me if I remembered her sister. “You mean the one that you get a Christmas card from each year and that we haven’t seen since I was about 3.” I said. “Yes, that’s the one; well, she’s coming to England at Easter and she wants to meet your Dad and me in London for a couple of weeks. A business and pleasure trip for them. They’re going to pay for everything. The thing is, they have 2 teenage kids and they’re not bringing them with them. They want someone to look after them and their dog. I volunteered you and Ben, I hope you don’t mind.” “You said that they’re coming to England, where do they live?” I asked. Mum told me that they live in one of the southern Greek islands, Rhodes. “Wow!” I said, “And how old are the kids?” Mum told me that Dimitri is 14 and Alexis is 13. I told Mum that I was up for it and started thinking about 2 weeks in the sun with no adults around. It would be a fuck fest. Ben arrived home a couple of days later. I was home alone and the first thing that he did was to ask me why I was naked. I didn’t answer him because I was so excited about a holiday in Greece. He told me that there was a university field trip over Easter and that he wouldn’t be able to go. My heart dropped. I couldn’t be bothered to tell him about my nudity agreement, but when he heard the door opening he told me that I’d better be quick and get some clothes on. I didn’t move. Mum walked into the room and greeted Ben then asked him if he’d be able to cope with his little sister being nude all the time. He shrugged his shoulders and said that he’d get used to it. If only she knew. I told Mum about Ben’s field trip and she said that perhaps Katie could go with me. I felt a bit happier. That night I phoned Katie and my heart dropped again. Her Father had arranged a short family holiday, saying that it was probably the last holiday that they’d have as a whole family. Katie didn’t want to disappoint them. In bed after I’d frigged myself to a reasonable orgasm I hit on the idea of taking Ella or Sarah. Next morning I bounced into the kitchen, naked, and told Mum about my idea. Mum said that she’d run it by her sister and get back to me. That night she phoned her sister and then told me that it would be okay for 3 girls to go, but that she’d only pay for 2 of us. I told Mum that we’d find the money somehow. I just had to go and phone Ella and Sarah and ask them if they would like to go. Fortunately they both said that they would never miss a cheap holiday in the sun. I got very bored just into the New Year. I’d been wandering round town, looking at all the sales and seen that they’d built a temporary Ice Rink in the town square. When I got home I told Mum about it and she suggested that I go and have a go. I reminded her that I had only ever been Ice Skating once in my life and that I’d spent most of the time on my backside. Mum told me to phone Katie and ask her if she wanted to go; and then she told me to ask the kids next door. I told Mum that I didn’t want to, but she persisted, saying that it would be a good way to get to know our new neighbours. Mum won; and I put some clothes on and went next door to ask them. Lizzy and Jason’s Mum is quite nice actually, and said that she’d be happy to get them out from under her feet for a couple of hours. Arrangements were made. Next morning I put on a thick miniskirt, thick top, thick jacket and knee length boots (nothing else) and went and collected the kids. Jason played the gentlemen’s role and let me go up the stairs on the bus into town before him. Well that was his excuse for looking up my skirt. On the bus I got them talking, they’re not bad kids really. We met Katie and managed to get a family ticket to get in. It was only when I saw people going round and round; and quite a few of them falling over, that I realised that my backside was going to get very cold. Katie looked as apprehensive as me. As we looked at each other, Katie said, “I haven’t got any on either.” We looked a bit odd because we were the only girls that had bare legs. The other girls in skirts all wore tights or leggings underneath. The inevitable happened and it wasn’t long before a few people knew that we were naked under our skirts. Lizzy and Jason knew as well. On 2 occasions that I fell down, Jason also fell down, right at my feet. The second time that it happened I realised that it was deliberate. Jason was staring right up my skirt. As my backside got colder I reached down to my ankle, rubbed it and said that it hurt. Jason was still looking at my pussy. Lizzy skated over like a professional and asked me if I was okay. I said that I was and asked Jason to help me up. The cheeky sod put his hand on my bare thigh and slid it right up to just short of my pussy as he helped me. I didn’t complain. We stayed there for about an hour before deciding to leave. As we were taking the skates off I made sure that Jason had another look. I saw that Lizzy was looking up Katie’s skirt as well. We decided to go to McDonalds and sat talking. I got them to tell us where they’d come from and other such trivia. We had one thing in common, they were going to the same school that we did. Jason excused himself and went to the toilet. While he was away Lizzy asked if we often didn’t wear knickers, and weren’t we cold. We both laughed and told Lizzy that a lot of girls didn’t wear knickers these days and no, we didn’t get cold, with the size of knickers and thongs these days they wouldn’t make the slightest difference. Lizzy then asked if we wore knickers when we went to school. I told her that I stopped when I was her age and that I didn’t let my mum know for years. I told Lizzy that I just used to put clean knickers in the washing bin each day. Lizzy just had time to laugh and say, “Sneaky,” before Jason reappeared saying, “Who’s sneaky?” No one answered him. Katie left us and we got the bus home. Jason made sure that we went upstairs and that he followed me up again. Ben and I have been sneaking in to each other rooms just about every night for a quickie. It will be good to get back to uni so that we can have a few long, slow fucks without fear of being interrupted by anyone other than Katie. Mum insisted on buying me some clothes before I went back. When I chose short, thin miniskirts she told me that I’d ‘catch my death of cold.’ I guess that’s an old wives tale. Unfortunately, with my Mum being with me it was impossible for me flash anyone. Email from Ella One day towards the end of the holiday I got bored and decided to check the newpsorority yahoo uk email account. I was a little surprised to find this email from Ella: - Hey Sorority Sisters, I’ve just had this amazing couple of experiences and I just needed to tell someone as quick as I could. I know that I could have waited until we get back but I just couldn’t wait. My Dad invited his sister and her family (hubby and son 2 years younger than me) to spend a couple of days with us at Christmas. I was a bit pissed because it meant that I had to wear clothes while they were there. Our house only has 3 bedrooms so the boy (Zak) had to sleep on the floor in Toby’s room and my Aunt Claire and Uncle Joe used my room. I had to sleep on the sofa. Anyway, the first night that they were there everyone went to bed and I took off my skirt and top (all I had on) and got under the quilt on the sofa. I couldn’t sleep and was hot under the quilt. I had one foot on the arm of the sofa and the other on the floor so my legs were wide apart. Most of the quilt was on the floor and only my torso was covered. I heard someone walking downstairs and didn’t fancy talking to them so I pretended to be asleep. The light went on and I heard someone walk into the kitchen, then the tap running. Then I heard them walk back to my feet end of the sofa. There was silence for ages and I was just starting to think that they’d crept out and forgotten to put the light out when I felt the quilt slide right off me onto the floor. I was about to reach for it to pull it back onto me when I heard a very quiet, “Wow!” Someone was standing there looking down on my naked front. I could feel my pussy getting wet and my nipples going hard. My heart started pumping faster and faster. Were they still there? I didn’t dare open my eyes. After what seemed like hours with no noise, I thought ‘what the hell’ and slid my hand to my pussy. I slowly started rubbing. I wasn’t sure if anyone was still there and the possibility that they were, and my fingers, soon brought me to an orgasm. Apart from a quiet moan I managed to contain myself. I let my hand slide down beside me. I could feel a pair of eyes staring at my naked, exposed, wet pussy. I was contented and happy. A minute or so later I felt the quilt being pulled up over me; then the light went off. I opened my eyes and could just make out a pair of men’s PJ bottoms going up the stairs. I know that it wasn’t Toby because he always wears boxers when he leaves his bedroom, so it was either Uncle Joe or Zak; or my Dad. Nothing was said next day so I stayed awake that second night and lay in the same position. I was starting to think that it was just a one-off and tried to go to sleep when I heard someone on the stairs again. Everything went the same as the previous night except that my pussy rubbing was lot more vigorous, and I used 2 fingers to fuck myself. My moaning was a lot louder as well. When I orgasmed I’m sure that I had a big satisfied grin on my face. Same as the previous night, there was a long pause, but this time I could hear heavy breathing. Then I felt something wet land on my stomach. It was definitely a man. A short while later the quilt was pulled over me, then the light went out. I looked at the stairs, but I wasn’t able to see more than the PJs. I moved my hand to my stomach and found a blob. The taste confirmed that a man had shot his load on to me. Again, nothing was said at breakfast; and my relatives went home that afternoon. Mum and Dad have got used to me being naked most of the time, but Toby still isn’t comfortable. One day, I can’t remember why, but I hugged him while I was naked. He was obviously tense, but I felt his hard cock pushing his trousers against my stomach. I hugged harder and longer. I’m so looking forward to going back to St. Damian's; I can’t wait to serve you again. Yours obediently, Ella On another boring day I decided to go and visit the girls in the shop where I used to work on a Saturday. Ann (the manager) hugged me and asked if I wanted either of my jobs back. I laughed and asked her if she’d got another live mannequin yet. Secretly I’d been hoping that she’d ask me to be a mannequin for the afternoon, but she didn’t. Pointing to a young girl tidying a rack on the other side of the store, I said to Ann, “Is that the new girl?” Ann nodded so I looked round and saw that the there weren’t many customers in, so I asked her if she minded if I had a bit of fun with her. Ann laughed and said, “Go for it girl.” I went to the stock room and got a couple of skirts and a dress from the damaged stock bin, then snuck into the changing rooms. I stripped off and put one of the skirts on. I had selected one that was a low-riser with a little zip at the front. I played with the zip and forced it to get really stuck. I opened the half closed curtain and I went to the entrance to the changing rooms. I shouted over to the new girl and asked her if she could help me. She looked at me with a bit of shock on her face. Well, I was topless in the main store. She hurried over to me and guided me back into the changing area then asked me what she could help me with. I held the top of the zip and told her that it was stuck and that I couldn’t get the skirt off. The girl led me into the changing cubicle that had my clothes in and knelt down in front of me. She waggled the zip trying to get it open. She couldn’t get it open so I told her that it might be easier if she got one hand behind the zip. By that time I’d opened my legs and the skirt was a tight fit. I pushed my bum backwards to give the girl more room. The girl said, “Excuse me,” and put her hand up my skirt. As she did that I brought my bum forward and thrust my hips forward. The girl’s hand hit my pussy and one of her fingers went inside my wet pussy a bit. The girl froze and I let out a little moan. “That’s nice,” I said. The girl kept her finger there for a couple of seconds then pulled it out and apologised. She held her hand just below my pussy as I said, “That’s okay, it was a pleasant experience. Can you get the zip please?” The girl’s hand went higher and rubbed against my pussy as it went. I moaned again. As the girl worked on the zip the skirt rode higher and higher up me and the back of her arm rubbed against my pubic bone. The girl finally managed to get the zip open and as I closed my legs the skirt dropped to the floor. The girl was still knelt there with her face inches from my naked pussy. I stepped out of the skirt and stood in the same place, but with my feet about a foot apart. Without looking up, the girl asked if there was anything else that she could help me with. “Well actually, now that you’re here, you could help me with that dress.” I said and saw a hint of disappointment in her face. The girl got up and took the dress off the hook. It had buttons up the front and she stood right in front of me as she opened them. I could feel the heat coming off her body. She asked me to lift my arms up and she slid the dress over them. It fell into place and she started fastening the buttons. As she did she rubbed against my nipples and then my pubic bone. I stepped out into the main area to look in the big mirror at the end. The girl stood slightly behind me to one side. I smoothed my hands up my body and cupped my breasts. I then slid them down to my hips and rubbed them over my hips, bottom and stomach down to my pussy. “It doesn’t feel right.” I said as I slid my hands back up to my breasts and tweaked my nipples. “Here, get behind me and feel and tell me what you think.” The girl did just that. She stepped behind me and put her hands on my little breasts. She caressed them and squeezed them through the thin dress. I moaned and my head went back on to her shoulder. Her right hands slid down to my stomach and her left hand slid in between the 2 sides of the front on the dress and onto my right breast. She squeezed my breast and toyed with my nipple before unfastening the buttons all down the front of the dress. Now, remember where we are, in the changing area but not in a cubicle. Anyone passing the entrance to the changing area would be able to see us. Both of her hands were on my bare pussy; one hand was playing with my clit and the other was finger fucking me. It didn’t take long for me to start shaking and cumming. The girl backed off and came round to my front. She looked at me still shaking and said, “Is there anything else that I can help you with madam?” I grinned and said that I was just fine thank you. I took a deep breath and went and got dressed. Now that’s what I call Customer Service. As I exited the changing area I saw a man, on his own, holding 2 dresses up. He looked as if he was trying to make his mind up between the two. I went over to him and asked if he would like me, and the other assistant (pointing at the girl who had just left me) to model them for him. He looked surprised then said, “Yes please.” I took the dresses off him and led him to the changing rooms. I called the girl over again and gave one of the dresses to her and told her that the customer would like to see these on us. The girl looked at me as I ushered her into one of the cubicles saying, “Put that on for the man.” She started to protest so I told her that it was her job to do what the customers wanted. She looked a bit stunned and went all silent. I went into the next cubicle and left the curtain open. With the man watching me I took my top and skirt off and put the dress on. I made sure that I was facing him as I did it. I went out of the cubicle and asked him what he thought. He nodded his head and said, “Good, can you do twirl please?” I did, and he continued, “I need to see the other dress.” I looked over to the cubicle that the girl was in, the curtain was closed so I opened it – wide. The girl was just pulling the dress down over her head and we saw her bra and thong. She finished sorting out the dress out and came out looking like she was in zombie mode. “Not bad,” the man said and asked her to do a twirl. She did. It was my turn to dominate her and I said, “It doesn’t look right with a bra on, you’ll have to take it off.” I went in front of her, unfastened the dress and pulled it over her head. I gave it to the man to hold and unfastened her bra and pulled it off. The girl tried to cover her breasts but I pull her wrists down by her side. I then put my thumbs into the elastic of her thong and pulled it down. She instinctively stepped out of it leaving her naked in front of the man. Her breasts are about the same size as mine, but sag a bit. She has shaved her pubic hair so that she just has a little heart shape at the front. I got the dress from the man, gave it to the girl and told her to put it on. We both watched her dress and do a twirl for the man. He looked from the girl to me and back, then pointed at the girl and said, “I’ll take that one please.” We both watched the girl take the dress off, put it on its hanger and passed it to the man. He left and I turned to the still naked girl and told her to wait there. I took off the dress that I was wearing and gave it to her and told her to go and put it back on the rack. She looked at me as if to say, ‘But I’m naked,’ “NOW!! I shouted at her. The poor girl scurried off and came back a minute later. “Now eat me.” I said. The girl got on her knees in front of me and licked my pussy. I let her do that for a while then said, “Now dress me!” She went and got my skirt and top and put them on me; keeping her hands off my interesting bits this time. I walked out of the changing area leaving her to get dressed. I went over to Ann and said, “You didn’t tell me that she liked girls.” Ann laughed and said that she thought that it would be fun for me to find out on my own; and that she liked my touch of sending her out naked. We talked some more and was still there when the girl came out of the changing area. She came over to us, probably fearing that I was complaining to the manager. Ann turned to her and introduced me to her as the ‘Live Mannequin Girl’. The girls said, “You mean….. her….. you… well I’m so pleased to meet you Amy, I’ve heard so much about you. You are amazing; I wish that I had the nerve to do that.” Ann said, “Any time you want girl,” and left to go to talk to a customer. We talked a bit more then I had to leave. More to cum soon……. Amy

Amy the Exhibitionist by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous part. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 5 This part is about my last year at school. But first a few basics about my body and my best friend. My body I’ve grown a little taller but I’m happy to say that I’m still quite slim. My breasts are still a ‘C’ cup and still as solid and pointy as ever. No droop whatsoever, which is a good job as I haven’t worn a bra for months. I’m still plucking out every pubic hair that gets long enough for my tweezers to get a grip on. Katie Katie still isn’t quite as brave as me when it comes to her exhibitionism. But she’s getting there. When she’s with me she’s great and we have lots of fun; but when she’s on her own she sometimes chickens-out. Not sure if I’ve mentioned this before, but Katie has stopped wearing underwear, trousers and shorts as well. We often wear each other’s clothes. Katie’s breasts seem to have stopped growing as well. They’re the same size as mine, but not as ‘solid’. She openly admits that they have rounded lower halves, unlike my ‘cones’. They’re very nice to play with. School Our school has a rule that pupils in their last year don’t have to wear school uniform, so you can guess what I’ve been wearing. Yep, short, miniskirts, and tops that have had the male teachers and older boys staring at me. I love it. Katie has been wearing similar clothes for school and she tells me that she’s almost permanently wet with all the attention she gets, just like me. Even though History has never been one of the subjects I chose to continue it, I still went to the classes. The first time that I went after we chose our subjects the teacher looked surprised that I was there, and told me so. I told him that even though History wasn’t one of my core subjects, I wanted to keep ‘showing’ my interest in the subject. I emphasised the word ‘showing’ and the teacher smiled and asked me if I would be using the same front row desk. I smiled back and went and sat at the same desk. I don’t know how that man managed to get through the lessons with him staring at my puss most of the time. PE is one of the subjects that both Katie and I opted-in for. Three reasons, firstly for the exercise, secondly it was an opportunity for flashing, and thirdly, it was an excuse to be in the girls changing room and therefore the showers (see Part 1 – The School Gym) after the girls gym classes had finished. At first some of the girls were a little shocked that I wasn’t wearing anything under my PE skirt, and I got a few snide comments; but as the weeks went on, first Katie, then another, then another of them started wearing PE skirts and a few of them stopped wearing knickers as well. By the end of the last year there were 14 girls in the class and 10 were wearing PE skirts and 7 of us went commando. Sometimes when we were playing hockey, some of the boys would come and watch. When they did, Katie and I would ‘accidentally’ trip up near where they were standing. For some strange reason we always ended up on our backs with our legs wide apart. Katie told me that she had a little orgasm one time when one of the ‘hot’ boys was staring at her bald puss. Windy days seemed to distract some of the boys from their football and rugby and we often had an audience watching our game. We had a new PE teacher for our last year, another young woman in her early twenties. When she realised that I wasn’t wearing knickers she stared at me, probably a bit of a shock. At the end of that lesson she called me into her office. She told me that as long as she didn’t get any complaints I could continue going knickerless. I thanked her and told her that I was happy because I no-longer owned any knickers. She told me to be careful if I was going around the school in short skirts and no knickers. As I walked out Katie was outside the door and she told me that the teacher had a big grin on her face. During those Gym lessons we frequently ended up in positions where our skirts were up round our waists. Just about every time, the teacher would be close by and watching. Both Katie and I are convinced that she’s a lesbian. School Cleaners. One day Katie and I were wasting sometime in the school library when a cleaner came in. Katie said that she wondered if male cleaners went into the girl’s gym changing rooms. That set us thinking and planning. We knew that there was only one cleaner at school during the day and that others came in just after the kids left. We’d seen them. We tried to think of an excuse for us to stay back after school and finally decided that we could pretend to want to join one of the after-school clubs if anyone asked. When school ended that day we went to the girl’s changing and discovered that it was empty and that the gym teacher had gone home. We went in and worked out what we were going to do next. We decided that since the gym was empty we would get changed into our PE kit and go and have some fun in the gym. It was easy to get the big rope out. As we got changed , walked into the gym and as I started climbing the rope we worked out that if a cleaner came in, great, if none did, then still great, we would have a few orgasms on the rope and leave. Our plan never got any further than that. I was at the top of the rope when this middle aged cleaner came in with a big brush. He stopped and stared at us. Katie said that we were just getting an extra workout and that it was okay for him to continue. He grunted and continued to the other end of the gym. As he got closer to us I had an idea. I quickly undid my wrap around skirt and let it fall. As it started to fall I screamed and shouted “Oh shit!” As the man looked up at me I started sliding down the rope with it pressed hard against my pussy. My clit bounced along the knobbly bits and I came before I reached the ground. I lay on the ground still shaking with my legs open, my skirt a couple of yards away and the man and Katie staring at me. After a minute or so of no one saying anything or moving, I got up and said, “I’m okay, thank you for asking,” and went to my skirt and put it back on. The man walked away. Katie went up the rope next. As she orgasmed coming down she screamed. I guess that the man thought that it was because she was coming down, not because she was cumming. We had a little think and decided that it would take the man about 10 minutes to sweep the gym. What could we do to fill that time was the problem until Katie thought of handstands. Well, we were both knickerless and wearing skirts that we knew would end up round our bodies if we went upside down; and loose fitting T-shirts. We pushed the rope back against the wall then had a competition to see which of us could walk the furthest on our hands. Up we went and down came out skirts and T-shirts. We were laughing and giggling as we set off down the gym towards the man. I think that I was the first to walk out of my T-shirt, but Katie walked out of hers shortly afterwards. The man was trying to ignore us but he kept looking over towards us. Katie fell down first, and then I did, into the crab position. We got back up and continued. Then I remembered that I can balance better if I open my legs wide. My gaping pussy pointing to the ceiling as we passed the man. He even turned round to watch us. Katie got to the wall first and we lowered our selves down and stood up. I bent over and put my hands on my knees as I got my breath back. My naked breasts hanging down. Then Katie said, “Race you to the other end – on our hands.” Up we went and were off. Katie had seen that I was balancing better by keeping my legs wide apart so she did as well. We went either side of the man whose eyes quickly darted from one to the other of us. I won that race and we went to get showered straight afterwards. We walked out topless, forgetting our T-shirts. We took our skirts and trainers off and went into the shower. We were still there, kissing actually, when the cleaner came into the changing room carrying our T-shirts. He shouted hello but we ignored him and carried on kissing and caressing the others buns. We heard ‘hello’ again, this time louder. I looked over to the doorway and saw the man holding our T-shirts. I broke away from Katie and we both walked over to him without covering-up at all. We took the T-shirts from his outstretched hand, thanked him and Katie gave him a kiss on his cheek. We put our T-shirts on a coat hook and went back to the shower. I looked back and saw that he was still watching us. Still looking at him I rubbed my hand down over one breast and over my pussy and loudly said that he could watch for as long as he wanted. He turned and walked out. We never saw him again. Student Gym Teachers. About two weeks before the end of the year, the teacher came into the changing room as we all arrived and told us all that the lesson was going to be different on 3 counts. Firstly, because the maths lesson after PE was cancelled because the teacher was off sick and that there were no other PE lessons that day, those of us who wanted to could stay for a double lesson. Secondly the lesson would be run by 3 student teachers; and thirdly, the student teachers would be running a series of exercises to record how flexible and nimble girls our age were. I asked if it would be a fair sample as all the over-weight girls had opted-out of PE for their last year. I was told not to worry about it. One of the other girls (Maddy) that had started wearing a PE skirt and no knickers asked the teacher if she could sit out of the lesson. When asked why, she said that she didn’t have any knickers with her. The teacher got mad with her and told her that she had to be in the lesson and that it was her fault if she was ill-prepared. Shortly after that a young woman came into the changing room and went to talk with our teacher. Watching the other girls get changed I saw that 2 of girls that had stopped wearing knickers kept their thongs on and the 5 others (including Maddy, Katie and me) were commando. When we went into the Gym there were 2 young man there dressed in gym kit. Maddy again asked our teacher if she could sit out and was told that she couldn’t. One of the male student teachers told us all to sit on the floor while he explained what we were going to be doing. As we sat crossed legged Indian style I made sure that my little skirt was up and my bare pubes was visible. I noticed that Katie did as well. The man was nearly at the end of his talk when he suddenly realised that he could see my bare pubes. He went bright red but continued talking. I’d been watching all 3 of the student teachers during the talk and the other man got a tent in his shorts too. The woman hadn’t seemed to notice our state of dress. Our normal teacher had been in the gym with us during the talk and at the end she asked everyone if everything was good, then left saying that she might check in on us later. The 3 student teachers then put us through a whole load of tests / exercises and made notes on their clipboards. The male student teacher had already explained that some of them might seem a little child-like but necessary. But if we got into the spirit of it all then we would have some fun. The more interesting of the exercises were: - Bending and touching our toes without bending our knees. This was the first exercise and all 3 student teachers were confronted by 7 bare teenage girl’s backsides. 2 thongs – remember. All with legs spread a bit. The 3 student teachers got together behind us and had a little discussion. I could over-hear bits of what they were saying and it was obvious that what they were talking about. I over-heard ‘lock’ and ‘doors’ and one of the men went out of the gym and came back a couple of minutes later and told the other that our teacher had told him that she knew about our state of dress and that everything was okay. We were then told to stand up straight. Running on the spot for 2 minutes. No problem except for the ‘big’ girls and those (like Katie and me) who weren’t wearing bras. My nips had gone rock hard as soon as I walked into the gym and seen the 2 men, and the running was making them even harder and a little bit sore. Star jumps. That certainly opened our pussies. Running to the other end of the gym and back. We were all timed for this, and by the end, my T-shirt, and most of the other girls were sweaty and clinging to us. Crabs. We were all told to lean over backwards and land in the ‘crab’ position. Those of us wearing short PE skirts discovered that this left our pussies exposed and wide open because our feet were apart. The 3 student teachers walked in amongst us making notes and looking at us. By that time my puss was VERY wet and very swollen. I could feel my clit poking out. None of the 3 could have failed to notice. From my head upside-down position I could see 2 tented pairs of shorts and 3 flushed faces. Was the young woman enjoying the sights as well? I was certainly wondering. Cartwheels. We all had to take it in turns to do 3 cartwheels in one continuous run down the gym. The inevitable happened and by the time we got to the end all of the skirted girls had their skirts up round their waists. Headstands. Now this was fun. We were split into groups of 3 and took it in turns for each of the groups of 3 to do the headstand. The other 2 had to stand close by and help the girl doing the headstand get up straight. When we were told what we would be doing I quickly realised the one group of girls would be one person short. I quickly grabbed the nearest girl, Maddy and pulled her over to the nearest male student teacher and asked him to make up our 3. He looked around and soon realised that one of them would have to join us. He said he would and we moved into an open area. When we were told to start Maddy said that she would go first. Now both Maddy and I were wearing loose fitting T-shirts that weren’t tucked into the waist band of our skirts, without bras. I don’t think that Maddy realised what would happen. As she went up her skirt fell to her waist and her T-shirt went round her neck and over her head. Her skirt didn’t slide past her breasts so they were on display as well as her pussy. She let out a little squeal and started to drop her legs but both the teacher and I grabbed an ankle each and kept her upside down. As she tried again to drop her legs I started to pull her legs apart. I think natural instinct got the better of the teacher and he pulled outward as well. We both got a great view of her wet bald pussy. Maddy struggled again and we slowly let her down. Her face was bright red. It was my turn next and I was upside down in a second. My T-shirt dropped and covered my head and my short skirt went inside out. Fortunately it wasn’t long enough to reach my breasts so all my goodies were on display. Now I’ve always been good at balancing so standing on my head was easy. I even opened my legs wide the back and front almost into an inverted splits position. The male student teacher and Maddy just stared at my shiny, aching, swollen pussy. After a couple of minutes I realised that everyone else was standing up looking at me. I dropped my legs to the floor and stood up letting my clothes drop back into place. The teacher said ‘very good’. I think that he was talking about my balance. Next was the turn for the third person in each group to do a headstand. The teacher was reluctant to do it at first but after a bit of persuasion up he went. His shorts went up a bit, but not enough for me to see his balls. I did see a wet patch on the front, near his waist band. When I realised that I wasn’t going to see anything I looked round the room. There were 2 more pussies and 6 tits on display. One of the pussies was one of the girls that normally goes commando but had decided to wear her thong today. I could see all of her pussy as the thong had disappeared inside her pussy lips. I wondered if she realised. Handstands. Another one that I enjoyed. One by one we had to stand on our hands then see how far we could walk on them. All 3 student teachers watched and timed us. I don’t know why they couldn’t have got 3 of us go at once, but I wasn’t complaining. As we lined up to start Maddy whispered that she didn’t want to do it because the 2 men would see her pussy again. I whispered back telling her to enjoy it, that I knew that I would. The 10 girls that were wearing PE skirts all showed what they weren’t wearing underneath their skirts for varying lengths of times, although Maddy and 2 others fell over after only a few seconds. 7 of us had our pussies on display, even the 2 who were wearing thongs because they had both turned into wedgies with the little triangle above their slits and the strings hidden in between their pussy lips. Out of the 14 of us, 8 had loose tops on and these fell over our breasts. 6 of the 8 were not wearing bras and 2 of us (Katie and me) were wearing skirts that didn’t fall far enough to cover even part of or breasts. All 14 of us kept our legs apart to some degree for balance but all were enough to give everyone a good display. All 7 of us had completely bald pussies. As I said earlier, I’m quite good at balancing things and I was able to stay walking on my hands for ages. After all, I’d done it before in the gym. As soon as I was upside down on my hands my skirt went towards the ground and my T-shirt followed it as far as it could go. The movement of walking on my hands soon had it round my elbows. This was restricting my movements so I walked out of it leaving it in a pile on the floor. As I walked around I opened my legs quite wide to get better balance. I even walked right up to the student teachers with all my goodies fully on display. Eventually I decided that I couldn’t stay up any longer and went right over into the crab position right in front of the teachers. Someone threw my T-shirt to me and I put it back on. Rope climbing. The best of all. I suppose they were testing our arm strength. One of the thick ropes that are suspended from the ceiling was pulled out and we each had to see how far we could climb up. We lined up. I was about fourth and Katie about tenth. The 2 male student teachers stood at the bottom of the rope to catch any girl that fell while the woman took the times and heights. I did quite well and got very close to the ceiling. I enjoyed the men looking up my skirt as I went up. At the top I needed a rest and wrapped the rope round one leg for extra support. As it went round that leg it went between my legs and was pressing on my pussy. I quickly realised that by easing the grip of my hands there was more pressure on my clit. I was experimenting with this when the woman teacher shouted for me to come down. I slowly slid down the rope letting the knobbly rope rub against my clit. Because of all the earlier exposure I was close to having an orgasm and that rope was just what was needed to take me over the edge. When I was still about 2 yards off the ground it hit me. I screamed, lost my grip and fell. I was still in mid orgasm as 2 sets on men’s arms caught me and lowered me to the ground. I was still shaking as they stood up and looked down at me. My skirt was still up and my throbbing pussy staring up at them. They didn’t know what to do and just stood there looking at me. The woman teacher came over and pushed one of the men out of the way. She kept asking me if I was okay, and did it hurt anywhere. I was so dying to say that the only thing that was wrong was that I needed a big cock inside me as soon as possible. Needless to say I didn’t say that and I was soon walking back to the lines of girls. I stopped when I got to Katie and she said, “Have you just cum?” I smiled and asked her if she saw how the rope was wrapped round my leg when I slid down. When it came to Katie’s turn she did exactly as I had done and as she slid down I could see that telling expression on her face. Katie made it to the ground on her own, but her legs gave way when she let go of the rope. The 2 male teachers were staring down at a second pussy that was in the throes of an orgasm. This time the female teacher didn’t go over to Katie and one of the male teachers put out his arm to help her onto her feet. Katie had a big satisfied grin on her face as she walked passed me. Vaulting Horse. Our school gym has a vaulting horse and it was brought out along with some sponge landing mats and the little trampoline that is used for the students to jump over the horse. First we all had to just bounce on the trampoline and jump over the horse without touching it. We all managed that easily though some of the landings were a bit awkward. The trampoline was moved about 2 yards away from the horse and we all had to bounce on the trampoline, jump as far as the horse with our legs wide apart and put our hands down between them. The idea was that our hands handed on the horse and that our feet were far enough apart for us to get over the horse. Thankfully the teachers had put a couple of the mats in front of the horse as 2 of the girls didn’t make it. The trampoline was moved to about 1 yard from the end of the horse. We then took it in turns to bounce on the trampoline, spread our legs and hopefully get right over the other end of the horse. I deliberately didn’t bounce hard enough and I landed about half way along the horse, one leg either side and my pussy pressing down on the horse. As I got off I noticed quite a few other ‘snail trails’ where some of the other girls hadn’t made it. After this exercise the student teachers let us have a 10 minute break and we all went to get a drink of water. We were all talking about the 2 hot male student teachers, how embarrassing it was having our pussies on display and how much of a turn on it was being on display like that. Two of the girls that were wearing knickers under their PE skirts and one of the girls getting a wedgie from her thong, all went to the toilet and came back with their underwear (bras as well) in their hands. I guess that they’d seen the pleasure that we commando girls were having. Sit-ups. When we went back into the gym we were all told to lie on our backs with our knees in the air, feet flat on the floor and our hands against our thighs. We were then told to do 100 sit-ups. I looked round at the other girls and saw that nearly all of us had our knees and feet about a foot apart. With me going up and down my skirt had fallen down a bit and each time my head was up I could see my very wet, swollen pussy with my clit poking out. As we counted to 100, all 3 of the student teachers walked in amongst us checking that we were lifting our heads enough. One of the men stood at my feet for ages as my juices seeped out of my pussy and ran down to the floor. As I got up I saw a little puddle. Upside-down cycling. Probably not its proper name, but I’m sure that you’ve know what I mean. After a short rest with us still on our backs we were told lift our lower bodies and put our feet as high as possible. We were told to support our waists with our arms and then pretend to pedal a bike. One of the male teachers asked me if my bike had a saddle 2 feet wide. Apparently that was how far apart my feet were. Squats. As a group we all had to do 100 of these with our feet apart at shoulder width. Each time we were down we had to count to 10 before getting up. Each time I went down I could feel my pussy lips part and my clit say ‘hello male student teachers’. Stomach crunches. As a group we all had to do 100 of these. Lying on our backs, knees in the air, feet flat on the ground and our hands on the side of our heads. All our knees were wide apart. When I’d got down to start I’d made sure that my bare backside was on the floor and the front of my skirt at pussy level. With me going up and down my skirt had fallen down a bit and each time my head was up I could see my very wet, swollen pussy with my clit poking out. Splits. The student teachers wanted to see how many of us could do proper splits, right down to the floor. Only 6 of us could. As it turned out, the 6 of us that were wearing PE skirts with no knickers. The problem was that our skirts covered the bottom of our torsos so it was difficult to tell if we were right down. The female teacher told us to raise our skirts a bit so that they could check. My skirt was a wrap round one so instead of lifting it up I unfastened it, took it off and put it behind me to one side. The woman teacher looked at me and said, “Okay, I suppose that works as well.” Each of the teachers looked between our legs and the floor to check that there wasn’t a gap. Luckily it was one of the men that came to me. As he bent down I lifted myself up a bit so that only my clit was touching the floor. He told me that he wasn’t sure that I was right down. I suggested that he get a second opinion hoping that he would ask the other man. He did, and the other man bent down and looked. His face was so close to my pussy that I could feel his breath. After a few seconds he got up and said that he wasn’t sure either. They called the woman teacher over and asked her for her opinion. She got down on her knees and put her face close to my pussy. She said, “Hmm!” and slid her hand under my pussy. As her fingers touched my clit I shuddered and gave out a loud moan of pleasure. Everyone was looking at me but I couldn’t help it. That contact made me have another rush and the teachers hand got quite wet. She pulled her hand out, looked at it, smiled at me then put her hands on my shoulders. She pushed down and my puss went flat on the floor again. This caused another loud moan. If she had done it again I was sure that I would have cum. The teachers were satisfied and did some writing on their clipboards as we were told to get up. When I got up I looked for my skirt but couldn’t find it. I guessed that one of my classmates had pinched it. I wasn’t going to make a fuss so I just told the woman teacher that my skirt had gone missing. She looked me up and down then told me that there was only one more exercise so I could manage without it till the end. I wasn’t complaining, but I suspected Katie had something to do with it. Parallel Bars. This was the last of the exercises, and I have to say that in spite of the sexual excitement I was getting knackered by that time. Our school has these for those who fancy gymnastics. The bars are nearly 2 yards off the ground. The teachers explained that the exercise was to hang from one of the bars by our knees. We then had to bend our waists and pull our bodies up as high as we could 10 times, without using our arms. The first problem was getting up there. The teachers solved this by moving the vaulting horse over to the bars. We had to climb on the horse, then the bars, shuffle ourselves along then lower ourselves down. We could only do this one at a time and everyone else watched. As it turned out, all the girls wearing shorts went first. One of them was wearing a loose top and when she lowered herself down it went inside out covering her head. We all watched as she struggled to manage to get her head to her knees 6 times. All the time her breasts were saying hello to all of us and she could not see a thing. The problem of how to get off the bars was solved by the 2 male teachers supporting our shoulders while we swung our knees up and off the bars. When it came to the girls in skirts I just knew that the 2 male teachers were in for a treat. I managed to get myself to go last and all the skirted girls were wearing loose tops that fell over their heads. The teachers were treated to the sight of an assortment of breasts and wet, bald pussies. I noticed that when Katie lowered herself down, her legs were quite wide apart and when she admitted defeat she took ages to lift her legs up and over the bars. The last exercise by the last person of the day was me. As I climbed up on the horse I caught my top on something and stretched it a bit. That gave me an idea and I discreetly stretched it some more round the neck part. As I shuffled into the right place my skirtless, bare ass was pointing at everyone. When I looked over to them, every pair of eyes was glued to my naked ass. That sent a little shiver through me and rush to my pussy. When I was in the right position I opened my knees as far as I could then slowly lowered myself down. As I went down I felt my T-shirt go with gravity. As planned it didn’t stop at my neck like the other girls had. Instead it kept going down my arms and off onto the floor. I let out a little fake scream which prompted the female teacher to ask me if I was okay. I was naked apart from my trainers; in front of 2 ‘fit’ young men and a young lady that had been staring at wet pussies for the last hour, and a half and had touched my soaking, throbbing clit. And on top of that my knees were wide apart and my puss was dripping. Of course I was okay. I was delirious. I really took my time raising my head to my knees. Each time my head came up I looked at my puss and thought ‘god I need something in that.’ I got wetter and wetter. My juices were starting to run down the crack of my bum and down my front to my belly button. Each time my head was down I had a good rest and looked round the room. Right in front of my eyes was the crutches of the 2 men. I could clearly see the outline of their cocks and the wet patches at the top. I so wanted to reach over and grab hold of them. Thinking about this, my total exposure and all that had happened earlier made me cum. I started shaking and moaning. I screamed again and the woman teacher told the men to get me down. I don’t know if anyone other than Katie realised what had happened. It was the first time that I’d had an orgasm without anything touching my pussy. I had managed 7 pull ups when the men got me down. They moved closer and lifted me up by my shoulders. As I came over and down I let my hands move to the men’s cocks and gave them a little squeeze. Katie later told me that she had seen that move but she didn’t think that anyone else had. I stood there naked with my chest and pussy pounding. My tits were going up and down as I took lots of deep breaths. After a minute or so I started looking for my T-shirt but it was nowhere to be found. I still don’t know where it went. The woman student teacher then announced that the session was over and she thanked us all for taking part. We walked to the changing room with me still naked. The 2 men went into the boy’s changing room and I never saw them again. As we went into the girl’s changing room our proper teacher came out of her office and asked if everything was okay. The student teacher told her that everything had gone very well and thanked her. Our teacher then asked what had happened to my clothes. The student teacher told her that they had got caught on something and ripped, but that I was okay. As the student teacher and I walked on she whispered to me that it was ‘quite a performance that I had put on in there’. Before I could say anything she was off out of the door into the rest of the school. The girls were all excited when we were in the showers and most of them (including Katie and me) took advantage of being naked to bring ourselves off. I happened to look over to our teacher’s office and saw that she was watching us. I found my skirt with my clothes. The next time that we had a gym lesson I saw that all but one of the girls were wearing PE skirts and all of us were knickerless. Katie and I also persuaded our gym teacher to let us climb the rope again and left us to it providing that 2 girls stood at the bottom ready to catch the climbing girl if she fell off. I reckon that the teacher knew what we were going to do, and 9 out of the 14 of us had orgasms as we slid down the rope. There was nearly a fight to see who could go first. The other thing about being in the top year at school and having lots of free lessons was that Katie and I could plan when the girls gym changing room would be empty just before the boys had a gym lesson. It took us about a month to work it out, the girl’s gym teachers routine, and know when we could sneak into the changing rooms, get naked and go into the showers and wait for the boys to come in. Katie was worried about getting into trouble the first couple of times that we did it, but the boys weren’t going to complain about seeing 2 naked girls. Our gym lesson was the last but one period on a Wednesday. We worked out that if we hung back the teacher would leave us to it and go home. The thing was that the senior boys had a football practice after school and would be in the boy’s changing room about 50 minutes after we should have been out of there. Those 50 minutes seemed like hours as we sat around naked waiting. We passed the time talking about our bodies, Ben and other boys, and mutual masturbation. When the final bell went we knew that we had about 5 minutes to get into the shower, unlock the door to the boy’s changing room and get wet on the outside. We were both wet on the inside well before we turned the shower on. Giggling and laughing we heard the door open but ignored it until we heard one of the boys say something. We turned to face them, screamed then told them to fuck off out of there. The first week that we did that they went out and shut the door. The second week they stayed and told us that we weren’t supposed to be there, that our gym class had finished about an hour before. We told them that we were late finishing because we had been told to do a job for our teacher. All the time we were just stood there not trying to cover our tits or pussies. We could see a couple of hard-ons starting to sprout under their towels. After a minute or so I told them that we were going to finish our showers and it was up to them what they did. Some of them stayed and watched us but others went and finished getting changed ready for their practice. We did that about once a month throughout the rest of the football season. Each time some of the boys came and watched us, and thankfully they had the sense not to try anything. The last time we did it was just as the football season ended. But we made it different. Instead of being in the showers before their practice started we waited until it ended. We kept quiet until 2 boys came in. They were naked and holding their towels. One of them said, “What the fuck,” and we turned round to face them. As we stared at each other Katie said, “I see that you are pleased to see us,” Both their cocks were rising. We all stood still as more naked boys piled in, all stopping dead as they saw us. Eventually I couldn’t stay quiet any longer and I told them that we need to shower; they needed to shower so let’s just get on with it. After a few word between themselves, most of the boys hung up their towels and walked towards us. What an experience, about 15 naked rapidly getting hard cocks moving all around us. If they hadn’t been schoolboys I’m sure it would have turned into a gangbang. At one point one of the boys shouted that their gym teacher was coming. Katie and I moved behind lots of the boys and ducked down a bit as the teacher stuck his head round the door and shouted for them to keep the noise down. After that close call Katie wanted to get out so we left. As I went out I brushed my hand against 3 cocks. I was very wet, outside and inside. Easter Holidays The weather wasn’t too bad and Ben was at home for most of the 2 weeks. Mum suggested that Ben and I go camping for a few days and agreed that Katie could come with us; on condition that we took both the family tents, one for us girls and one for Ben. Well we took the 2 tents but only one of them came out of its bag. Although Katie knew Ben and had masturbated for him on video-cam a few times, she didn’t really know him that well. We put that right the first day at camp. As we loaded Dad’s car he said that he thought that our short skirts were a bit inappropriate for camping and that he hoped that we had packed some jeans. I told him to stop being an old grouch. My Dad drove us to a little campsite in a village near the hills and left us to pitch the tent(s). It was a little site next to a pub and only had a few tents on it. As we were pitching our tent 3 young men came out of the pub and went to a tent not far from us. They sat outside their tent and watched Katie and I bending over to push the pegs in. Needless to say that by the time the tent was up; all 3 had seen both our pussies. We went into our tent to get some food and both Katie and I ended up naked. We had left the door of the tent rolled up so the 3 young men may have been watching, we never looked. Ben asked us to strip and we did straight away. He watched us while we ate then Ben stripped and fucked us both. Katie and I were a bit loud and we heard a few ‘encouraging’ comments from the 3 young men. In the afternoon we went for a bit of a walk up a path on the hill, through a big wooded area. It wasn’t long after we passed the last farm house that I took my top off, then my skirt. As my skirt came off Katie decided to join me. We walked for about an hour without seeing anyone. At one point we came across a big tree that had fallen over. Ben told us to go and straddle the tree trunk and grind our pussies into it. I found a knobbly bit and rubbed my clit back and forward over it. I had a nice orgasm looking down the hill to the campsite and wondering if any of the 3 young men had brought binoculars with them. Katie brought herself off as well. Ben just watched. On the way back down Katie and I stayed naked right until we saw some signs of life, which wasn’t until we had passed 4 houses. That night we went to the pub and spent the evening enjoying flashing our pussies and listening to the expected comments about us, and also about Ben being a lucky bastard. It was nice and sunny when we woke up, and it still was after we had had a great 3 some. I opened our tent door, setup our little stove just outside tent and Katie and I cooked breakfast. The bacon and eggs were well on their way when I remembered that both Katie and I were still naked; and that we had a little audience. We decided that we had better put something on so we went in and we put on one of the little thong bikinis that I had made. We could no longer be accused of being naked on a public campsite, but the material certainly didn’t cover much. All the time that were cooking, eating and clearing up we’d had a little audience. They still watched us as Katie and I tried on most of our clothes as we decided what to wear that day. We were in the tent, but the door was rolled up so they could see everything that we did. It didn’t really take long as we didn’t have many clothes with us. We didn’t go far that day, in fact only as far as the little kid’s playground in the village. It was set back from the main part of the village and surrounded by trees. We talked a lot about everything and nothing, stripped and messed about on the climbing frame, seesaw, and swings; and fucked again. Ben wanted to see us bring ourselves off upside down on the climbing frame, so we did. Another evening in the pub followed. We drank a little too much and Ben had all on to get me to keep my clothes on. After that it was fucking, sleeping and more fucking in the tent. One thing was that in the pub Ben kept referring to me as his little sister. That got a few funny looks from the yokels. Dad picked us up that afternoon and both Katie and I fell asleep in the car. When we got out Dad said that I still looked tired and that I must have had a lot of exercise. I didn’t say anything. Mum and Dad worked as normal over the Easter holidays so Katie spent quite a bit of time at our house. We didn’t get many clothes dirty, but Ben and Katie knew each other quite well by the time we went back to school. End of year party. Another highlight of my last year at school was an end of year party. One of the girls (Billie) hosted it when her parents told her that they were going away for a weekend. Needless to say some of us acquired some alcohol and we all had a great time. I’d read on a web site about a girl that pretended to get really drunk and let all sorts of things happen to her that she wouldn’t have remembered if she had actually been drunk. I told Katie that I wanted to do that and after a couple of real drinks Katie started getting me glasses of water, telling people that it was vodka. Both Katie and I had gone there wearing floaty short skirts, skimpy tops and no underwear. We didn’t look slutty or out of place because most of the girls were dressed the same, even to the lack of underwear. I started acting a bit drunk, sitting on the stairs with my legs open or dancing close to a boy and putting his hand on my bum. I even fell over a couple of times letting everyone around see my pussy. After a while I fell back onto a sofa with my legs wide open and my top pushed to one side so that one of my nipples was exposed. Shortly after Katie came and sat next to me and shouted that I was drunk and had passed out. She continued saying that I liked to flash people and she pushed my skirt up and undid my top. Katie shouted for people to come and have a look. That was an open invitation for the boys to come and grope me, and they did. As I pretended to be out cold I felt my tits being squeezed and mauled and my nips being tortured beyond belief. They have never been treated so roughly, but I enjoyed every minute of it. My pussy got similar treatment and was very wet. A point that some of the boys commented on. I was loving every minute of it and I knew that I couldn’t last long before I went over the top. I think it was when I heard a girl’s voice telling me that I was such a slut, and I felt my clit being gently rubbed that it hit me. My body convulsed and I let out a loud scream. I managed to keep my eyes shut and heard one of the boys say, “fucking hell, she even cums when she’s out cold.” I think that I actually fell asleep for a bit because the next thing I knew I was being carried and Katie was telling 2 of the boys to be gentle with me as they carried me upstairs. Katie followed and the boys dumped me down on a bed. As the boys left, Katie whispered for me to stay where I was for a bit. Then she left. I was laid on a bed with my arms and legs spread and my clothes in disarray. My pussy and 1 of my tits was uncovered. I left them like that and started daydreaming about scenarios that involved hunks of men. A while later I heard the door open and 2 people come in. I didn’t recognise their voices, but they were definitely boys. The light went on and one of the boys shook my foot. I ignored it and kept my eyes closed. Then my shoulder shook and one of them called my name. Again I still pretended to be out cold. Next I felt my skirt go up round my waist and 4 hands start to slide all over my body. One of them asked the other what they should do with me. The other said that he didn’t have any condoms with him but that shouldn’t stop them from having some fun. Those 4 hands groped my tits and puss for ages before I felt my head being turned to one side them my mouth being opened. Then I felt a hard cock being pushed into my mouth. I couldn’t help myself, I sucked. “Fucking hell, she even gives blow jobs in her sleep.” I heard one of them say. The other said, “Shit, I’ve never felt a pussy so wet.” Then I felt a tongue on my clit. Wow! I didn’t last long. I came as the boy shot his load down my throat. How I managed to keep my eyes closed and my arms and legs relatively still, I just don’t know. The boys heard my moans even though my mouth was full. The cock in my mouth started to go down and one of them said, “Swap ends.” They did and my mouth and clit were used again. This time the cock in my mouth came before I did, but the mouth on my clit kept going. I had swallowed and my mouth was empty when I did climax. This time I screamed – but kept my eyes closed. The boys left leaving me to ‘sleep it off’. After a bit of day dreaming I decided that I should go and find Katie. I arranged my skirt and top so that I looked semi decent and walked down stairs pretending to look like I had the hangover from hell. One girl who was stood with a group of boys asked me if I was okay. I told her that I’d just dreamed that I’d been having sex with 2 men. The boys sniggered. I found Katie in the kitchen looking a little pissed. She was very loud and swaying about a bit. She really did look drunk and stank of booze. I took her for a dance and we danced for a while with me holding her up. One of my hands had accidentally (honest) gone up inside her skirt and I was holding her up by her waist with her skirt trapped under my arm. Her head was resting on my shoulder. I heard one boy say ‘nice ass’ and realised what I had done but I didn’t let her skirt drop. She could thank me later. After about 10 minutes she hadn’t shown any signs of sobering up so I half walked, half dragged her upstairs to sleep it off. When she collapsed on the bed I looked at her and thought she looked great. I decided to strip her just in case someone else went in there. They would see her gorgeous naked body spread all over the bed. I pulled her legs wide apart and left her. I went downstairs and danced with some girls and some boys. Most of the boys took great pleasure (so did I) in putting their hands up the back of my skirt and fondling my bum and puss. I guess that my not stopping them encouraged them to go further. Later, Billie (the girl whose house it was) switched off the music and asked what games we wanted to play. There was only one game that the majority wanted to play, twister. The mat was unfolded and the people for the first game were chosen. I’d always enjoyed playing twister in a short skirt and I wasn’t disappointed. My pussy was on display and there were faces right next to it. I also got my face right next to the naked pussy of one of the other girls in our class. She was always a bit of a bitch and the only one who didn’t wear a PE skirt. I hadn’t expected her to be knickerless, but there her bald pussy was, right in my face. I couldn’t resist it. I stretched over and licked it. She collapsed on the floor and was out. She accused me of cheating but everyone ignored her. After the game I was in ended I was watching another game when Katie appeared next to me. She was sober and said, “I can fake it as well.” I quickly told her what had happened to me and she said, “Me too.” When it came to Katie’s turn to play I saw that her puss was leaking quite a lot, all the inside of her thighs were wet. When she was out I told her that I could tell that she’d had a good time. The music went back on and we danced some more. It was shortly after that that some of the boys though that it would be fun to lift up the skirts of the girls and pull down, or off, their tops. A sort of friendly battle took place with girls struggling to keep fully clothes and boys not wanting to have been beaten by the girls. There was lots of screaming but no one getting upset. It ended up with all of us out of breath and all of the girls having lost most of their clothes; and some (including Katie and me) being completely naked. There wasn’t a pubic hair in sight. That nice bit of fun sort of ended the party and everyone drifted off home shortly afterwards. More to cum in Part 6 – soon Amy

Adventure "You have been invited to enjoy the most thrilling sexual adventure of your life. This adventure will enable you to explore your darkest sexual desires. It promises to take you where you have never been. To do this I ask of you only one thing - total and complete submission. This will not involve physical domination or abuse however it will require you to accept every instruction precisely and without challenge. Every emotion you feel you must allow to happen, do not attempt to control anything. It is important that you do not do anything you are not instructed to do. " I am normally quite assertive but this concept of submission in the bedroom actually appealed to me. In fact I had started to get quite warm and moist reading this invitation. It had been sent to me by a friend I had been corresponding with by email and phone but he lived in a different city. We had one opportunity to meet and it was a most enjoyable time indeed. I now find myself fantasising about where this `Adventure' could take me. Questions like `What does he have in mind? How will he organise this?" all began racing through my mind. Anyway back to this tiny little skirt. Did he really expect me to wear that? When I got home I tried it on and it only came past my pussy by about 3 inches. With the flimsy material and the distinct lack of material this skirt was going to be a challenge indeed. The slightest breeze would see the hem of it rising above my behind and exposing everything underneath. Included with the skirt was a handwritten note on beautiful stationery. "Hello Emma, This is the beginning of your Adventure. I have enclosed a skirt, which will be the basis of an outfit you will wear for this adventure. It will be up to you to complete the outfit to suit your tastes. I have only these conditions: You will need to purchase a top and shoes to match this skirt. The top must button all the way down the front and the top button must be no higher than the bottom of your breasts. The bottom of the top should also cover the shirring on the skirt. The shoes must have a heel of no less than 4 inches. You should seek to create a smart, classy look using only these additional items. I will leave it to you to determine colours, size and fit etc. Have fun shopping and let me know when you have completed your purchases Regards, Bernie Some outfit that would be indeed! A flimsy skirt that hardly covered anything at all, and what it did cover could surely be seen through the material anyway, shoes that I would probably fall off and a top that will gape open at every movement. I will certainly draw attention dressed like that. Oh well, I had accepted this invitation without knowing what I was getting into. Now I knew and I did not know if I was scared or excited or what I was feeling. I did know that I liked whatever it was. The next few days were a blur; I could not concentrate on anything but my `Adventure' and the outfit I had to construct. Could I wear it? Would I be too noticeable? While these thoughts were running through my mind I was also thinking of the most suitable top and shoes, what style would I select? How would I match the colour? Three days later I had finished my shopping. The skirt was a pale blue, checked style and I had selected a creme jacket that was fitted around my waist, reasonably snug around my breasts and came down far enough to cover the shirring of the skirt, just as I had been instructed. Also, as instructed, the highest button was positioned right where my bra cups joined with only the tiniest glimpses of the strap between them being exposed. Perfect, I thought, this will not show too much. The shoes were a snap; I used to wear 4-inch heels all the time and knew exactly what I would select. They were also a creme colour and were strappy little sandals that tied at the ankle. They would complement this `outfit' exactly as I had been instructed, smart and classy. After all that is me, smart and classy. I was actually quite excited on the way home, feeling like a little girl who could not wait to try on her new outfit. And that is exactly what I did. As soon as I got home I stripped my clothes off and jumped into my new outfit. As expected, the skirt was short, shorter than I usually wore but it showed off my legs very nicely. The jacket complemented the skirt quite well and provided an adequate level of coverage around my breasts and the shoes, which made my already good-looking legs, look even better. I looked good. I was just not sure I could wear this in public. Now I had finished my shopping it was time to tell him. Again, as instructed, I sent an email telling him that my shopping task was complete and I waited. Nothing happened for about a week, then an email arrived, very short and succinct: To: "Emma" <emma@yahoo. com> From: "Bernie" <burningfences@yahoo. com> Date: 27/03/2008 12:13PM Subject: Re: Adventure You have been very prompt completing your first task. There is a parcel waiting for you at your post box. It also contains additional instructions Now I was becoming a bundle of mixed emotions. I was getting wet and my heart was beating faster and faster. What else could he possibly be sending me? It was my day off tomorrow and I had made my mind up that I would be at the Post Office at 9:00am sharp. Excitement and curiosity had gotten the better of me; I had to know what was in that parcel. My hand was trembling as I unlocked my post box. Sure enough, there was a parcel waiting for me, similar in size to the first one. I began opening it on the way back to my car but discretion got the better of me. After all I had no idea what was in there. Once inside the car I finished tearing the rest of the wrapping away from the box and flipped the lid off to discover the same elegantly folded tissue paper and neatly tied ribbon as before. Beneath these was the same elegant stationery with the familiar handwriting on it. I didn't bother to read the note, as the remainder of the box's contents became evident. The first item I saw was a bra, well what looked like a bra. It was white, lacy and really only the structure of a bra. There were no cups at all, simply the underwire covered by some white material and finished with lace on the edges. A chill went down my spine as I remembered the outfit I had put together under his instructions. This `bra' was clearly intended to be worn with my outfit and I was obviously going to be on show. Anyone who cared to look was going to be in for a nipple bonanza. My attention was quickly dragged from the bra by the next item in the box, a pair of silver balls about the size of ping-pong balls tied together with an additional string on one of them. They were in a neatly packaged box and title `Duo Balls'. Next were 2 envelopes one with the words `Airplane Ticket' on it and the other with the words 'Travel Instructions - do not open until advised' on it. By this time I remembered the handwritten note and began to read it: Hello Emma, Congratulations on coming this far. I assume that by now you are well and truly intrigued. You will already have seen the contents of the parcel and be wondering what will happen from here. Let me fill you in. The bra is obviously part of your outfit, so too are the Duo Balls. Both items are to be worn on the day of your adventure. The Airplane ticket is a return trip to Melbourne. You may open this at any time. The other envelope is your travel instructions and you must not open this until the day before you travel. You should by now have all the items that you will need to complete this Adventure. As part of your preparation for this Adventure, and the only thing you will need to do before you depart, you will need to make sure that you have removed all your pubic hair by way of waxing no more than 2 days before your departure date. Regards, Bernie My heart was now pounding, my clit throbbing and my pussy was so wet my panties were soaked and threatening to show through my trousers. I had to get home. All the way home my legs were trembling and my clit just would not stop throbbing. Pussy juice just kept trickling down onto my panties so that I was now a sodden mess. The first thing I did was peel my trousers and panties off and tend to my aching need. It had been a long time since my senses had reacted like this and I was not going to let this opportunity go by without enjoying it. After my second orgasm I had little energy left, nervous expulsion and the two mind-blowing orgasms I had just treated myself to had consumed it all. I cleaned myself and started to think. The flight was only a week away! I suddenly realised that I had committed myself to dressing up for a relative stranger, travelling to an interstate city, leaving myself available to this stranger's every whim and then expecting to travel home again as if nothing had happened. I could not believe it, I was horny again. I checked the state of my pubic hair and called the beautician to make an appointment for the waxing. The day before the flight was a Sunday and was one of my days off. That gave me all day to think about tomorrow and prepare myself. I was now able to open the Travel Instructions envelope to see what the next 48 hours held for me. I nervously stripped away the seal and emptied the contents - a one-page set of instructions and another envelope title `Airplane Instructions - open when onboard'. The instructions were typed this time: - Hello Emma, It is now only 24 hours before your Adventure begins. This is your last chance to pull out. It would be completely understandable if you decided, even at this late stage, to change your mind. Assuming you do not this is what you are to do: Tomorrow lay out your outfit so that you can clearly see what you will be wearing. Pack anything that you will need for your own personal grooming during the day and any security items such as credit card, licence cash etc. After you get to the Airport you should not have to spend any money so it will not be necessary to bring a lot. Remember to pack your Airplane Instructions. Bathe luxuriously, a bubble bath might be a good idea, and spoil yourself. You may play near your private parts but under no circumstances are you to touch your nipples, clitoris or slide your fingers inside your pussy lips. When you have finished your bath take your time dressing, admire your body, study it and identify the areas that give you the most pleasure. While you are dressing ensure you put your favourite perfume, Burberry, under your breasts and on the outside of your vagina lips. Now it is time to dress yourself. Start with the Duo Balls inserting both of them inside your vagina. Once they are in give them a little tug to ensure they are not going to fall out. Now put on your bra and shoes. At this point stop and admire yourself in the mirror. Notice how your legs tighten in the high heels and your breasts jut out begging to be noticed. After this you may put on your skirt and top. You are now dressed, there is to be no item of clothing added beyond this point. When you get to the Airport you are to ask for a seat as near to the middle of the plane as possible. When you are on board and seated you may open your `Airplane Instructions' Regards, Bernie By the time I had finished reading this my face was flushed, my hands were shaking and knees trembling. Twenty-four hours was going to be a long time. I read that letter another five times during the day. Every time I had the same reaction. The next morning came and it was time to get started. I began laying out the outfit in total disbelief. Firstly that I had agreed to do this and had not pulled out, even though the opportunity had been specifically offered and secondly that I would be wearing such a brief and flimsy outfit. I remembered my first thoughts when I saw this skirt; one puff of wind is all it will take. Looking out the window, I was relieved to see that it was dead calm, unlike my stomach, which was getting eaten up by butterflies. My bath was full and I hopped into it. The suggestion of a spa bath was a stroke of genius, I love them and it did help to calm my nerves. I stayed in until the water turned cold and began to dry myself. My thoughts turned to the outfit again. I had been teasing myself in the bath and, with the thoughts of what the rest of the day might hold, made myself quite wet. Just as well as it was time to put those balls inside me and the lubrication would be quite useful. The balls slipped in easily and moved into place of their own accord. They felt heavy and I felt a little `full'. After giving them a little tug it was obvious that if I stayed this wet they were going to create their own distractions. Bra and shoes came next and this outfit was starting to take shape. I stopped to take a look and had to admit, I liked what I saw. Tall and slim with perky breasts jutting out seeking attention just as he had written. The skirt was next but it made little difference to whether I felt dressed or not. It was so light it was like I still had nothing on. The jacket went on over it and I was starting to feel a little more secure. However, I had tried this on with my standard bras and had not allowed for the `lift' and openness provided by this shelf of a bra. My breasts just kept pushing the damn thing open. More than one person was going to get an eyeful of nipple today. Driving to the Airport was not my idea of fun. It was peak hour and the airport was on the other side of the city. An hour and a half later and I was in line waiting for my seat allocation. He was quite specific I must ask for the middle of the plane. I did this and eventually found my way to my seat. My seat was as near to the middle as possible and was surrounded by people on all sides. I was getting a lot of attention from all the men onboard, strangely they all seemed to be smiling at my breasts. Well not really that strange as I could see down my jacket and there was no mistaking what was just inside there for every body's voyeuristic pleasure, two of the most inviting nipples sticking out and just aching for someone to suck them. They weren't the only things aching, with the balls moving around inside me my pussy was on fire, swollen and wet. It was a constant effort to keep those things from slipping out and bouncing along the ground in front of me. I was not going to let that happen. The constant pressure served to increase the sense of fullness and added to the excitement. It was a self-fulfilling circle and I was stuck in the middle of it I found my seat and made myself comfortable while everyone around me was getting organised. It was time to see what those last instructions would be. Peeling the envelope open and pulling the instructions out I noticed that they were not the same as the last set, they had been type in huge print and could be read from ten feet away: - You are now on the last leg of your journey to Melbourne where your Sexual Adventure will take place. I trust you enjoyed the Adventure so far. The flight is only a short one however you should ensure you are comfortable. When everyone is settled stand up and make your way to the toilet, remember to reach up and take your cosmetic bag with you. When you make your way to the aisle make sure you face the people seated next to you. Once you are in the toilet remove one of the balls and allow it to hang between your legs. The other one is to remain inside you. When you return replace your cosmetic bag in the overhead locker and make your way back to your seat, again facing everybody as you move past them. As you sit down make sure that your skirt is flipped up behind you so that your bare bottom is in direct contact with the seat. When you get to Melbourne there will be a car waiting for you to take you to your hotel. Your room number is 6o9. Check in and go to the room. There will be a blindfold, which you will put on and then stand in the middle of the room. This was going to take some doing. My face was getting more and more flushed as I read. The guy beside me had tried to start up conversation and was now idly trying to read my instructions. I was franticly trying to hide them. My stomach was churning and my knees had begun to shake. This set of tasks felt impossible. My skirt covered so little as it was, the material was see through and when I reached up to get my bag the skirt was going to ride up even higher. Not to mention that the people sitting next to me would have their eyes only inches from my hairless and pantyless pussy. I was also concerned about how far that ball was going to hang down. Would my skirt be long enough to cover it? I sat and waited for everyone to get settled. This would give me time to get used to the idea, I thought. However I just got more and more nervous. I was never going to be able to do this. Then I reminded myself I had committed to doing everything I was told. Silly me, but I was committed. A few more minutes passed and everyone was seated. It was now or never. I unlatched my seatbelt and made a move to get up, aware that every movement would expose my breasts to all and sundry and that my skirt would provide little coverage while I was leaning forward to stand. Everyone within eyesight of me would be watching my every move. As I stood I could feel everybody's piercing eyes on me. My knees were shaking and I did not know if I would be able to get to the aisle. Gradually I made it avoiding eye contact with as many people as possible however it was now time to put on the real show by reaching for my cosmetic bag. This was going to allow my skirt to ride up at the back possibly exposing my butt and also the front of the skirt would drape forward and upwards, oh my bare, pantiless pussy would be almost in somebody's face. Here goes, the bag was easily located so I reached in and pulled it down as quickly as possible. As I turned I could see everybody watching me now off to the toilet. I hope this material is not too see through. I made the adjustments to the balls and cleaned up. Despite all my fear, I was as horny as hell. Every one of my senses was on fire. One touch to my clit would have sent me into instant orgasm the likes of which would certainly have never been heard from an Airplane toilet before. As commanded, I resisted the urge and made my way back to my seat. As expected everyone was waiting for me come out and they were all smiling expectantly. With that ball swinging between my thighs I felt certain that I was going to put on some kind of show for them all. The extra movement of it meant that it was pulling on the one inside me and I had to squeeze even harder to keep it in there. Needless to say, this only made the sensation between my lips even greater. I was going to orgasm any minute and I had not even touched the damn thing. Everybody enjoyed the show of me putting my cosmetic bag away and I proceeded to move past everybody to my seat. Surely they could smell my sex aroma by now. It was virtually running down my legs and those balls were about to fall on the floor any minute. The sensation was excruciating yet so pleasurable I could not believe it. Now to get into my seat. I squeezed past everyone in my row of seats facing them as instructed. With their eyes only inches from my pussy I felt sure everyone could see straight through this skirt and that they were staring straight at the hottest, wettest pussy there had ever been. How was I going to spin around and flip my skirt up without showing them this hot little fun parlour? It took some timing but I finally managed it without giving away too much. The guys next to me were certainly waiting keenly and only made a slight pretence of reading their airline magazines, lifting their eyebrows as I approached and making sure they knew where the bottom of my skirt was. As I got closer I prepared to do my little spin and allow the skirt to balloon upwards so that I could catch the back of it close to the seat and keep it from hitting the seat. That part worked quite well except that the front of my skirt was pulled backwards and, as I sat, the hem rode up my thigh to an impossible point almost completely exposing my pussy. I need not have worried though, as both guys either side of me were eagerly watching my jacket opening as I sat down so they got a great view of my erect nipples instead. Fortunately, the rest of the flight was fairly uneventful. I needed the time to get my senses under control. I waited until everybody else had moved off the plane before I started to disembark. Slowly I made my way to the exit to be greeted by a well-dressed chauffer holding a card with my name on it . He introduced himself and was clearly happy to have me as a client that day. He could not take his eyes off me. At least he kept his distance and chatted pleasantly, informing me that we only had a short drive to my hotel. The walk to the car was excruciating Every step was agony. Those fucking balls are insidious. At first you hardly notice them, and you think they're overhyped rubbish. Then they start to make their presence felt. Especially the one on the outside. The inner ball starts clattering against the outer one, and it hits against your lips, and it starts to feel quite freaky. Then you become more conscious of the one inside you too, and you're not sure whether what you're feeling is real, or if you're just imagining it. But it's academic because whether they're real or not you think you're feeling them, and the more you think about it the stronger they get. Eventually, all you can think about are the sensations building up in your vagina. And what is worse - much, much, much worse - is that all the time you're debating this, gravity is threatening to expel them, so you have to keep contracting your muscles. And that inevitably adds to the sensation. I staggered to the car, forcing myself to keep the balls in place. This seemed to add to the stimulation, so I would relax, and they would start to fall out. I had to keep stopping, pressing my thighs together like you do when you need a piss, and try to use my vaginal muscles to manoeuvre them back up again. I'm not sure that actually had any effect, but nonetheless I felt compelled to do it. At one point I was convinced they were dropping and I actually stopped and crouched down on my haunches. Again, I tried to ripple my muscles to pull them back but it made no difference. I looked around furtively and didn't see anyone close by so I quickly pressed my hand up my skirt to poke the second ball back into place. And the fucking thing already was. It felt like it was sliding out to join the other one, but it was actually perfectly secure. Fuck! And as soon as I started to walk the damned sensations started up again, like little monsters, tickling and scratching at my insides. Nothing sensational, nothing over-the-top, but all so unbearable. I was almost screaming, my fists clenched, jaw clamped. It was the longest short walk I've ever known. I was exhausted by the time I got to the car. We were underway in a couple of minutes and my mobile phone went off. It was a text message "Make sure the driver sees your pussy when he lets you out of the car". Well, why not? Just about everybody else had seen it or come close to seeing it that day. Besides it would be a fleeting glimpse and then I would be safe inside the hotel room. It was only a short drive and I found myself preparing to let my driver get a good look under my skirt at my pussy in all its glory and with a ball bearing hanging out of it. It was his lucky day. As he came around to open my door I prepared to spread my legs to get out of the car and let my skirt do the rest. As I got out of the car it would fall back down and that would be that. Easy. Almost. I spread my legs and he got the look of his life, then I started to get out of the car not realising I had put my hand on my skirt on the seat to push myself out of the car. This meant that my skirt kept riding up almost to my waist giving the whole hotel staff a great sight. Again, eyes were following me and I could feel the stares. At least the driver got his look as I had been told to do. Being exposed like that only served to rekindle my senses and I was off again. Nipples and clitoris throbbing like mad, they really did need some attention. Room 6o9 was neat as a pin with a Queen size bed at one end and a huge spa bath full of bubbling hot water at the other. I needed to sit down as the walking had set the balls moving again and I was close to orgasm, my knees were about to collapse. As I sat I took in the contents of the room. It had been setup with aromatherapy candles and bunches of white roses. A nice touch. There on the bed was the blindfold. It seemed to beckon me. What the hell, this was why I was here. I picked it up and put it over my head moving to the centre of the room. I pulled the blindfold down over my eyes and waited. I had been standing there for several minutes not seeing or knowing what was going to happen. I did know that my pussy was on fire and moisture was running down my legs. The sensation of expectation was intense. I could feel an eruption coming inside me any minute. At that point the door opened and someone came in, moving quietly. I heard a click and then the sound of soft, soothing music. I could feel this person moving around the room coming closer and closer. A breath of air on my neck and then the feel of lips against my ear. This sent a tingling sensation down my spine straight to my pussy and onwards. A hand brushed my hair back from ears and traced along my neck, another tingling sensation. I was fully dressed, nobody had touched any of my intimate parts and I was on the verge of orgasm like I had never felt before. Every inch of my body was screaming out to be touched, licked or kissed. Yet nothing happened, only silence. A silence that teased my senses even more. Less is certainly more. I was trembling, my knees shaking. I was going to collapse any minute. Then I felt a hand on my jacket; ever so gently the buttons were being undone. So gentle that the fabric of the jacket hardly moved. Quickly, the jacket was completely open and it was falling away brushing my nipples as it opened, the silky lining teasing them. This was like an electric shock that set my nipples tingling with excitement. Then a hand at my skirt, lifting slowly, exposing my pussy and then allowing it to drop. An inspection! I was being checked to see that I had complied with all the instructions. Then I could feel the sides of my jacket being pushed open further, exposing my breasts fully and sliding over my shoulders. I could feel myself becoming naked. The jacket slid down my arms and away from me. I was then aware of fingers tracing up my ribcage to my armpits, then over my breasts but not touching my nipples. Oh God, how I wished he would just touch them!! Next I felt his fingers reach inside the waist band of my skirt, gradually expanding it so it would move easily over my hips and then sliding down my legs. I remembered how I looked this morning, staring at myself in the mirror dressed only in my bra and shoes. He must have been enjoying the view because I could sense no movement at all. It is funny how your other senses are heightened when one of them is taken away from you. Just then hands brushed across my nipples sending electric shock through my body and down to my pussy which is where the hands went. Tracing down my stomach to my smooth, bare pussy lips where they opened me up exposing my hard, throbbing clit. Immediately I could feel his tongue on my clit. Oh God, that was good. This is what I had been waiting for since receiving that invitation. I was getting close to orgasm. I could feel the tingling in the lower part of my stomach and I knew it would not be long until I came. Involuntarily, I started moaning and pushing my hips so he get his tongue on my clit easier, which he did for just a brief time then it stopped. His hand moved to my hand and took it, leading me to another part of the room. I stopped abruptly when I bumped gently into a piece of the furniture, a chair it seemed. I could feel pressure from his hand in the middle of my back pushing me forward but I could not go any further. Then I realised he wanted me to lean forward which I did. He guided me forward and over the back of the chair until my hands and then my head were touching the seat of the chair. It was then that I remembered the balls inside me as they rolled forward inside me and settled on the front wall of my vagina. An interesting sensation indeed. I then felt him tying the smoothest of silk to my wrists and then to the legs of the chair. Then I felt his finger in my butt crack gently tracing down my crack to my thigh. Oh that was so good! But he did not stop there. Gently he pushed on my left leg forcing it wider opening me up a little. Then he tied the same silk to my ankle and secured it to the chair. Then he did the same to my right leg. Now I was wide open and well and truly exposed and completely helpless! He left me like this for what seemed like ages and, whilst I felt a little embarrassment at being trussed up like this I was also getting hornier, if that was possible. My clit was throbbing, my lips were swollen and my juices were flowing so much my thighs were getting wet. I had never done anything like this before and yet it excited me so much. I felt my anticipation build. What would happen? I wondered. Where would he touch me first? The thoughts of what might happen next ran through my mind as fast as I could think of them. I knew my pussy was now soaking wet. I could feel each slight draft of air as it passed over my wetness. Each minute seemed like hours and all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat racing a mile-a-minute. The touch directly at the centre of my anus was a shock and surprise. I gasped out loud as the tip of a finger circled the centre of my rosebud. It was cold and slippery. The finger moved in a minute circular motion, teasing the sensitive opening. It only took a moment and my bottom began moving with the motion of the finger, undulating almost obscenely despite myself. The finger paused for a moment, waiting directly in the centre of the opening and I held my breath. It was as though time was suspended, waiting for the next movement. When it came, a moment later, it was a long firm movement. His forefinger slid fully into my bottom until it was embedded to the third knuckle. I gasped and arched my back at the sensation of his finger penetrating me. The finger pulled out slowly only to be thrust back in again. I couldn't believe the sensations. I had never imagined I could get so hot from being touched there. My pussy was soaking wet and burning hot. Again his finger withdrew and then plunged into me. This time I couldn't stifle a moan at the feeling. The finger pulled from me slowly and my anal muscles pulled in a vain attempt to keep his finger inside me. My breathing was coming in short ragged breaths now and I knew that if he kept up the violation of my bottom any longer, I would come from that sensation alone. I whimpered softly as his finger pulled from me. I waited, my back arched slightly. I knew that the position left my bottom pushed out and in my submissive position, I imagined how I must look, my bottom and pussy offered from behind to my part time lover. I waited quietly for whatever he had planned next. I did not have to wait long. His fingers began sliding up my thigh, moving slowly closer and closer to my wetness. He cupped my mound gently with one hand and began stroking my pussy lips lengthwise. I waited for him to take me there but he had other plans. One finger began stroking the length of my slit, moving my juices up and across my engorged clitoris. I moaned at the feeling. Suddenly, I felt my anus being touched again. The feeling was cold, lubricant again I guessed. The object at my rear passage was not a finger, I quickly realised it was too hard. What was it? The plastic plug pushed slowly into me, opening my already slippery bottom. As the plug was inserted, I felt it getting wider and wider. My breathing became ragged, short sharp breaths as the plastic intruder violated my rectum. Suddenly the widest part pushed past my sphincter and the plug became very narrow quickly. My muscles pulled the plastic up into me, filling my bottom with it. The narrowest portion was kept from being pulled in by a T-handle that was now lodged against my anus. This meant that my anus was also kept open. I felt my stomach muscles ripple in the beginnings of an orgasm and my anus clamped down hard on the plastic plug. All it would take would be one tiny movement of the plug or his finger on my clit and I would be over the edge but he wouldn't let me yet. There was a long pause. A time that seemed endless. I felt I was now more under control but the first touch by him on the plastic plug in my bottom was as though it was an electric shock! I cried out at the feeling and arched my back again as he twisted it slowly inside of me. His fingers grasped the plug and moved it in and out in minute movements. He started to pull the plug from me and I thought I would faint. My pussy gushed more of my juices and I knew that my thighs were soaked with them. I couldn't stop moaning and whimpering as the object was slowly pulled from me and I felt my sphincter grasp at it despite myself. My face was beet red both from excitement and the humiliation of so exposing myself like this A moment later the plug was pulled all the way out leaving me trembling. Now I could feel the head of his cock was just touching my anus. He was well lubricated already and my bottom was, of course, completely slippery. I held my breath, waiting for him to push forward. He waited a long moment until I started to relax then pushed the head of his cock into me. I gasped. He was in! I had never thought it would be so easy and so, so hot! He held himself there for a moment but I pushed backward, wanting all of him. A moment later he was buried in me to the hilt. My body was a riot of sensations, my pussy was still soaking wet and my clit was quivering. My nipples had been hard since I arrived and now they were so hard they ached. The blindfold seemed to centre my attention completely on what was being done to me. He started to move slowly in and out and I started to rock with the rhythm. I was getting closer and closer. I heard his breath getting shorter and I knew he'd come soon just like me. The movements were quicker and deeper now. It was only a moment before we wouldn't be able to hold back anymore. Suddenly he paused, leaving only the head of his cock inside of me. I moaned in frustration and tried vainly to push back on him. Then he gave a big thrust pushing his penis deep inside me. My orgasm started to rush in on me from all sides and as it did, he again plunged back into me fully and deeply. I cried out and felt my rectum squeeze him tight. That was all it took for him and I felt his come shoot deep into my bowels as I thrust myself hard back onto him. The orgasm seemed to go on forever cascading over me again and again until he slid out of me, leaving me exhausted and collapsed over the chair, my silk bonds stopping me from falling to the floor. I lay there like for a long time catching my breath and trying to regain control of my senses. Then I heard the spa come on. Oh, the thought of a spa sounded great right now. Then I felt my bonds being untied and I was being helped to my feet. This was just as well as my legs would not have supported me at this point; they were still weak and trembling. Walking by myself would have been impossible. He guided me to the spa and helped me slide into it, the blindfold still over my eyes. The warm, soapy water felt good on my skin and soothing around my throbbing anus. I half sat and half lay there for what seemed like ages enjoying the warmth and the bubbles around me. This was so relaxing. Then I heard him enter the bath and felt his hands lifting me so that I stood in the bath as he washed me with the softest of sponges. This was heaven! I was still enjoying my orgasm afterglow and now I was being bathed. I felt like a princess He helped me out of the bath and into a bathrobe, then patted me dry. When I was reasonably dry he removed the robe and dried all my private parts with a towel making sure no nook or cranny was missed. When I was dry I felt a cold splash on my pussy lips and under my breasts and I could smell my favourite perfume. I then felt his fingers on my pussy lips and he slid one finger inside my still warm slit pushing in between my extremely swollen lips. He grabbed the string on the duo balls and gently pulled. The sensation was electric as the balls pulled against my vagina and started to slide out between my lips. He let them come out very slowly, teasing my swollen lips and starting my excitement again. The balls dropped away and almost immediately I felt something else being pushed inside me, slightly bigger than the balls but there was only one this time. Next I felt his finger slide between my cheeks and, as before, it was cold and wet but this time the consistency of the lubricant was much thicker. He just smeared in around my anus took his finger away. Next I felt my left leg being lifted and placed through what seemed like the leg hole of a soft, lacy thong. Then my right leg and pulled it up around my hips. He was dressing me. I had been undressed by men before but never dressed. This was indeed a pleasant if somewhat unusual surprise. Did this mean it was all over? He had not spoken all this time and I dared not ask at this time. He continued dressing me. Next were my shoes, then my bra, skirt and jacket. Then he removed my blindfold and I saw him standing there stark naked and smiling. "Hello", he said simply, "I hope you have enjoyed your adventure so far". "Yes, I have", I replied. "So far? Does that mean there is more?" "Oh yes, we are nowhere near finished yet", he said. "It is lunch time and there is a table booked for us. I will get dressed and leave you to do any make up or grooming you consider necessary. Please meet me in the dining room" It was obvious he expected me not to reply but I was puzzled. `Nowhere near finished yet' I could not think what else he had in mind for my tortured yet very satisfied body. I went to my make up bag to start getting ready. As I walked the thing he had put inside me moved and I knew whatever he had planned would involve this new invader. He had dressed quickly and left me alone. I was ready and headed down stairs to the dining room. That thing resting on the front of my vagina against what had become a very sensitive area, courtesy of all the activities so far. My lips were still swollen and I was very aware of every move I made, walking only seemed to stimulate me even further. By the time I reached the dining room my pussy was quite moist and my clit was beginning to throb again. I have to admit I smiled when I walked thanks to the thing inside me. The maitre d' checked the table and began to escort me to it. Just then I felt a sensation I would remember for the rest of my life. The thing in my pussy suddenly came alive! It started to vibrate deep inside me and I felt the beginnings of another incredible orgasm. Luckily I was only about 10 feet from the table and was able to make to my chair without giving too much away to the diners around us but I knew it would not be long before this orgasm would really hit me. He greeted me cheerily "Hi, how are you?' "Fine", I said "Anything wrong?" "Not at all, except that my pussy is about to explode into orgasm in public. What are you doing to me?" He held up a small remote control and flicked the button on it. Immediately the vibrating stopped and my impending orgasm began to subside. That was a relief but I was still so damn horny. Lunch progressed fairly normally after that except that now and then I had to make sure my jacket was not too open. Judging by the bulge in the waiter's pants I was sure he was getting a pretty good view. At the same time we were getting pretty good service too. Also the vibrator would come on every now and then just to keep me aroused. I was just finishing my second glass of red wine and, combined with the effects of that vibrating thing in my pussy, I was starting to feel pretty relaxed. Just then he asked, "So how do you like your new thong?" I replied, "It's cute but not what I would normally wear" "Oh really? Why is that?" "It's a lot smaller than my others" It was actually so tiny it hardly covered my mound "Well if you don't like it I will take it back" "There is no need to do that" "Yes I will. Give it to me and I will take it back" "Okay, if you insist. " He held his hand out and it was apparent he was asking me to give him the thong now. "Now?" He nodded and I started to get up to find the ladies. "No, take it off here" I looked at him and immediately knew he meant it. His was still reaching out. "Now, please" I looked around and no one was paying any attention to us so I slowly lifted my skirt up, slid the thong down my legs and handed it to him. Now I felt vulnerable, naked and hornier than I thought possible. The vibrator and this latest challenge had really done their job on me. Despite having had two absolutely mind-blowing orgasms already today I was desperate for another one. And it felt like it was not far away. Lunch was over and we made our way back to the room. My pussy tingling from the vibrator and my legs were so weak he was supporting me when we walked. When we got into the room we embraced, and I felt his body on mine. He must have been as horny as me, with his hard on sticking firmly into my lower stomach. His face was inches from mine, breath wisping against my cheek, and it felt more intimate than anything I'd ever experienced. Suddenly, I was petrified, too nervous to move, my brow icy cold and hands hot. The enormity of what I was doing sunk in. He bent forward and kissed me, and I felt his lips brush against my own. His mouth opened and his breath mingled with mine, while he ran his fingers through my hair, gently pulling me closer to him, increasing the intimacy, tightening the bond. His hand dropped to my shoulders and onto my back, fingers etching their lust on my spine, writing of passion, desire, tracing their way the length of my body to my pelvis. Flattening his hand, he slid it onto my hip and then my buttock, which he smoothed, seduced and pulled towards himself. Still, our kiss endured and I was dizzy with desire and lack of air, but would not let it end. His hands continued, following the slopes of my flesh, the contours of my body: waist and stomach, upwards, upwards, to my breasts, and then he held them, held me, his thumbs grazing my nipples, over and over, over and over. Finally we submitted, we parted our breaths and stood nose to nose. He began to unbutton my jacket, so slowly, each button a milepost closer to his goal, and when he reached my stomach he folded the jacket over my shoulders, letting it fall, letting me stand before him, aroused and ready. I slid my skirt over my hips and let it fall to the floor. He smiled and nodded; appraising my body then stood back and began to remove his clothes. I held my breath as he undressed, completely, divesting himself of shirt, tie and trousers. He was naked before me. His cock was erect and hard. It looked enormous. I remembered that only a little while ago that thing was rammed inside my rectum giving me some of the greatest pleasure I had ever known. He stripped the quilt from the bed and we lay on the sheets, side by side, staring and touching, my hand on his cheek, finger against his lip, letting him bite, letting him slide it into his mouth. And we kissed, our faces tilting, mouths reaching towards each other, tongues extended. "Relax," he said, kissing me once more, running his hand up my waist towards my breast and enclosing it softly. He edged down the bed and began to kiss my neck and shoulders, chest and breasts, finally alighting on my right nipple and teasing it into his mouth. His tongue, so delicate, so soft, so warm, began to draw unknown sensations from me and I felt a shiver slide down my body. I sighed and he looked up in amusement, before falling, once more, onto my nipple. All the while, his hand was gradually sliding down my stomach, fingers stretched, easing across my skin, spidering towards my mons. He flattened his palm against it and smoothed his fingers across my baby-soft skin, sneaking downwards, ever closer to my sodden pussy. As he touched it for the first time a jolt of energy erupted through me, as though I had been electrocuted, and involuntarily I squeezed my thighs shut, trapping his hand between them. I laughed and ran my hand through his hair, easing my legs apart again and leaving myself open. His fingers began to probe, flickering across my lips, nails grazing gently against them, then sliding inwards, gathering my juices and slipping easily inside me. Immediately, he drew his fingers up again, running his index finger directly against my clitoris. I squealed as he stopped and placed the tip of his finger against it, pressing and teasing, before beginning to slide round and around it. I started to buck my hips as he elicited deep-rooted sensations from me, my clitoris suddenly bursting to life with its new attention. Sliding further down the bed, he began to drag his tongue down my chest and belly, following the line his fingers had taken minutes before, leaving a gentle cascade of kisses on my flesh. As his head approached my pelvis my heart began to hammer in my chest, another moment of imminent sexual revelation impressing itself on my senses. I parted my legs as wide as I could and waited for the moment. And it arrived. His tongue dragged downwards over my mons towards my slit. He was progressing in slow motion, but finally he reached his goal and I felt his breath on my pussy, then his lips on mine, and then his tongue edging forward, probing gently, purposefully, parting my lips and entering me. I was wetter than I think I've ever been, my body racked by pleasure, muscles rigid and fingers clenched. He began to lick, tracing his tongue up and down my slit, the hot wetness of his mouth leaving me breathless. My clitoris was crying out for attention and I bucked beneath him, trying to manoeuvre myself into position. He quickly took the hint and sealed his mouth around it, sucking it into his mouth, playing his teeth against it, rolling his tongue over and across. "Just suck," I breathed. "Hard. Suck hard. " He fell onto me once more and did as I asked. My thigh muscles were rigid, calves almost cramping, and my abdomen was tensed to the point of pain. I felt on the edge of a precipice, teetering, on the verge of collapsing into an abyss and not certain whether I wanted to be saved or not. And then I knew. Fluttering, flashing, frenzied sensations were building in my stomach and womb, circling and clashing inside me, building in strength and speed as though readying themselves to be unleashed. I was panting rhythmically, my hands gripping the sheet and twisting it this way and that. He sucked and sucked, occasionally flicking his tongue across the sensitised tip of my clitoris, and finally I succumbed. With a scream I gave in, my muscles relaxing for an instant as my climax erupted from my womb and sped through every inch of my body. My eyes blazed, sparks of light dancing before them; my ears were popping with the buzz of hysteria; my skin was alive, thrumming with energy. I couldn't keep quiet, the intensity of my orgasm leaving me with no control over my faculties. I panted and moaned and sighed and screamed and I never wanted the moment to end. We made love for the rest of the afternoon. It was slow and extraordinary. It was warm and precious. It was intimate and breathless. It was magnificent. It was time to bring this sensational day to an end. We bathed in the spa and fooled around a little but did not start anything. Time was now short and I needed to be back on the plane. He drove me to the airport and saw me to my plane. I was on my way home. The day had ended but the memory would continue forever.

Across the Bridge byMariannePallenberg© Across the Bridge Pt. 01 It has been said that, when you drive across the bridge into Key West, you enter another world. I wasn't sure about that, but I did feel a slow cessation of tension, coupled with the anticipation of a full week with no plans and nothing to do. We had designed the trip that way. My husband Keith and I were both hard chargers. Overachievers, to be sure. We had decided not to have children early in our marriage, but we rarely took advantage of the freedom that the situation afforded us. During a conversation helped along by lots of red wine, we realized that we kept talking about taking a break, but we never actually followed through on our plans. While we were still a bit buzzed, we went online and booked a nonrefundable trip to Key West, scheduled exactly one month from that date. We both expressed some misgivings the following morning, but -- and this was our late-night reasoning -- we had plenty of time to clear the decks at work and head off to Florida without any deadlines hanging over us. And before we knew it, we were heading down the long highway to Key West. "So, Marianne," Keith said from behind the wheel, "have you heard of The Garden of Eden?" "You mean the Hemingway novel?" I asked, knowing full well what he was talking about. "No, I'm talking about a bar in Key West. It's legendary." "What's so special about it?" "Well," he said, hesitating. I was enjoying this. "It's probably the only nude bar in Key West." "You mean like a strip club?" "No, the patrons are nude. Or at least they can be, if they want to." "And why are you telling me this?" "I-I thought you might like to check it out. I mean, we've talked about going to a nude beach someday," he said, rushing on, "and this would be about the same thing." We had discussed the idea in the past. I was lukewarm on the prospect. On the one hand, it sounded a bit naughty, fun, and forbidden, but on the other hand, I wasn't sure that I was ready to display my body for everyone to see. I'm 40, in relatively good shape for my age, blonde, large breasts and curves in all the right places, but my confidence was lacking. "We'll see," I said. "If you get enough drinks in me, who knows what may happen." I didn't really mean it, but I didn't want to burst his bubble. We checked into our B and B and were pleased to find it just as advertised. Three bedrooms in the main house, a 19th century Victorian just off Duval Street, and three small private cottages toward the back of the property, on the other side of a small pool and connected hot tub. We were in one of the cottages, not wanting to be forced into quiet lovemaking if the spirit moved us. And we certainly hoped that it would. After a long, relaxed dinner, we headed back to our room. Keith suggested that we take a bottle of wine out to the hot tub, and I was certainly game. We started changing into our suits when Keith raised his eyebrows. "Not the bikini?" I had selected a royal blue one piece bathing suit, cut high on the thighs. It was stylish and revealed a bit of skin, but Keith was hoping for more. "Maybe later in the week, Big Guy," I chuckled. "Oh, come on, it's dark out there. And I'd really like to see you in that bikini we picked out before the trip." You mean the one you picked out, I thought, but I kept that sentiment to myself. "OK, for you," I said. I didn't want to spoil his fun, and there had been no one at the pool when we walked by a few minutes earlier. I slid into the red bikini, which adequately covered my D cups but left more of my ass exposed than I might prefer. I thought about how excited Keith was when we were shopping, so I went along. And ultimately, what were the odds that we would see anyone we knew on this trip? I felt the cool evening breeze on my skin as we walked to the hot tub. Any embarrassment that I might have felt was pushed to the side when I saw Keith looking me up and down, with a big dumb grin spread across his face. He slowed his stride, and I slowed with him. "Go ahead, honey," he said. "Aren't you coming?" "Oh, I am, but, I want to watch you walk." Nothing like a bit of flattery, I thought, as I walked ahead of him, putting an extra sway in my hips, emboldened by his enthusiasm and the cocktails at dinner. I couldn't be certain in the darkness, but it looked like Keith was already hard under his swim trunks. He is a handsome man, with dark hair cut in a somewhat spiky style. Businesslike, to be sure, but with an edge. Keith is a big man, tall with broad shoulders. He has kept himself in shape over the years, and I certainly had no complaints. He looked most appealing as he strolled toward the pool. The hot tub felt wonderful after the chill of the breeze. With a bit of trial and error, Keith got the tub bubbling, with the jets on full blast. I maneuvered myself in front of one of the jets and let it pound on my lower back, sore from the long car ride. Keith handed me a glass of wine, and I drank deeply, closing my eyes and luxuriating in the feeling of total relaxation. "Thanks for wearing your bikini," Keith said after a moment. "You look damn sexy in it." "I'm glad you think so. Anything to make you happy," I said, batting my eyelashes at him. It was fun to flirt. We had done so little of that as of late. I felt convinced that our spur of the moment decision to take a real vacation was an excellent one. And I hoped that we could make up for lost time. "You know what would make your bikini look even better?" Keith asked after a moment. I shrugged, not sure where he was going with this line of conversation. He paused and said softly, "If you took off your top." I didn't say anything immediately, making him wait. He had been talking about nude beaches during our trip preparations, but I passed it off as nothing more than his fantasies verbalized. We occasionally liked to talk dirty during sex, sometimes telling each other stories about wild scenes we imagined. I thought it was healthy, since it allowed us to explore ideas that we would never actually act on. But now he seemed quite serious. "I don't know," I said, smiling to take the sting off of my refusal. "Someone could walk up. Someone could see me." "Honey," Keith said gently, "this place is deserted. We're the only ones here. No one but me will see you." He paused and smiled. "And I want to see you." I took a look around the grounds. We were the only people outside. The rooms around us seemed quiet. It was getting late, around 11. Maybe everyone had turned in for the night after a long day of sun, daiquiris, and more daiquiris. Why not? Why not make my husband happy? I looked into his eyes. "Why don't you do it?" He smiled broadly and reached behind me, deftly unhooking the clasp securing the top. I felt his hands on my shoulders, pushing the straps down. Then his hands were on my breasts, stroking them gently, his fingertips on my nipples. I closed my eyes, pushing doubt and embarrassment out of my mind, focusing on the feel of Keith's hands on my skin. I put my hands on the tub's bench and pushed up to meet his touch, in the process causing the water from the jet behind me to flow under me, making my pussy tingle. "OK, let's slow down," I said. "One step at a time." Keith grinned and sat back. "Sure. After all, we have a whole week. No need to rush." He said it, but I don't think he meant it. "However, I'm going to make sure that nothing interrupts this view," he said, flinging my bikini top over to a nearby lounge chair. We sipped our wine, and I thought about what I was doing. Just two days ago, I was sitting at a conference table reviewing annual budgets with a bunch of suits. Now I was sitting in a hot tub in Key West, practically naked. Well, we had wanted a change from our normal routine. I found that, when I sat up enough to bring my breasts above the level of the water, the sudden coolness made them rock hard. Keith noticed too, not even trying to be subtle in his ogling. But at that point, I didn't mind. We were alone, truly relaxed for the first time in ages. That changed suddenly. We heard a door open, and our eyes darted to one of the cottages. A couple walked out and headed to the pool. I sank down in the water, letting it cover my tits. Keith smirked but said nothing. He knew that my top was lying over six feet away, far out of grabbing distance. "Do you mind if we join you?" the woman said. She was a bit older than us, but her body was gorgeous. She was slim and perfectly proportioned. A natural beauty, with curly brown hair. Probably an athlete in college. Her husband, a distinguished looking man with wiry gray hair and a trimmed beard, nodded pleasantly. "Sure, of course," Keith said, "Interested in the hot tub?" "Not yet, thanks," the man smiled. "Maybe after we splash around in the pool for a while." They were certainly not modest. The woman was wearing a tropically patterned string bikini, her husband a black Speedo. I was relieved when they slipped into the water at the far end of the pool, giving us a bit of privacy and distance. "Keith," I hissed, "get my top." "Not a chance," he said. "If you don't want them to see anything, just stay low in the water." "Very funny," I said. "So if they decide to hang out for a while, I turn into a prune?" "Something like that," he said, chuckling as he refilled my wine glass. "Here, have some more of this. Then maybe you won't care." "I seriously doubt that," I said, but inwardly I mused that the evening full of alcohol was definitely having an effect. We sat quietly for a few minutes, sipping our wine. The other couple was talking softly, occasionally swimming a slow and lazy lap. After a few moments, we noticed a conference at the other end of the pool. The man swam over to the wall separating the pool from the hot tub and said, "Hi, I'm Bob. My wife is Carol. I should have made introductions earlier." "No worries," Keith said. "This is Marianne, and I'm Keith. Pleased to meet you." Though it was rather formal, the exchange seemed to break the ice. "So have you ever been to Key West before?" Bob asked. "No, first time," I said. "Well," Bob said, "as a Key West veteran, I can tell you that most hotels around here are clothing optional. Even if it doesn't say that on the website," he added, grinning. "So if it's OK with you," Bob continued, "we would like to take our suits off." "Sure," Keith said quickly. "Whatever you want." "Thanks," Bob said, and swam away. "It's not like he had to ask our permission," I said. "He was just being polite," Keith said. "Or maybe," I said quietly, thinking out loud, "he wants us to watch them." Keith said nothing, but I could tell he was squinting, try to see what was going on at the other end of the pool. We didn't have to wait long for an answer to that question. Carol climbed out of the pool to sit on the side. Without looking around, she unhooked the top of her suit and threw it on the concrete behind her. She scooted out of her bottoms and sat before us completely naked. Meanwhile, Bob had climbed out of the pool, taken off his Speedo, and was walking back to the pool sporting a sizable erection. They pushed out into the pool and embraced, kissing occasionally. I felt like I was spying, intruding on their private moment, but I kept watching. They knew we were there. Bob's hand went beneath the surface of the water, and within a few moments, Carol's eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and a smile crossed here lips. It was obvious that he was rubbing her clit. Or maybe fingering her. Or both. Then they moved to the shallow end. Carol giggled as she looked over her shoulder and bent over, her forearms resting on the tile at the edge of the pool. Bob grasped her hips and slowly eased his cock into her waiting pussy. I had never watched anyone have sex before. But I was starting to enjoy it. Bob took it nice and slow, pulling almost all the way out, then slowly filling Carol's pussy with each stroke. Even in the dark, I could see her grinding hard against his thrusts. I looked over to Keith, and he was enraptured. I reached over and slid a hand up his thigh, ascertaining quickly that he was thoroughly hard. In the spirit of the evening, I slid my hand into his suit and started slowly stroking his cock. After a moment, Keith reached down and slid his suit off, giving my full access to his throbbing penis. I continued stroking lightly, gripping him gently. He moaned, looking over to me and smiling, then returning his gaze to our new friends. Bob was now thrusting harder and faster, as Carol pushed back against him in rhythm. I didn't realize it at first, but I soon became aware that my other hand had wandered down to my pussy, rubbing my clit in slow circles. "No fair," Keith said softly, reaching over and hooking his fingers inside the waist band of my bikini bottoms and pulling them down. I lifted my bottom to facilitate his efforts, and before I knew it, we were both completely naked. My hand returned to Keith's cock, and he reached over to begin stroking my pussy. When we looked back to the other end of the pool, we saw that Bob had jumped up to sit of the side of the pool. Carol was kneeling in the shallow water, taking all of Bob's big cock in her mouth. She was an expert, working her lips to the base of his shaft. He leaned back, bracing himself with his hands, pushing his hips forward, forcing his cock into her mouth. I reached up to stroke a nipple, my breasts still concealed beneath the water. Keith whispered in my ear, "Sit up, he's looking over here. Give him a thrill, it's only fair." I could hear the smile in his voice. With his fingers rubbing my pussy, with my hand gripped around Keith's throbbing cock, and with the show in progress just a few yards from us, I was incredibly turned on -- an understatement to be sure. Gathering my courage, emboldened by the circumstances, I pushed up from the hot tub bench, allowing my bare breasts to rise above the water. Bob smiled broadly, and I blushed, feeling his eyes on my naked body. I was still shy, but the excitement overrode any hesitation in my mind, as I began to stroke my breasts and pinch my swollen nipples, looking directly into Bob's eyes. He made an upward motion with his head, and I understood that he was urging me out of the water. Arousal overrode good judgement, and I stood up, easing my bottom onto the edge of the hot tub. Keith slid over to the other side of the tub, so he could get a better view. I could see that his hand was gripped around his cock and stroking. I looked back to Bob and saw him tapping Carol on the shoulder. Her eyes opened, looking questioningly at Bob, who smiled and pointed in my direction. She quickly joined Bob on the side of the pool. Everyone was watching me. I reached over to pick up my wine glass, and I drained it, fortifying myself and gathering a last bit of courage. Then I closed my eyes and spread my legs, exposing my pussy to my rapt audience of three. My hands stoked my inner thighs, slowly working their way upward. With one hand, I spread my pussy lips open. With the other, I began slowly rubbing my clit. The thought of being watched spurred me on, and I soon slipped a finger inside my slit, working it in and out, spreading my legs further, giving them all a clear view of my dripping cunt. I had shaved before the trip, and my pussy was totally bare. After a few moments, I summoned the courage to open my eyes and gauge the reaction to my impromptu performance. Bob was stroking his cock, Carol fingering her pussy. I looked to Keith, and saw that he was sitting on the side of the tub, his erection standing stiff, his hand stroking fast and hard. I slid a second finger into my pussy and moaned with satisfaction. I don't know that I had ever been so turned on in my life. After a few moments, I began to pump my fingers faster and deeper, my gaze moving from Bob and Carol to Keith. I lowered myself onto my back, my legs spread wide. My right hand continued to rub my pussy, as my left hand began to trace a line down from my pussy to my asshole. I gathered some of my juices on my middle finger and began to rub my rosebud in slow circles, gradually increasing the pressure, until my ass relaxed and allowed my finger entrance. I felt my orgasm rising, and I began to moan softly. My cunt spasmed around my thrusting fingers, and I groaned as I came. I forced my eyes open to see Carol kneeling in front of Bob, his cum shooting over her naked body. "I want you to cum on me too," I begged Keith. Happy to comply, he stood, came close to me, and looked deep into my eyes as he stroked his cock faster and faster. "Cum for me, baby," I said softly. Hearing that, Keith couldn't hold back, and I felt his hot load splashing over my tits, running down over my stomach. I rubbed my hand over my just-decorated flesh and raised a finger to my mouth, tasting Keith, mingled with my own juices. After a moment, we looked up and saw Bob and Carol walking quietly back to their cottage, his arm around her shoulders. Bob waved and said quietly, "See you tomorrow." Across the Bridge Pt. 02 The next morning at breakfast, Keith broached the subject. We had slept late, showered, and headed out to find some brunch at one of the many outdoor cafes. Nothing had been said yet, and as we finished off our eggs benedict, another carafe of mimosas arrived at the table. We sat quietly, enjoying the tropical breeze as we looked up and down Duval St. "So, quite a night," Keith said, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. "That's an understatement," I replied. "I don't know what came over me, I just - " "Please," Keith said, "don't apologize. That was one of the greatest nights of my life. I wanted to thank you for indulging me. You make me very happy." Inwardly, I sighed with relief. At least it seemed that the conversation wouldn't be too awkward. And from Keith's perspective, what wasn't to like? He had talked me into taking off my bikini in front of another couple and then watched me masturbate for an audience. But I still wondered what had set me off. It wasn't just the wine. I had been much drunker than that and had never even contemplated the things that I had done the previous night. What was it? "I'm glad. I always want to make you happy. I just don't want you to think any less of me." "Are you kidding? If anything, I think more of you. It was so exciting to see you cut loose and lose all of your inhibitions. You were a totally sexual creature." He was talking faster, the memories no doubt arousing him and, it seemed, making him more forward than usual. We had always been able to talk about sex, but this seemed to represent new turf. "Well, truth to tell, I feel a bit embarrassed. Between us, I don't consider anything totally off-limits, but involving other people... Well, I just don't know." "I have never seen you so aroused," Keith said softly. "I have never seen you experience so much pleasure. And that is incredibly exciting to me. I want you to be satisfied, I want you to pursue whatever makes you feel good." He paused and smiled. "And it's not like there aren't some benefits on my side." I paused and looked away, watching the fronds on the palm trees waving slowly. The thought of crossing a sexual threshold was exciting, and I could feel a bit of dampness creeping between my legs as I replayed moments from our poolside adventure in my mind. "What about this?" Keith asked after a moment. "We're here for a week. We don't know anyone here. We're anonymous. We already have a head start, so why not spend the rest of our time here exploring? The point of the trip was to spend time together and totally relax, with no obligations or deadlines distracting either of us. Let's enjoy the freedom. It might be fun. And we might learn a thing or two. If there's anything you don't like or don't feel comfortable with, don't do it. But whatever you might like to try, I won't object. Look at it as an incredible opportunity. We've opened the door, so let's walk through it." I didn't say anything for a moment. What else did he have in mind? I considered a number of possibilities, immediately crossing several off my mental list. But some of the options seemed quite tantalizing. Nothing ventured, and all that. "OK," I said at last. "I must confess that last night flipped some sort of switch. But I don't want to do anything stupid, or anything that I would seriously regret later. Most importantly, I don't want to damage our relationship." "It won't," Keith said quickly. "If anything, I think this will strengthen it, so long as we make sure that we are both comfortable with whatever we do." I raised my eyebrows and said, "Deal. I would be less than honest if I said I didn't want to continue down this road. But let's take it slowly." Keith raised his glass, and we toasted our vacation conspiracy. *** We spent the afternoon strolling down Duval, checking out the stores and galleries. It seemed like we were back in what, for us, was normal vacation mode. We bought some souvenirs, stopped periodically to cool off with a frozen margarita, and luxuriated in the fact that we had nothing to do except enjoy ourselves. The only reference to our previous discussion came when we walked past the Garden of Eden bar. Keith waggled his eyebrows, and I said, "Not today, big fella. Maybe by the end of the week." I wasn't quite ready to be naked in a bar in broad daylight, but the idea was beginning to grow on me. My inner exhibitionist had been released last night, and what had previously seemed out of the question was now a "maybe." After a while, the shops and bars all started to run together, so we headed over to Mallory Square, an area near the waterfront that hosted a variety of vendors, street performers, and Key West eccentrics. While strolling down a row of vendor booths, we came upon one advertising body painting. "That could be fun," Keith said. The proprietor had dozens of photos of his handiwork displayed on a large piece of poster board. There were examples of whimsical face painting - cat nose and whiskers, that sort of thing - but some of the pictures featured creations painted elsewhere on the body. There was Wonder Woman, Princess Leia in her gold bikini, and other designs of a more abstract nature. But in all cases, the women were topless, their "tops" painted on their bare skin. "Hi, folks," said the man in the booth. He was around 30, with a long pony tail. He smiled encouragingly. "I'm Brian. What can I paint for you?" "I'm still thinking about it," I replied. "Could you paint something that looks like a bikini top? No comic book outfits, maybe something with a floral pattern?" "Sure," he said. "Do it all the time." "And from a distance, it will look like I'm actually wearing something?" "Absolutely. And if I do my job well, from a few feet away, no one will be the wiser." I mulled it over for a moment. Showing my body to the couple in the pool the previous night had been one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life. So the idea of walking down the street topless, with people not necessarily knowing that they were looking at my bare breasts, was intriguing. Sort of like having my cake and eating it too. I could feel the excitement welling up within me. Brian finally spoke. "If you don't like it, no charge. Besides, I always enjoy painting first-timers." "Done," I said, and he ushered us into his booth. He motioned for me to step behind a screen. "This will give you a bit of privacy," he explained. I smiled inwardly, considering the irony of his statement. Still, it was a thoughtful gesture. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it onto a chair. Reaching back, I unhooked my bra and let it slide off. I was standing in front of a stranger, wearing only a pair of tennis shorts. It was scary, but also thrilling. I could feel my pussy beginning to twitch. My nipples were hard, my excitement obvious. "I'm going to use a combination of airbrush and paint brush," Brain said. "That's going to give us the best results. But I will need to touch you occasionally. Is that OK?" he asked, looking at me, then Keith. "In for a penny, in for a pound," I said. "Let's go." I closed my eyes as he began to work. He began by outlining my "bikini top" with a paint brush. I flinched involuntarily when he cupped my breast to paint the underside, but after I gave him a smile, he continued his work. It wasn't exactly sexual contact, but it was exciting, feeling another man's hands on my tits. Soon enough, Brian had finished his work, and he motioned for me to turn around and look into a full-length mirror. He was a master. From a few feet away, it appeared I was wearing a bikini top with my white shorts, which is not an unusual look in Key West. But if one were to examine the situation a bit more closely, from very close range, it would become apparent that the only thing covering my breasts was a thin coat of paint. "What do you think, Honey," I asked, turning toward Keith, who had been silent during the painting session. His eyes were bright, and a big sloppy grin was spread across his face. "Incredible," he said. "Just incredible." Keith reached for his wallet, and I imagine that he considered this among the best $50 he had ever spent. "Then let's go," I said, thanking Brian on our way out of the booth. If I thought about it too long, my courage might fail me, so I set out for Duval St., with my husband doing his best to catch up. "Slow down," Keith said," there's no hurry." "I don't want to give anyone too good a look," I explained. "If I keep moving, they might wonder what they just saw, but they won't be sure." After a few blocks of purposeful striding, I began to feel the heat, causing me to reduce my pace. It didn't appear that anyone was staring at me. I told myself that people in Key West had seen much wilder things, that I needed to get over myself. So Keith and I fell into a leisurely stroll, joining the rest of the tourists as they shuffled down the main drag. I didn't feel like going into a shop - that was still a bit much for me. But by then I felt OK on the street, enjoying the sensation of the warm sun shining down on my breasts. After a few more minutes, I realized that, while there were no gawkers, there were a few guys checking me out. They were, for the most part, relatively subtle, as men tend to be when they are getting an eyeful but don't want to let on. I started smiling at the guys who seemed the most interested, which seemed to give them permission to look a bit more closely. As they passed by me, I could see their eyes open wide as they figured out that my "top" was nothing more than a thin coat of paint. I glanced over at Keith, and I was glad to see that he was playing it cool, pretending to take in the sights, occasionally glancing over to see how I was doing. I could feel the wetness between my legs, as I became increasingly comfortable interacting with more of the men - and some women - who were giving me a thorough once-over. It was like the previous night, a heat rising within me as I gave in to the thrill that I felt, knowing that multiple pairs of eyes were fixed on my breasts, swinging gently as I strolled down the street, naked to the waist. I felt sexy, empowered, and excited. "Let's make a slight detour," I said to Keith, turning down a narrow alley between two buildings. Though we were no more than 20 feet from the busy sidewalk, it seemed like we were alone. No one looked our way, their attention focused on the continuous party in progress up and down the street. I took this as my opportunity, reaching down to unbutton my shorts. I looked up and locked eyes with Keith. "If you finger me, I can cum right now." He needed no encouragement, reaching down between my legs to lower the zipper. As his left hand slid around to my lower back, his other hand pushed into my panties, and I felt his middle finger rubbing my clit. "I'm ready," I said hoarsely, "I want your fingers in me." A finger slipped easily between my lips, and I felt a delicious pressure on my g-spot, as Keith worked his finger in and out of my pussy. He quickly added a second finger, and I gasped as he increased the speed of his thrusts, pushing hard into me. My cunt was soaked, and I spread my legs further, allowing him complete access to my pussy. Soon, a third finger joined the other two, stretching me wide open. I looked to my left, seeing people moving along the street, none of them having any idea what was going on just a few feet away. It happened suddenly. I came fast and hard, with my husband's fingers pumping into me, as people walked past, oblivious to my orgasm. I was glad for the relief, but it came too fast. I had no time to truly savor the experience. But I knew what to do. "Let's go back to the hotel," I whispered. *** After a quick shower to rinse off the body paint, I fell into the bed, still coming down from my finger fucking, exulting in a dreamy languor. Once a few moments had passed, I opened my eyes to see Keith standing naked in the door to the bedroom. "Baby, that was the hottest thing I have ever --" I raised my finger to shush him. "Come fuck me," I said. Not exactly a command, but loud and clear. Keith knelt between my spread legs and lowered his head. I wanted his cock inside me, but I didn't want to give up the opportunity for his to worship my pussy. I felt the tip of his tongue sliding up between my lips, completing its journey with a flick at the top. He kept doing it, nice and slow. My hands began to run over my breasts, and I pinched my nipples as Keith continued to tease me with the tip of his tongue. "Faster," I said. Keith increased the pace, his tongue fluttering over my clit. I cried out and came hard, as a feeling of pure release swept through my body. I convulsed and thrashed, as Keith held my hips firmly in his hands, now working his tongue at a furious pace. At some point, my involuntary writhing slowed, and I looked down to see Keith sitting up, grinning at me, with my juices covering his face. "Baby, you are incredible," he said softly, lying down beside me. He kissed my deeply, and I could taste my pussy on his lips. I glanced over to see that he hadn't cum, his cock standing straight upright. I reached over and began stroking him, a generous amount of precum lubricating his cock and aiding in my ministrations. "That's OK," he said. "We can pick this up later. I don't want to be greedy." I could hear the smile in his voice. I chuckled softly. "Oh, no, buster, you're not getting out of this one. I said I wanted you to fuck me. I love it when you eat my pussy, and that was so good. But I want that hard cock inside me." I had already cum more times in the past 24 hours than in the previous month, but I was insatiable, wanting more. Maybe I thought that it was all an aberration, something that might never happen again. I turned my head and looked into my husband's eyes. "Fuck me, Keith. Fuck me now, and fuck me hard." Who was this person who had taken over my body and my mind? Was it just vacation sex? I realized that it was something more, maybe the unlocking of something that had always been inside me. But now was not the time for analysis. Now was the time for action. Rolling over onto my stomach, I could feel Keith's eyes on my naked body. I began to softly grind my pussy into the mattress, giving some small relief to the need that was once again building inside me. I smiled inwardly, realizing that the old principle of "equal and opposite reaction" meant that I was also wiggling my ass, which must have pleased Keith to no end, based on his earlier reaction to my bikini and the view of my ass cheeks that it presented. Pushing my knees under my body, I raised my ass in the air, keeping my head down on the pillow. Keith needed no further encouragement, and he moved behind me, stroking his hands over my hips, my legs, and my ass. He wasn't exactly tentative, but he touched me gently, not wanting to upset the delicate sexual breakthrough that we had achieved. I felt his lips on my ass, softly kissing my cheeks. I gave a satisfied moan to let him know that I was loving his kind attentions. His hands came to rest on my ass, one on each cheek, and his gently parted them, sliding his tongue into the opening, slowly dragging the tip over my asshole. I shivered with pleasure and delight. We sometimes engaged in a bit of ass play, but it had been a long time, and it was certainly not a regular part of our lovemaking repertoire. But on this trip, anything was possible, or so it seemed. I pushed back against him, as his tongue traversed the delicate skin between my cheeks. He would linger over my asshole, lapping at it for a moment, then stiffening his tongue and drawing slow circles over my most intimate place. I felt wanton and dirty. Dirty in the best possible way, giving in completely to pleasure and wanting more of the ecstasy that I had already felt so many times since arriving in Key West. Looking over my shoulder, I said, "I love that, it feels so good. And you're such a naughty man. But now I want you to fuck me." Our eyes connected, and we both smiled widely. Never had I felt so close to him. Keith was on his knees behind me, his cock in his hand, guiding the head back and forth between my swollen pussy lips. He gradually increased the pressure of his motions, and soon his cock slid inside, so perfect, so smooth. He paused, and we luxuriated in the feeling of my cunt finally sheathing his cock. It was intimate and, yes, lovely. But I didn't want to make nice, sweet love. I wanted to be fucked. With his cock buried deep inside me, I began to grand my ass against his body, creating a delicious friction, forcing every possible bit of Keith's cock into my pussy. I felt him pull out slightly, then press back in. With each cycle of motion, he increased the length of his thrusts, until he was driving into me like a piston, withdrawing all but the head and then slamming the length of his cock into me, filling the room with the glorious sound of sex. He paused, and I wondered why. Then I felt a finger rubbing my pussy. After a moment, I felt the same finger, slick with my juices, massaging my asshole. I gasped involuntarily, and the rubbing stopped. I realized that Keith was afraid that I would object to this unexpected addition to the proceedings, and I quickly whispered, "Oh yes, please." Now confident of my desire, Keith began circling my ass with his finger, adding some of his own saliva to my pussy juices. He pressed his finger firmly in place, waiting. Then, almost as if I had willed it, my ass relaxed and opened to him, his finger sliding inside so smoothly, so easily. I thought of my performance the previous night. Over the years, I had sometimes touched my ass while masturbating, and it was only an occasional variation. But just hours ago, I had been rubbing my clit and fingering my ass in front of my husband and two strangers. The feelings from that moment returned, and I pushed back against Keith's finger, driving it deep inside me. I moved my bottom back and forth to encourage him, and soon he was pumping his finger into my ass, in rhythm with the thrusts from his cock into my pussy. I felt so slutty, being fucked in both holes, but I loved it. I was what I wanted, it was what I needed. Keith began to pump harder, faster. I could hear him moaning, in an almost animalistic fashion. At that moment, there was nothing but us in our universe, nothing to do but satisfy our desires. I could feel my orgasm approaching, but I tried to wait, tried to prolong the exquisite pleasure. That didn't last long, as I heard Keith cry out, and, an instant later, felt him shoot cum into my pussy. His release gave me permission, and I let go, our orgasms joined together seamlessly. It had already been quite a day, but I had a feeling that it was far from over.

Ashley Naked at the Library byLadyRedHeart© Ashley Naked at the Library Ch. 01 Ashley Packins groggily rose from her slumber, her brain firing off as she woke, starting up for the day ahead of her. She yawned and stretched her hands behind her back as she looked to the window. It was fairly early, so there was light outside, but not too much. Knowing she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, she got out of bed. Ashley's mood immediately rose when she realized today was her day off. She was caught up on homework, she had no classes that day, and no other plans. She was free to do what she wanted. She looked towards her open closet. Inside sat a large trench coat that looked out of place in a college girl's closet. Ashley felt a small smile on her face. See, recently, Ashley had been interested in trying out some...mild exhibitionism. She'd found herself interested by the concept after being exposed to it on some..."certain sites", and so she'd gotten a trench coat to try going out...but in *just* the coat, nothing else. It would be her first time trying it out, but it could be fun. Or it could end in her getting caught and possibly getting kicked out. She decided not to focus on the second option. Of course, there were other things she could do. She could go hang out with her friend James, or go for a walk...but she could do those kinds of things other times. It wasn't often she got the opportunity to go out and...test her new possible fetish. Ashley smiled again to herself as she walked over and grabbed the slightly oversized coat. She'd been waiting for a good opportunity to do this, and today seemed to be that opportunity! Why not? Still smiling, Ashley made sure her windows were closed and the curtains drawn as she stripped out of her pajamas, until she was standing naked in front of the coat. She glanced over at a nearby mirror. She was met with the reflection of her petite form, her modestly-sized breasts, and short blonde hair. She also could see her clean, nicely shaven crotch. She put hygiene at a high priority, so she made sure to shave often. With a shiver, she took in the feeling of her nude body in the chill air before grabbing the coat and sliding it on. It had light fur on the inside to keep her warm if it was cold, which this early was a nice thing. It felt weird having this huge coat over her naked frame, but also felt invigorating. She made sure it was secure, and faced the door. Time for the first step: going outside her room. She took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked out. Immediately, she felt tingles as she spotted someone else, a guy, also exiting his room. He gave her a strange look, but quickly lost interest and went on his way. She shivered. A guy had just seen her wearing nothing but an overcoat! Now the college wasn't a stranger to naked students, obviously in a place like this there would be people dared to streak through the halls, or people like herself who got caught. But, a while back, Ashley would've never expected she'd be like them. But here she was. She crept down the halls, still wearing some sandals, as she didn't want to walk barefoot. Not only would it be uncomfortable, but also might arouse suspicion. So she went on her way. She crept down the halls slowly, taking in the feeling of her nude body under the coat as other students continued to give her strange looks. None actually confronted her though, so before long, she had reached the main door to the building. Here was the second step: going outside. She would be completely naked save for a coat...outside. She hesitated for only a second before she shoved it down, opened the door, and stepped out. She felt the cool air against her ankles, her face, and hands. She breathed in deeply, and shivered once more. She was almost completely naked outside!! She could see students milling about, which only filled her with more anxiety, and simultaneously joy. All of them were oblivious to her state of dress, or lack thereof, under the coat. Now then, she didn't want to just stand there like a weirdo, so she considered her options. She could walk around the campus, staying nearby, she could take a stroll down the streets, go to a store, or even get on a bus! There were a lot of possibilities to choose from! After a moment, Ashley decided to stay on campus and head to the school library. She knew on a day like this, it wouldn't be very populated, so it was a pretty safe bet to try this out. Ashley made her way across campus with a smile on her face. She greeted those she came across with hellos and good mornings, which they returned. It didn't take her long to get to the large building, and she went inside. Due to the fact that Ashley came here often, and that the woman had an incredible memory, the librarian, named Margaret, behind the main desk greeted her by name. "My my, what are you wearing, dear?" She said in a sweet accent that only older women were able to manage. "I-it's just an outfit I wanted to try out. It was cold enough, so why not?" Ashley said, hoping she wouldn't question it further, and she didn't. Margaret simply nodded. "I wouldn't wear it, as to my knowledge, usually only men wear those things, but I won't stop you, you do whatever you want. I know these days anyone can wear anything they want." She said, giving her a smile. "Now, was there anything you were looking for in particular?" "No, I just wanted to find a nice, quiet place to read." She answered. Margaret nodded. "Understandable. Well, luckily for you, this place is nearly empty. I think there's maybe two other students in the whole building, so you shouldn't have a hard time finding a nice spot." She informed Ashley. Ashley nodded in thanks, and went on her way. Of course, Ashley didn't grab a book, instead she went upstairs, knowing that the higher up levels weren't as visited anyway. She could tell by the slightly eerie silence that this floor was empty. She grinned and walked over to a table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. She became acutely aware of the feeling of the coat against her butt as she sat. She breathed, and breathed out. Well, there was only one thing left to do, wasn't there? Ashley took a deep breath as she prepared herself. She was finally doing it, after thinking about it for weeks now, she was finally gonna do it. Ashley slowly gripped the straps of the coat, and started undoing them. With every strap that came undone, her heart beat faster and faster. Only three left. Three straps protecting her body from the outside world. She undid one, leaving her at two. She didn't know if she was even breathing anymore. She undid another, leaving her at just one. She stopped, her heart racing as she exhaled the breath she'd been holding. With a gulp, she undid the last strap, and felt the coat go loose. She did one last look around before she pulled her arms out of the sleeves. Even just having her arms out and exposed was exhilarating. As she pulled them out, the coat fell, showing off her collarbone, and a little bit of cleavage. She giggled, and grabbed the sides of the coat. This was it. She pulled it open, and let it drop down her body. She couldn't contain her laugh as she looked down at herself. Her breasts were now fully out in the open. If someone came around the corner right now, they'd see every inch of her modest bust. Her nipples were hardened from arousal, and she gently poked them. But she wasn't going to stop there. With a deep breath, Ashley stood up and allowed the coat to fall completely off of her body. She was now fully naked, outside of her room, in a public place! Everything was on display, from her breasts, to her smooth, blemish-free ass, to her shaved crotch. Anyone would be able to see anything! Ashley shivered at the amazing sensation of the cool air of the building against her body. She looked down at the coat and giggled. She looked around the room, wondering what she should do now. Ashley Naked at the Library Ch. 02 Ashley took a step away from the chair, a step away from what previously covered her modesty. Then another, and another, and another. Soon, she was far enough away that if someone showed up right now, she wouldn't be able to reach the coat in time. It was exciting. Ashley slipped out of her shoes as she walked towards a bookshelf, so she could be truly naked. The carpet felt soft under her bare feet. She walked up to a shelf, and pressed her body against it. She relished in the feeling of her breasts against the hard books and wood. Her thighs rubbed against the spines, and her hands crept along. First they crept along the shelf, but soon travelled down her body, from her shoulders, over her breasts, down her stomach, to a little stroke between her legs. She retracted her hand to find a slight dampness. Ashley moved along further, now between two of the shelves. She ran her hands along the books as she walked. Her breasts bounced ever so slightly with every step. She stopped, and pressed against a shelf again, but with her back this time. She shivered as she felt the books rub against her ass cheeks, and she moved up and down, grinding against them. She giggled. She continued down, walking between the shelves, rubbing her body with her hands, or against the shelves. She savored every moment she was exposed. She was hoping it would feel good, but she hadn't expected it to feel this good! Then, suddenly, she heard a noise that caused her to freeze. She pressed against the shelf, and crept to the edge. Slowly, she peeked around the corner, to see what made the noise. Ashley was surprised to see a group of three male students walking up the stairs, talking amongst themselves. They didn't appear to be the kind to come in to read. Ashley knew she wasn't supposed to judge by appearance, but she was calling out what she saw. Ashley began to panic. This could be very bad. She pulled her head before they saw her, and listened closely to see where they were going. Thankfully, they didn't seem to be going towards where her coat was, at least not yet. But that could change. She needed to get to it as fast as possible. Ashley crept across the shelf, trying her best not to make too much noise as she reached the opposite end. She peeked around the corner, but immediately shot her head back. One of them was heading her way! Quickly, she burst into a sprint down between the aisles. Her breasts bounced around as she ran, causing her to blush. She managed to get around the corner just before the guy did. She pressed against the wall, her heart racing. She didn't have a chance to breathe though, as the guy continued heading towards her! She had to get to the other side, as if she went the other way, she would be heading away from the coat instead of to it. She peeked around, and waited until he wasn't looking her way. When he looked down to check his phone, she ran across the aisle. He didn't seem to notice, but she almost ran straight into another guy! She ducked into the aisle as the guy passed her without managing to see her. She tried to stay quiet as her heart raced and her breathing was quick. Her breasts raised and lowered with her breathing. Ashley continued her trek back to her clothes, hearing the two guys talking to each other. She still didn't know where the third one was. She made it to the end of the aisle and once more peeked around. She didn't see anything except the desk and the chair. The guy didn't seem to be around, but he could show up at any time. The other two also seemed to have started moving again. She had to go for it, now! So Ashley prepared herself, and sprinted towards the chair. Ashley reached the chair and quickly flipped it around, and her face paled as she found the chair empty. The coat was gone!! Ashley began to panic, then mentally slapped herself. 'Okay, think!' She thought to herself. 'Clothes don't just vanish like that...well, except socks, but that's not the point!' Ashley looked around, under the chair, under the table, and around the general vicinity. She tried to suppress a groan of frustration as her search came up with nothing. 'Okay, just think...where could it have gone?' As Ashley thought it over, she heard a gasp. She turned towards its source, and found a wide-eyed guy staring at her. Ashley felt her breath hitch, and as the guy opened his mouth to speak, Ashley rushed over and placed her hand over his mouth. "Stop!" She whisper-yelled. "You can't-" Ashley stopped as she heard footsteps and voices. Keeping her hand over his mouth, she pulled the guy around a corner and hid from the approaching boys. As Ashley peeked around the corner, she suddenly realized the position she had put herself in. The boy continued to stare wide-eyed as his arm was pressed between her bare breasts, his skin warm to the touch. Her face grew red as she tried to focus on the immediate problem. The guys sat down at the table and got out their phones. Ashley moved back and pulled the guy away from her, who's face was also red. "Did you see a coat over by that chair?" She whispered as she gestured to the table. The guy tried to speak, but Ashley shook her head. "Just nod or shake your head!" The boy nodded, and Ashley felt a slight sense of hope. "Where did it go?" The boy stayed silent, and Ashley realized she would have to let him speak. "Okay, just be quiet!" He nodded, and she removed her hand from his mouth. "I...I put it in the lost and found." He said, and Ashley silently cursed. "Wh-why are you-" "Not important! Listen, you never saw me, okay?!" She said. He stayed silent, so she grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Okay?!" She saw his gaze look downward, at her chest. As she had shook him, her breasts had jiggled from the movements. She blushed, and growled audibly. "I said okay?!" "Y-yeah, okay!" He said. She nodded, and looked towards the stairs. They were in plain view from the table. The lost and found was by the desk, so not only would she have to get to the stairs without being seen, but she'd also have to get to the lost and found as well. It wasn't going to be easy. She turned back to the boy, and saw his eyes shoot up. She glared as she realized he had been staring at her ass. "Go! And don't tell!" She said. He nodded, and rushed away. The other boys greeted him. Ashley knew she needed to be quick, just in case he didn't listen. She crept along the shelf until she could see the stairs. She peeked around the corner to see the boy had joined the others, and was looking towards the stairs. She sighed. He'd definitely see her, but she could live with that. She just needed to get past without being seen by the others. She took a few deep breaths as she steadied her nerves. She stepped back, got into a running position, and took off towards the stairs. Ashley couldn't help but notice her unbound breasts bouncing wildly as she sprinted for the stairs, blushing the whole time as she imagined what she looked like from someone else's point of view, and trying to be as quiet as possible. Thankfully, the carpeted floor seemed to muffle her pretty well, and she made it to the steps, quickly running down a couple and flattening herself against the wall, listening closely. When several seconds passed and she didn't hear any cry about a naked girl running around or frantic footsteps heading her way, she let out a sigh of relief. Then she realized that boy from before had probably been watching at the very least, and had seen that ridiculous sight she had imagined herself in. That only made her blush more. Ashley shook her head, focusing. She'd made it past the first obstacle. Now she needed to get to the lost and found and retrieve her coat without being seen, a bit of a harder task. Ashley crept down the stairs, scooting along the side of the stairs, feeling the cool white wall against her bare ass, giving her slight shivers. Despite her panic and terror, she couldn't deny that she was kinda enjoying this. She almost didnt want to pull her butt away, as the strange sensation felt pretty good. Curiosity overtaking her, she backed away from the wall and turned around. She walked back, and then pressed her breasts against the wall. Immediately, she felt that same pleasure return as she became hyper aware of how her hard nipples felt against the cool, smooth surface. She even let out a little giggle. She then got another idea; she started to move her body up, then down. She had to hold in a moan as she felt an intense arousal overtake her as her nipples rubbed against the wall. Her breasts swayed with the movement, squishing against the wall as her nipples were pressed in. Ashley giggled once more. After a minute of this, a sudden laugh made her jump so high she swore her feet left the ground. It came from upstairs, where the boys were. It was enough to snap her out of it, and her face burned. If she let herself get distracted like that, she only increased her chances of getting caught! Ashley slapped her cheeks and resumed her trek. Ashley reached the bottom and peeked out at either side. On her left led further into the first floor of the library, and on her right was the front desk. She could see the book scanner, the door to the back room, and the box of lost and found. And there was no one there! Ashley smiled. Perhaps this wouldn't be as hard as she thought! Ashley took another look around, and after double checking that the coast was clear, she got ready to make a run for it. She actually hesitated for a moment, however, kind of not wanting to move away from the smooth wall. She shook her head, however, took a deep breath, stepped out, and rushed towards the box. She managed to just reach the box when she suddenly heard the sound of a door opening! Ashley panicked and ducked down by reflex behind the desk. She would be sheltered by it from whoever was behind the front desk, but if someone came in, there was no way they'd be able to miss the naked girl crouching in front of the desk! Ashley peeked over the front desk for a moment to see the librarian, Margaret, coming out from the back room with a stack of books, likely getting ready to put them on the shelves. Ashley ducked back down before Margaret could see her, panicking. If she left the desk, it was almost impossible for her to not see Ashley squatting down there completely nude! As Margaret made a final check on the books, and got ready to leave the front desk and find Ashley, Ashley prayed for something, anything to save her!! Ashley Naked At The Library Ch. 03 And it did! Just before Margaret left, the phone suddenly rang, surprising both girls. Margaret put down the stack and answered the phone. On top of that, Margaret turned around, giving Ashley the perfect chance. Ashley quickly crawled to the box, and nearly cried out when she spotted the coat sticking out of the box. She reached for it, grabbed it, and pulled... ...knocking the box onto the ground! Ashley quickly ran as Margaret turned around. Before she could be spotted, Ashley rushed into a nearby bathroom, knowing that if she stuck by that desk, she would likely be seen. "What...?" Margaret wondered aloud. Pulling the phone cord along with her as she continued her conversation, she picked up the box and examined it. Ashley was peeking around the corner of the bathroom door and watched in horror as Margaret took the box into the back room, even further out of reach than before. As Margaret returned, Ashley ducked fully into the bathroom, groaning aloud. "God dammit!" She whisper-yelled. "Um, hello?" A voice spooked Ashley and she quickly rushed into an open stall, shutting the door behind her and locking it. Ashley held her breath as she listened. "Hello?" The voice had spoken again, and when she heard it, Ashley paled. That...that was a guy's voice, wasn't it? Ashley hesitantly stepped onto the toilet lid and peeked out over the stall. Ashley quickly noticed the out of place installment in the bathroom: a urinal! Ashley ducked back down. She had gone into the men's bathroom!! "I guess no one's there?" The guy asked one last time. Ashley remained silent as the guy finished up, left the stall, and washed his hands. He paused for a minute afterward, probably looking around for the voice he heard before he finally left. Once he was gone, Ashley let out the breath she'd been holding. She felt like crying, yet also at the same time she felt like doing...something else. Ashley sat on the toilet seat, still as stone for a little while, before her hand slowly began to trail down her body, over her breasts, where she found her nipples hard and pointy, over her stomach, and finally to her crotch, she she rubbed her fingers against her still woefully exposed pussy. She pulled her hand back and examined the juices on them. She was aroused by this entire thing, even though she was terrified. Ashley sighed. Of all the things to find arousing... Ashley wiped her hand on some toilet paper and dropped it in the toilet. She clapped her cheeks with her hands, and stood up. The first course of action was to get out of here, so she reached for the lock, ready to rush out, but as Ashley was ready to unlock the latch keeping the door closed, she heard the door to the bathroom open, and she stepped back in fear as she heard giggling. "Really, here~?" "We haven't done it here yet! Another place we can add to the list~" It was a man and woman, who spoke with each other for a little while before they suddenly started making strange sounds, something along the lines of what seemed like kissing and the rustling of fabric. Ashley blushed as she realized what was probably happening, but her curiosity was getting the better of her, so she once again stood on the toilet lid and peered over the top of the stall. Ashley's blush deepened at the sight in front of her: the guy and the girl were locked in a deep kiss, but that wasn't what caught her attention. What had her attention was the fact that the guy's pants and even boxers were at his ankles, and Ashley could plainly see his dick. Ashley stared at the large mass, the bright pink tip leaking clear fluid as it twitched, ready and waiting for the girl to give it attention. Hair seemed to be everywhere, and two sacks hung down underneath. This was the first time Ashley had seen a dick in person. To be completely honest, she'd expected the first dick she would see would be James', most likely by accident, but still. She had not been expecting this to be the situation she'd see her first dick in. It only got crazier when the girl broke the kiss, and quickly ripped off her shirt and bra, tossing them aside, and allowing Ashley to get a side view of the girl's rather large chest. The first thing Ashley thought when she saw them was actually "I would hate to deal with the back thing those would cause." But Ashley stared transfixed as the guy grabbed onto her breast with one hand, and grabbed the back of the girl's head with the other. As they embraced once more into a deep kiss, the girl grabbed onto the guy's dick, and began to stroke it. Ashley felt a tingle down below as she watched, and her hand subconsciously found itself back at her crotch once more, where it soon began to rub against her pussy. She didn't recognize the two, but it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference in how she was watching them intently now. The girl pumped the guy's dick fast and hard, making the guy moan into the girl's lips as he tightly squeezed her chest. Before long, they broke away, and the guy grabbed the girl hard, shoving her against the wall, bent over. He pulled down her pants, revealing her ass, which Ashley had to admit looked pretty fine. Along with that, she could now also see the guy's ass, which looked pretty good as well. Ashley watched stunned as the guy grabbed the girl's ass cheeks and shove his dick into her pussy, making the girl moan loudly. At that, Ashley's own pussy turned hot, and she rubbed it with her fingers with her other hand over her mouth, suppressing her own moans. The guy began to thrust into the girl, grunting as he did so. Meanwhile, the girl continued to moan all the while. Ashley's juices coated her finger as she vigorously rubbed her clit, enjoying the rare show she was witnessing. The guy went faster, his balls slapping against the girl's skin, and her moans increased in volume. "Mmmm...fuck...ahhhh~" the guy groaned, which only heightened Ashley's own arousal. She wiggled a finger inside herself, not even fully aware of what she was doing, as she was so transfixed on what was happening. "Ahhhh...ahhhhh...mmmm...yes!" The girl moaned. Ashley's own moans were starting to become unbearable, but some part of her still knew she had to stay hidden, so she managed to keep them muffled. That is, until the girl came. The girl's moans grew louder and louder, increasing in volume more and more until she finally climaxed with a loud gasp. Soon after, juices dripped onto the floor. At the sight, Ashley couldn't contain it anymore, and she moaned through her hand. Thankfully, the guy seemed to groan as she moaned, so he didn't hear it...but the girl did. She frowned, and Ashley, once she realized what she had done, dipped back down, eyes wide, pussy dripping, and shock coursing through her body. What...had she just done?! She listened and heard the guy finish soon after, leaving the couple breathing heavily for a while. Ashley tried her best to hold her breath, though it was difficult with her reeling from her own intense climax. When no one spoke for a while, she thought she might be in the clear. "Honey, I think someone is in here." The girl's voice made Ashley freeze, and she quickly put her feet up on the seat so they wouldn't be visible from below. "What?" The guy asked. "I heard a moan after I came." She explained. "At least, I think I did. I think someone might be here. And they might've been watching us." The two went silent for a little while, and Ashley continued to hold her breath. "Should we look?" The guy finally asked, and Ashley silently shook her head. No no no, this was bad!! If she was caught after something like that, then...! "Let's search the stalls." The girl said. Ashley felt her heart race as their footsteps approached the row of stalls. Before the couple could start checking the stalls, the door opened again, and there was the sound of several brief voices before the door closed again, and a pair of footsteps came in. Then there was a gasp and a voice. "What are you doing in here?!" It took Ashley a moment to realize the new guy was probably talking to the girl in the men's bathroom (other than herself). "Umm..." the girl stuttered. "Forget it, let's go." The guy said as he seemingly grabbed his girlfriend and rushed out. When the door opened, she heard those voices again, and once again they were gone when the door closed. "Dude." A different guy said to his friend. "I bet they were fucking in here." "Oh come on, you..." the first guy paused. "Actually, probably." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, you excited?" "Yeah, I've been waiting to talk about this book for days!" The second guy said as they went to the urinals and Ashley heard the sound of them being used. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, but continued listening, curious about their conversation. Ashley was surprised by how much she was eavesdropping. She never did this...though to be fair, she also didn't usually hide in the men's bathroom completely naked, so this was unique circumstances. "It's a good thing the library seemed empty. The librarian already says we're noisy enough." The first guy said, laughing. "Yep, but we can't help it. This is way more fun than I originally expected." The second guy said. The two finished up and washed their hands, continuing their conversation as they left. Ashley waited for a count of thirty seconds before she slowly crept out of the bathroom stall. Immediately, she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her standing there completely naked, wet juices covering her inner thighs. Ashley quickly grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned herself, throwing the toilet paper in the toilet along with the previous one, and flushing. After that, she crept along the surprisingly clean floor, and opened the door. When Ashley peeked out, she paled in horror. The previously empty library was now full of a group of people talking while holding what seemed to be the same book. Ashley realized with horror that this was a book club her school had! Dozens of students were outside, with dozens of eyes that could see her naked if she wasn't careful! Ashley went back inside, groaning. She *needed* to get into that back room and retrieve her coat. But now there were a ton of people that could see her if she wasn't careful. This was so so bad. Ashley tried to calm herself and think of a plan. She could just wait in here until they left, but she had no idea how long that could be. She could make a run for it and try to get there. The back room wasn't too far away, but it was certainly out in the open. Ashley tried to think, and her eyes drifted to the toilet paper, then to the paper towels. Could she...? It wouldn't be the best cover, but... Ashley groaned again, and peeked back out. She just couldn't get over how many people were now out there. Ashley decided she would wait for a good opportunity, and run for it. Wrapping herself up would take forever, if she even could manage it, and she didn't know if she had the patience to wait. She had to just go for it. Protected by a short wall, Ashley crept around the door, and pressed against the wall, her breasts squeezed against the wood. She shivered at the chill against her nipples, which were still annoyingly hard. She watched and waited. She needed to go when everyone was turned away. She waited, and waited, but when a few minutes had passed, and that time never came, Ashley wanted to scream in frustration. She needed to cause a distraction. Ashley went back inside the bathroom, and looked around. She spotted some bottled soap on the counter, and grabbed it. She went back out, and looked around. She had to throw it to the other side of the room, and in a way that didn't make it obvious where it came from, so everyone would look at where it landed. Thankfully, she had a strangely strong arm, and had used that arm as a pitcher in a softball team as a child. Of course, that was years ago, but she still could remember how to throw well. She never expected such a thing to be useful like this. Ashley waited, and when she saw the right opportunity, she wound her arm back and tossed the soap. It whirled past people and crashed into the wall on the other side, leaving a dent. That made Ashley cringe, but it was necessary. And it worked. Everyone turned to it, and Ashley made a break for it, bounding away from the wall, past the thankfully empty front desk, and into the back room, where she slammed the door shut behind her. She took a moment to catch her breath. She couldn't believe it had actually worked. Maybe she could get out of this after all! Once Ashley had somewhat calmed her racing heart, she took a look around. She stared in awe at the piles of unshelved books, just waiting to be added to the massive collection the library already had. Her curious eyes scanned around, and she even giggled when she saw the next installment of her favorite book series sitting in one of the piles. But that wasn't what she was here for. She had to find the lost and found box, and fast. She didn't want to get caught in here. Not only was she naked, but in a place she wasn't allowed to be normally. She had to act fast. Ashley nodded to herself, and moved away from the door, ready to search. Ashley Naked At The Library Ch. 04 As Ashley began to frantically search for the box containing her coat, she kept noticing new books not yet on the shelves that she couldn't help but take a peek at. Namely, ones by her favorite authors, both new books and sequels of old ones, some manga she was interested in, and much more. She couldn't stop herself from grabbing them and reading them. "Ugh, I just want to know how that cliffhanger gets resolved, dammit!" She said aloud as she held the next volume in one of her favorite series. After reading one page, she realized how ridiculous she must've looked right then: a girl standing completely nude as she read a book. The thought made her blush, and she set down the book to finally focus. They would go up eventually; for now she needed that coat. But so far, she'd had no luck. The longer she searched, the more panicked she became that she'd get caught. The fact was that the place was just so big that it could be anywhere. Ashley knew she couldn't give up, though, so she kept going. At one point, she was bent over searching through cabinets low to the ground, silently cursing as she found nothing. Once she stood up, she turned around, and froze as she was met with the sight of a window she somehow hadn't noticed before. A window she'd just been completely naked in front of. Bent over. Ashley felt her face go a deep red as she quickly ducked out of view of the window, praying nobody had been watching. If somebody had been, well...they would've gotten quite an eyeful... Ashley became aware of just how cold the room was. The tiles under her bare feet were chilly, and the cool air was making her nipples hard. Ashley slapped her cheeks. She needed to focus! She kept getting distracted! Ashley decided to stop and simply scan the room. However, she needed to get up high to get a good vantage point. Ashley looked around, and spotted what seemed to be a decently balanced pile of books she could temporarily get on. Ashley nodded to herself as she made her way over. She climbed onto the table, falling onto her butt after slipping a bit, and finding an odd pleasure at how the wood felt underneath her bare ass. Ashley didn't let it get to her too much before she carefully climbed the stack of books, and looked out over the room. From here, she could see pretty far in every direction. She took stock of where she had and hadn't searched. She'd mostly stuck to the outside edges, but there were a lot of inner places it could be hiding. It would just take some time. But time was not on Ashley's side. Right then, Ashley saw the door open, and two people walked in. One was Margaret, and the other was...James. Ashley paled, then mentally slapped herself. James helped out at the library, and now he was here!! She was completely and utterly naked in the same room as her best friend!! Who was also a guy!! As Ashley stood frozen, but not yet noticed by the two, they started speaking. "My my, I forgot how messy it was. Are you sure you're ready to tackle this mess?" Margaret asked. "Always. There's no way I'd let you do this alone." James responded. "So, where should we start?" "The tallest piles, since they should really be taken care of first. We shouldn't leave books stacked that high." Margaret said. At that, Ashley finally snapped out of her shock and started making her way back down the pile before she was spotted. However...as Ashley climbed down the stack of books, a weak spot in the pile caused it to quickly tip over and fall, taking Ashley down with it. Ashley suppressed a scream as she crashed to the floor, and got pelted by several books, one even smacking her in the cheek, making her wince. The sound immediately attracted the attention of Margaret and James. "What was that?" James asked. "Sounds like a stack fell over." Margaret answered, and soon after, Ashley heard footsteps rushing over to her. She quickly stood and booked it, rushing around a table and out of sight just as the two spotted the mess she had left behind. "Yeah, looks like a tall stack fell over." Margaret said as she examined it. "But what caused it to fall?" "Maybe it was already about to fall and we came in just as it gave way?" James offered. Margaret thought it over and sighed. "I hope so. The alternative could be someone sneaking around in here, which could mean serious trouble." Margaret said. "Here, help me with this." As the two began to pick up the books, Ashley quietly crawled over to the other side of the room. Ashley wished she could just make a run for it, but she couldn't leave without her coat! Not after she'd worked so hard to get here! She had to continue her search while remaining out of sight. It was her only option. So, Ashley silently resumed her search as the two finished haphazardly stacking the books back up. "That should be good enough for now." Margaret said. "Too bad this wasn't the pile I wanted to start with. Come, this way." When Ashley heard footsteps walking back over to where she was, she panicked and almost froze on the spot. Thankfully, she dove out of sight as the two rounded the corner. Unfortunately, while Margaret hadn't noticed anything, James caught a glimpse of Ashley ducking around the corner. It gave him pause, as he was unsure what he'd just seen. He decided to shrug it off, however. Ashley breathed a sigh of relief, and began crawling to her next place to search. All the while, she was all-too-aware of how her breasts rubbed against the cold, tiled floor of the room. She wasn't concerned about it being dirty, as she knew the entire library was well cleaned, but she was concerned by how horny it was making her. The chill against her bare skin was almost intoxicating, and she even had to hold in a moan at one point when her nipple managed to slide right in between two tiles, pinching it slightly. Ashley frantically, but quietly, searched as hard as she could, silently cursing as she kept coming up empty. She wondered if it might be on a higher shelf, which would not necessarily be very good for her. Still, she had to look, so she sat up, shivering at the feeling of her bare ass against the floor, and looked up. She scanned around, and finally, after long last, she found it. Up on a shelf, about head level if she was standing up, was the lost and found box, and sticking out of it was the coat she had been searching for. Ashley felt relief for a brief moment before realizing she'd have to stand to reach it, and leave her in almost plain view! Ashley tried to think of some other option, but she couldn't. She'd have to stand and try to get it as quickly as possible. She turned around and looked over the table she was crouched behind. She saw that the two had their backs to Ashley, so she had to act fast. With determination coursing through her, Ashley got to her feet, reached up, and grabbed the box. Anxiety filled every inch of her as she pulled. She didn't dare glance at the others as she quickly got it off the shelf. Once it was securely in her grasp, she stood back and lowered her arms. She had to suppress a laugh as she stared down at her prize. Finally, this nightmare would be over! As Ashley marveled at the box like it was a box of treasure, she heard a sudden gasp. She whipped around and locked eyes with James, who unsurprisingly went wide-eyed at the sight of his best friend completely naked in the back room of a library. "What?" Margaret said, and turned to James. Ashley quickly ducked down before Margaret looked over to where Ashley had been. Seeing nothing, she turned back to James. "What is it?" "I, um...it was, uh..." James stuttered. "I-I need to go take a look at something real quick." Margaret gave him a concerned look, but nodded. James began to quickly make his way over to Ashley. Seeing this, Ashley moved away and tried to stay out of sight. Cradling the box, she sidestepped James and went around behind him, heading for the door. She just had to make it there, and she would be fine, right? Ashley ducked into a little corner and peeked around on her knees. She could only see Margaret, as well as the door, which wasn't too far now. She just had to go for it, so she psyched herself up, starting to lift up, and- "Ash?" It felt like Ashley had jumped five feet in the air as she whipped around to find James staring at her. His eyes immediately locked on to her exposed breasts, and her face burned. James was staring at her chest!! Her best friend was staring at her chest!! Ashley brought the box up to cover them as fast as possible. Thanks to how she was seated, he wouldn't be able to see anything down below, which would've made this entire thing so much worse. He shook his head and forced his eyes back up to hers. "What the hell are you doing?!" "It's...a long story..." Ashley said. She looked over her shoulder at Margaret. Thankfully, she hadn't seemed to have heard anything. Ashley turned back to James, who was still staring intently at her, which was only making her embarrassment grow. "L-Listen, I can explain later, but right now, I need you to cause a distraction so I can get out of here without being seen." James stayed silent and simply stared at her for a few agonizing moments. Finally, he sighed. "You better explain this, okay?" He said, and she nodded, desperately wanting him to go away and stop staring at her nude body. He hesitated for a second before he stood up and walked back over to Margaret. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" "Yes?" Margaret said, turning to him and therefore putting her back to Ashley. Ashley stood up slightly, keeping the box over her chest, as James could still see her. "What's that over there?" James said, pointing behind him at the window. "That's...a window?" Margaret answered. Ashley stood up completely, and when James' eyes went wide again, it took her a moment to realize he could now see her no longer hidden crotch. Somehow, her blush deepened, and she moved one hand from the box to her crotch, trying to signal to him to keep going. Thankfully, he quickly recovered, and continued. "N-no...um...the thing...outside the window." He said, pointing. Margaret put her glasses on and squinted, but couldn't see anything. Meanwhile, behind her, Ashley crept over to the door, then realized she'd have to use a hand to open it. She began to panic, not wanting to show neither her chest nor her crotch, so she didn't know what to do. And James staring at her didn't help! James kept trying to assure Margaret that something was outside when Ashley finally realized what she could do. She really didn't want him to see her chest or her pussy, but... With a deep breath, Ashley turned around, removing the hand from her crotch and opening the door, giving James a brief glance at her ass before she left the room, quietly closing the door behind her. Ashley ducked down behind the front desk with the box clutched tightly against her body. Finally, she let out a long-deserved sigh of relief. She rested against the desk for a moment before she set the box down, grabbed the coat, and did her best to put it on while sitting. Once it was mostly on, she finally stood and fixed the rest of it, finally covered once more. Ashley felt like crying as she walked out from behind the front desk on shaky legs. No one from the book club seemed to pay her any mind, as they had already begun talking about their book, and so she walked past them to the door. She stopped just before exiting and looked back at the back room door. How on earth was she gonna explain this to him? Putting that thought aside for now, she stepped out, and promptly made her way back to her dorm, to be safe, sound, and fully clothed once again. 5

A Taste of Miley's Medicine by Ruff Wanderer Miley Cyrus strutted into the club, wearing a mesh, netted tee shirt that was completely see through exposing her braless breasts without quite revealing her nipples. The shirt also stopped well above her belly button exposing considerable midriff. Her pants, well if they could be called that were basically just white panties and her toned stomach and legs glowed as they were illuminated by the splash of lighting in the club. A typical outfit for the atypical girl, Miley was ready to have another fun night partying. Two large bodyguards accompanied her and a couple of her friends who she made sure weren’t as attractive as herself so she could get all the attention. As soon as she had walked in all eyes were immediately on her. Miley lived for this kind of attention as she scanned the room noting the lustful eyes of both men and women alike. She loved pushing boundaries, exposing her sexy body without revealing everything completely. Miley always was the center of attention, she had to be and would settle for nothing less. The lustful gazes seemed to penetrate her very being, and Miley not only relished it, it quite frankly turned her on. With a yell Miley bounded onto the dance floor, twerking her ass on the first guy she saw as everyone cheered and the music blasted. This was what she lived for.  Sarah stood there watching her supposed “friend” grind up on some random guy with her tits and ass hanging out.  “What an attention whore!” she thought. Sarah knew Miley only brought her along because she wasn’t as good looking. At least that’s what Sarah thought, but really Sarah was attractive in her own way. A brunette, she was thin but toned. Sarah had small but perky breasts and a tight little ass to complement long legs but she often hid herself in modest clothing. At the moment Sarah was wearing a plain looking tee shirt over a pair of jeans, and this was at one of the premier clubs in the city. The thing people found unattractive about Sarah was, well her shyness and modesty. Shaking her head, Sarah glared at Miley and something happened in Sarah’s mind. She wasn’t going to stand for this anymore, always being in the background watching her promiscuous friend steal any guy she had her eyes on and basically ignore her at the parties they went to together. Tonight, Sarah was going to get revenge tonight Sarah would get her payback. It was time to give Miley a taste of her own medicine. A Taste of Miley's Medicine 2 Sarah continued watching and waiting. She needed Miley to keep drinking until she would be easy enough to control. Sure enough the time had arrived, and as Miley took another shot (a body shot off some half naked chick) Sarah made her way over to her “friend.” “Heyyy Miley! You see that guy over there, he wants to dance but, well uhm… He said he wants you to dance with him… topless.” Sarah lied pointing to the best looking guy in the club. “Haha, I’m close enough now.” Miley giggled. With that she pulled her shirt up exposing two perky breasts to the guy Sarah had pointed to, and… the rest of the club. Miley’s surprisingly large nipples pointed out dangerously as she jiggled her breasts tantalizingly to the crowd. The place went crazy as everyone cheered her on, but Miley stopped there as she pulled her shirt back down. Sticking her tongue out she swayed to the dance floor again, and made her way over to the guy Sarah had pointed out. They began dancing but nothing more.  Sarah shook her head, her friend was definitely drunk, as promiscuous and slutty as Miley tended to be she would never have showed THAT much sober. Sarah was going to have to work harder to humiliate Miley and she figured there was an easy way to do it. Sarah followed Miley onto the dance floor and without warning grabbed the sides of Miley’s pantie shorts and pulled… nothing happened. Sarah pulled again but the shorts wouldn’t budge. They must have been too tight, and Miley whirled around to face Sarah. “Oh! Sarah what are you doing! You want to dance with me?” Miley slurred with a mischievous grin, sticking her tongue enticingly out again. Before Sarah could respond Miley began grinding and shaking her ass all over Sarah while Sarah awkwardly stood there not knowing how to respond. At this point people were watching entranced by this sexy celebrity rubbing up onto a seemingly random girl.  Leaning over, Miley whispered into Sarah’s ear, “I know what you tried to do, pants me in front of everybody. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I kind of like it.” With that, Miley grabbed the shocked girl’s head and aggressively began making out with her. Apparently Miley was more intoxicated than Sarah had thought, and the next thing she knew Sarah felt Miley’s hands reaching under her shirt. With a snap, Sarah felt her bra come lose and Miley pulled it away before Sarah could react. Then Miley spun around, and pinned both of Sarah’s arms behind her while raising her white tee shirt over her head leaving Sarah immobilized and exposed. The crowd watching went nuts at the sight of Sarah’s pale toned skin and breasts being revealed. Sarah’s small breasts jiggled slightly as she struggled and her pink, smallish nipples sprang to attention. Finally Sarah broke free of Miley’s grasp and pulling her shirt down ran to the bathroom crying tears of shame and embarrassment.  A Taste of Miley's Medicine 3 Sarah opened the door of the bathroom, running from the laughing crowd behind her. Unfortunately in Sarah’s rush to get out of public view she failed to notice the wet floor sign and fell forwards in a puddle of water. With a yell, Sarah got up and saw her reflection… her white t-shirt had become almost transparent. The wet shirt clung to her breasts and nothing was left to imagination. Sarah began sobbing and the one hand dryer in the bathroom was out of order.  “This was all that slut Miley’s fault!” she thought angrily. Sarah comforted herself by trying to scheme up a way to get Miley back. Finally she came up with a plan and gathered herself and headed back out to the club with both her hands covering her breasts. Nobody seemed to notice Sarah as she slunk out of the bathroom as everyone had gotten back to partying and dancing, but Miley looked over and saw Sarah coming out.  Miley made her way over to Sarah and said, “Hey Sarah! Look, I am sooo sorry for doing that its just… well you tried to pants me and I wanted to get even but I took it way to far. If it counts for anything you’re a real good kisser.” Sarah fake laughed and pretended everything was okay. She headed over to the bar with Miley and they both began drinking together.  Sarah in her now more intoxicated state had forgotten about her wet t-shirt and she had stopped covering her chest. She was carelessly exposing her breasts unknowingly to anyone who looked and despite their diminutive size; they were still sexy and suited Sarah’s physique perfectly. Oblivious of her revealing state, Miley decided to point it out. “Sarah. Sarah what happened. You can see your boobies.” Miley giggled. “What! Oh my…” Sarah gasped, blushing as she covered them with her hands.  Miley laughed as she grabbed Sarah’s arms and pulled them to her side. “Oh forget it, everyone’s already seen them, and I think they’re cute.”  Sarah relented, and let her arms rest at her sides exposing her breasts for all to see.  “I’ll let you in on a secret… I’m an exhibitionist Sarah. I like to be exposed, close to naked in public. Heck, part of me wanted to do that VMA performance nude!” Sarah wasn’t surprised to hear anything Miley had just told her. It was obvious she got off from exposing herself, and now was the tie to take advantage of Miley’s increasingly intoxicated state (of course Sarah was ignoring the fact that she was becoming increasingly intoxicated as well.) “Why don’t you do it Miley? Strip naked here. Or at least go topless. I dare you.” Sarah said with a grin. Miley took a deep breath, nodded and walked onto the dance floor. Sarah couldn’t believe her eyes as Miley proceeded to grasp the bottom of her shirt and pull it off of her body completely and wave it around her head. Miley’s boobs were now out, and jiggling wildly as she waved her shirt around. People noticed and everyone started cheering, and camera phones were being pulled out. Its not everyday a celebrity is topless, in basically white panties in public. Miley’s large, hard nipples contrasted nicely with her milky skin. The scene was simply erotic. But everything seemed to change at once when a camera phone flash went off. It was as if the flash snapped Miley out of her drunken and horny haze with the realization that people now had pictures and videos of her breasts. Miley began struggling to put her shirt back on but before she could get it down over her head, Sarah stepped in and pulled the shirt away leaving Miley on the center of the dance floor topless. Miley tried reaching for her shirt causing her breasts to bounce, but Sarah dodged her with ease. Miley not knowing what else to do, covered both breasts with her arms and her face blushing. “I thought you liked showing off your body Miley? You’ve had this coming for a long time.” Sarah announced.  And with that Sarah threw Miley’s t-shirt into the crowd and grabbed the waistband of Miley’s pants and pulled with all her might.  “Noooo! Stop please, I’ll be naked!” Miley cried. Her pleas were ignored as her pants fell to the ground and were pulled away from her feet. Miley’s shaved pussy and ass were now completely exposed. Miley screamed and didn’t know which parts to cover, which only served to prolong her exposure. The crowd was getting awfully close now and some hands were even copping some feels. Miley felt her ass slapped and squeezed, and even her nipples tweaked. She stood there with an arm over her breasts and a hand between her legs, not knowing what to do. Finally two big men stepped in and it was Miley’s two security guards. They pulled her away from the crowd and dragged the naked Miley Cyrus out to her car. People in the street witnessed the naked, and jiggling star being thrown into her limousine as it sped off. Sarah’s work was hopefully finished. A Taste of Miley's Medicine 4 The droplets of water ran down Miley’s body as she stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. Looking at herself in the mirror, she glanced at her smooth stomach and lifted each one of her breasts, admiring them. With a sigh she went into her room and began to get dressed. She loved the way she looked and she loved showing it off but after what had happened the other night with Sarah stripping her naked in front of all those people, she just didn’t know how to feel. Sure she had done risqué photo shoots where she had even shown her nipple but to her that was art, this was just indecent. It wasn’t on her terms, and she didn’t like that feeling of vulnerability and exposure that she had gone through that night. People laughing, taking pictures and some having the audacity to even touch her! She shuddered at that thought as she pulled on a pair of jeans over her panties. Sarah, it was all Sarah’s fault. She thought Sarah was supposed to be her friend! That b**tch was just jealous of the attention Miley got over her, and Miley wasn’t going to let what had happened go. No, Miley smiled as she began planning on how to get back at Sarah, her former friend, the girl who had shamed her publically.  Sarah yawned as she rolled out of bed. Looking at herself in the mirror she sighed, she really didn’t like the way she looked. She felt like she was too flat in both departments (in actuality they were pretty nice and flattering on her figure) and too plain looking. If only she looked like her friend, well maybe former friend Miley. Miley, Sarah felt bad about what had happened the other night, though she didn’t regret doing it. Miley had it coming and Sarah felt that she honestly deserved being exposed like that. The girl was pretty much asking for it anyways. Shrugging, Sarah figured that Miley probably wanted nothing to do with her anymore anyways and she was surprised at how sad she felt over that thought. Sarah actually had liked the girl a lot and they had been close friends even before she had made it big time. Maybe she had just been a lot more jealous then she was willing to admit, and out of jealousy had done those things. Sarah decided that she had to make things right, though with complete nude pictures of Miley plastered all over the internet, and even some video she wasn’t sure of the shamed star would ever forgive her. Sarah figured she had to at least try, what was the worst that could happen right? However before she could muster up the courage to call Miley, her phone began ringing. “Hello?” Sarah said, wondering who it could be. “Hey Sarah it’s Miley. I was just calling to see if you wanted to head to the beach today?” Sarah’s heart was racing, as she began apologizing, “Miley I… I’m so sorry for what I did the other night. I… well I think I was just jealous. You’re so pretty and well, I don’t know.”  “Sarah, it’s okay. We’ve been friends since we were kids, I forgive you. Now grab some suntan lotion and meet me at our favorite spot at the beach, okay?” “Sure, that’d be fun. And thanks Miley.” “No problem, see you soon.” As Miley hung up the phone she smiled a devious grin. She still liked Sarah, they were childhood friends but that didn’t stop Miley from wanting some payback from humiliating her so badly in front of all those people. This was going to be fun. A Taste of Miley's Medicine 5 “Looking cute Sarah! Love the color, dark red really looks good on you.” Miley said as Sarah walked over to Miley who was setting down a towel at the beach. “Thanks Miley, you look hot!” Sarah blurted blushing as Miley laughed.  Truth was, Miley did look pretty god in a hot pink bikini that showed half of her ass, and the half tops of her boobs. “Thanks. Let’s lay out for a bit and tan, then we could go cool off in the water.” Miley said, still smiling. “Okay, sounds fun.” Both girls, each beautiful in their own ways laid down to tan and Sarah soon drifted off to sleep. This was exactly what Miley had been waiting for, knowing how easily her friend fell asleep. Miley began to go to work as she carefully untied Sarah’s top and bottom and pulled them out from under her. Sarah’s extremely pale butt jiggled free as the bottom was pulled away. It was quite a funny sight, seeing the naked girl laying on her stomach with her ass displayed unknowingly to the world. Miley admired her handiwork and began snapping some pictures with her phone. Nobody around the beach, which was only mildly crowded had noticed Sarah’s naked state yet but that was soon to change.  With a loud slap Sarah felt her a hot pain on her backside as it bounced with movement. She looked back in shock to see her snow white ass basking in the glow of the sun! With a yelp Sarah turned over to hide her ass from the public unknowingly displaying her front charms. Her beautiful, small breasts and tiny pink nipples protruded out nicely, and her brown, neatly trimmed bush at stood out as a patch of delicious darkness on her nearly translucent skin. Sarah now noticing the front yelled even louder and began to grab the towel she was laying on for cover. Of course her screams had brought unwanted attention (for Sarah that is, Miley was enjoying her friends exposure, more than she’d like to admit) and people began making their way over to the cute, frantic nude girl trying to cover herself. Miley wouldn’t allow it and she pulled the towel out from under Sarah’s feet causing her to fall on her back with her legs wide open, creating quite the lewd display, with her lips flapping in the wind (no not literally.) Sarah confused, pulled her knees to her chest trying to preserve what little modesty she had left. “Sarah, you’re going to stay naked. You owe me that. We can be friends but I need you to listen to me okay.” Miley calmly instructed. With scared eyes, Sarah nodded as the people at the beach continued watching, some had already begun taking pictures. “This isn’t a nude beach, but they kind of, not really legally look the other way and allow it. So just act natural, be confident because you can leave her naked and never hear from me again, or stay her naked continue being my friend and you’ll get your clothes back eventually.” Sarah sat there, and with a deep breath the formerly shy and reserved girl put her arms at her sides and stood up. Turning to the crowd gawking at her she gave a little wave and smile and the crowd went wild. Sarah’s small breasts moved tantalizingly with her waving arm and her toned, skinny and tight body glowed in the sunlight. With a gasp Sarah sat back down stiffly, not knowing what had just come over her. Her face had been progressively turning redder, and it got even redder after that. She felt an odd moistness down below, and Sarah naked in public, and embarrassed found a small but loud part of herself screaming in ecstasy, she was enjoying the exposure yet hating it at the same time. Maybe she was more like Miley than she realized… A Taste of Miley's Medicine 6 “Okay, now we wouldn’t want anything… sensitive to get burned. I’ll rub some sunscreen in for you Sarah.” Miley suggested. Sarah just nodded, still struggling to come to terms with the fact that a part of her enjoyed the exposure, and especially the attention that she normally never received. Miley squirted the lotion onto her hands, and after instructing Sarah to lay down on her stomach, she began rubbing. She purposely tried to be as sensual and feely as possible both to get Sarah and the audience of onlookers turned on. It was working. You could hear a pin drop as the crowd held their breath, the only sound was Miley’s gentle hands rubbing in the cream. Sarah’s pale skin turned whiter as the cream was rubbed in. Miley worked her way down, from the back, tracing down her spine to her ass last. She took her time, covering the curvature of it perfectly. She ran her hands over Sarah’s tight, pert ass a few extra times and with a quick little squeeze and slap that made Sarah squeal, Miley instructed Sarah to turn over. She complied as she laid on her back, revealing surprisingly pointy nipples and what appeared to be a slightly damp bush. Miley smiled knowingly as she went to work. Avoiding Sarah’s breasts and pussy, she rubbed the lotion across her smooth, flat stomach causing Sarah to let out a groan. Some people giggled at that, and Miley was only getting started.  It was time to cover the breasts, and with precision Miley lathered them up perhaps overdoing it as she let her hands linger. With each rub across Sarah’s nipples, she would let out a moan, each one getting louder much to the crowd’s delight. Miley kneaded Sarah’s nipples giving each a little tweak and flick, causing Sarah to grunt in what sounded like pleasure. With a grin, taking her time Miley applied more lotion onto her hands and let them hover over Sarah’s pussy. At this point the bush had become noticeably wet, and some liquid was seeping down low, and her nipples were pointing a good inch off her chest, hard as rock.  To Sarah’s embarrassment she had thrust her hips, in anticipation of Mile’s hovering hand. Miley began by combing her fingers gently through Sarah’s trimmed bush, causing Sarah to let out her loudest moan yet. Miley then began rubbing in lotion earnestly, which led to Sarah uncontrollably bucking her hips a few times. Just as Sarah felt like she was going to have a sweet release, letting all this built up pressure out Miley stopped and announced that she was done. It took all of Sarah’s willpower not to beg Miley to finish her off there. Sarah just laid there, not knowing what to do, and not trusting her ability to keep her own hands off her. With a playful tap on Sarah’s stomach, Miley then squeezed both of Sarah’s boobs and told her to get up, they were going to play some volleyball. Sarah didn’t know if she’d be able to move without cumming on the spot… this was certainly eye opening, Sarah thought to herself. She found herself excited for what Miley thought of next. A Taste of Miley's Medicine 7 “Who wants to play volleyball?” Miley yelled as she yanked up her horny, naked friend from the ground. Plenty of hands shot up, from both sexes but Miley chose 4 of the best looking guys she saw, to enhance Sarah’s embarrassment, and arousal. “Okay, you can be on our team. Let’s play 3 on the 3.” Miley said. The guy gladly ran over to play with the sexy pop star and hot nude girl. This was a dream come true for him. The game started and Sarah felt as if someone else was controlling her. She was in a fog, and she felt herself purposing stretching for balls, and exaggerating her movements to expose even more of her naked flesh. Her small breasts jiggled pleasantly as she moved around, diving for balls. She had to wipe sand from them a few times, and each time she made contact with her nipples it sent shivers down her spine (and to a certain other area.) Sarah was possessed, and as she dove for another ball sending sand flying everywhere and causing her ass to bounce wildly, she got up and walked over to the guy that was on their team. She asked him if he could get the sand off her ass.  Before the guy could even reply she playfully grind her backside up against his erect penis, and said mischievously, “Whoops.” She then rubbed her butt against his cock a few more times for good measure before stopping. The guy was grinning widely as he playfully swatted her ass, squeezing and bouncing it till the sand fell off. With a loud smack, he sent her back to the front of the net to get ready for the next serve. Miley was furious, she was having enough of this. Sure she had wanted to embarrass the girl, but the sl*t was enjoying prancing her goods around naked to a bunch of strange men, and people watching the match (there were A LOT of people watching.) Miley didn’t want to admit it, but she also felt extremely jealous off all the attention Sarah was receiving, the attention that was usually given to Miley while Sarah normally was left ignored. Mile wouldn’t let this go on any more. “Alright Sarah, the funs over. Go put your bikini back on, you’ve put on a show long enough.” “But Miley… we uhm, have to finish the game first right.” Sarah said, trying to come up with an excuse to stay naked, “What, no! You want to stay naked. Go put some clothes on, what’s wrong with you.” Miley said, shocked at the exhibitionist side of her otherwise modest, reserved friend. Sarah nodded, and walked off the court sliding through the crowd to get to her clothes. The crowd booed as she made her way through, upset that the show was ending but that didn’t stop eager hands from grabbing her ass and tits as he pushed through them. Finally she made her way to the towel and put her bikini back on. It had only been an hour but the fabric felt strange, and almost restricting. Sarah couldn’t believe she had just tried to prolong her nudity back there on the court. Nor could she believe that she had let that guy touch her ass, and she had grinded up against his… his crotch. Sarah could feel her arousal subside, now that the crowd was dispersing and she was decently clothed and she blushed at the lewd display she had put on for everyone. Shaking her head she went back to play volleyball with the guys and Miley. The game ended without event, and the guys left bored at the now covered girl and uninteresting celebrity. Miley was furious, everyone had left despite her being a celebrity, a star who shined in the spotlight. This was ridiculous, there had to be a way for Miley to get their attention she was getting desperate. “Party at my house, and everyone is invited!” She yelled out, now she had their attention. And they’d focus on her all night long. Life was good, and she and Sarah led the people back to her house to have some fun by her pool. It was going to be a fun night. A Taste of Miley's Medicine 8 As Sarah drove her car, following Miley back to her house for the spontaneous pool party she found herself thinking about what happened at the beach. She realized she had enjoyed the exposure, yet she still had felt embarrassed at the time as well. These conflicting emotions and feelings confused her, and she felt her self beginning to get aroused again just thinking about what had happened. She still hadn’t gotten to have any release yet and she was hoping tonight she could maybe find someone to help her. Maybe Miley… Miley! What had she just been thinking? She tried to shake the image of her friend naked pressed up against her from her head but she couldn’t. She had never thought of Miley in that way until now, and she realized how sexy her friend was. Unsure of all these new feelings Sarah continued driving, not knowing what to expect at this party. Miley smiled, as all the guests had arrived. Her backyard was packed and people were already swimming in her pool. It was her time to shine, but of course that had to be ruined by a certain someone. Everyone was going up to Sarah and complimenting her about her display she put on earlier at the beach. They were complimenting her for getting naked! Miley didn’t understand and Sarah just stood there awkwardly while her face was perpetually red from embarrassment. Miley had to get the attention back onto her, so with a deep breath she loosened her bikini top, and dove into the pool. Letting the top fall away into the pool she jumped up to the surface revealing her bouncing boobs to all. She pretended to not notice as she made her way out of the pool when someone pointed out her predicament. Miley acted surprised, and covered her boobs in embarrassment. She had everyone’s attention now, and as she turned to get her top from the pool it was nowhere to be found. Someone must have swiped it when she had her back turned. Miley began to worry, and blush profusely. This wasn’t what she had planned, she wasn’t against nudity but it had to be on her own terms and not prolonged like this!  “Here Miley take a shot!” Sarah said, offering some alcohol. Sarah was just glad that the attention was off of her now. “Why not.” Miley said, as she dropped her arms and her nipples sprang out. She grabbed the drink and took a shot as everybody cheered her on. Miley felt a warm sensation in her groin, and her nipples got even harder. Maybe staying topless wasn’t that embarrassing anyway, though Miley decided she needed some more liquid courage if she was going to party topless the rest of the night. So she took a few more shots and began teasing everyone around her. Purposely sticking her chest out and making a concentrated effort to have them jiggle as much as she could.  Sarah shook her head at her half naked friend, at first she had been glad to have the attention off of her, but now seeing Miley’s tits out had her getting aroused again. Sarah still didn’t understand her feelings, and was confused at why she suddenly noticed how sexy Miley was. Sarah felt… attracted to her friend.  “Hey Sarah, want to feel my tits!” A stumbling Miley yelled, grabbing her breasts and shaking them at Sarah. Sarah gulped, and nodded as Miley giggled at her. Miley swayed over to Sarah, and stuck her chest out, right into Sarah’s face. Sarah stared hungrily, fighting the urge to suck those nipples right there. Instead she admired them. Miley had large areolas that were rosy colored and her breasts were average sized, and slightly sagged but in a very sexy way. Her nipples mesmerized Sarah as she stared, and she slowly began rubbing them. Miley groaned, clearly aroused and enjoying Sarah’s gentle touch and people began to notice. Neither of the two friends cared, as they were both in their own worlds. Sarah continued rubbing Miley’s nipples, and moved to the slopes of her breasts and began massaging them. She squeezed lightly, and alternated between nipples and slopes and Miley let out soft moans every now and then.  “Make her cum!” Someone yelled, out ruining the moment and snapping Sarah out of her aroused fog. Sarah blushed as she awkwardly jerked her hands back but Miley simply smiled seductively at her, and strutted away seeming to put extra sway in her hips. Sarah didn’t know if Miley was simply too drunk to care or it was something else but one thing she knew was that their friendship would never be the same again. A Taste of Miley's Medicine 9 After the boob groping incident, nothing really happened the rest of the party. People began leaving as it was getting late. Apparently the same pair of boobs out in the open is only entertaining for so long. Now it was just Sarah and the topless Miley remaining and it was pretty awkward. Miley had sobered up at this point and she self-consciously put an arm across her breasts in front of her friend. “So, uh… about earlier tonight. Let’s just forget about it. You’re probably just worked up from the beach, and well I was pretty drunk. So, yeah… we cool?” Miley awkwardly said. “Yeah, yeah were cool.” Sarah said, a bit disappointed.  “Do you want to catch a movie or something, I’m not quite ready for bed yet,” Miley said. “Sure, I’ll drive. The night is still young right?”  “Yeah, let’s go see Anchorman 2.” “Okay sounds good let’s go.” After and uncomfortably quiet car ride later the two friends headed into the theatre, and went to sit towards the back. At this point Miley was wearing a tight black shirt with no bra that stopped just under her breasts, and tight daisy dukes. Sarah wore something more modest, just a simple gray t-shirt and jeans. Sarah at this point was still horny since she hadn’t masturbated yet and no matter how hard she focused she couldn’t stop replaying the events of the day in her head. The nudity at the beach, and holding Miley’s breasts, she felt her nipples stiffen at the thought. Miley must have been a little horny too because her nipples were poking through her shirt, and Sarah could tell despite the little light that came from the movie screen.  “Hey Sarah… I can’t really focus right now. Do you want to play truth or dare?” Miley shyly asked. “Yeah I’d love too!” Sarah said, perhaps a little overeagerly. “Okay do me first,” Miley said smiling. “Truth or dare?” “Dare.” Sarah wanted desperately to say strip, but she didn’t know how Miley would take that so she suggested something tamer, she dared Miley to throw a piece of popcorn at the guy in front of them. She did, but he didn’t even notice. “Okay my turn, I say truth.” “Did you like being naked earlier today at the beach?” Crap, Sarah wanted to answer truthfully but she was afraid that Miley would think she was some kind of weirdo, or sl*t. Taking a deep breath, Sarah began to tell the truth. “Well… yes part of me liked it but part of me was sooo embarrassed. I, um… well it kind of turned me on Miley and I don’t know why. I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of freak.” “No Sarah, believe me I know what you mean. Knowing people are wanting you, and seeing something usually so private is such a turn on for me too. I get it.” Miley said. “Wow, what a relief. I thought I might be the only one.” Sarah admitted. “Okay it’s my turn. Dare, and give me something a little more exciting this time.” “I are you to take off your shorts.” “Oooh, now that’s a dare.” Miley joked, as she unbuttoned her jean shorts and pulled them off revealing her smooth, white legs and white panties.  Things were beginning to heat up and Sarah decided she’d take a dare. Miley dared her to take off her shirt. With a deep breath, and shaky hands Sarah quickly pulled her shirt over her head, exposing a black push up bra. She slouched down in her chair afraid someone may look back, for a movie theatre the room seemed brighter than usual though it was mostly empty do to the time of night. Only a few guys were there, a couple in the middle, and one guy a few rows in front of Miley and Sarah.  It was Miley’s turn again and she chose dare once more. Sarah dared her to take off her top knowing she’d have to expose her braless breasts. So Miley slowly pulled her shirt off, sliding low in her chair for cover. Her shirt came off, revealing Miley’s poky nipples that were rock hard from obvious arousal. There was a little wet spot on her panties as well. “Enjoying yourself.” Sarah joked, and Miley sheepishly grinned at her. “Your next.” Miley said back, still smiling. “No, I chose truth.” Sarah said. “Fine, what were you thinking when you were feeling my breasts?” Sarah gasped, knowing this could get really awkward if she revealed the whole truth. “I uhm, I liked it. No I loved it. Your nipples are perfect, your tits are perfectly sized and sexy on you. I could play with your boobies all day. It turned me on, and if that guy hadn’t yelled something I probably would have sucked them right there. You’re so hot Miley.” Sarah said, the words jumbling out in a rush. She blushed at how honest she had been, but it was the truth. Miley looked at her with a gleam in her eye, she stuck her tongue out playfully at Sarah and giggled. “Wow… I didn’t know they had such an effect on girls too. Thanks though, it’s nice to know I look good,” Miley joked. “Okay my turn. I chose dare again.” Miley said quickly. Sarah felt crushed, she now knew Miley didn’t feel the same way as she did, it was apparent by how she had avoided addressing it. Still, at least she knew the truth and they could still be friends. “Panties off.” Sarah said. With that, Miley pulled her panties down, and off completely leaving her completely naked other than a pair of uggs which only enhanced her nudity that much more. Her shaved pussy glistened, moist with arousal and Miley tried to slide down even further, with her clothes piled next to her she still felt very exposed in such a public place, with people surrounding her. It was quite erotic and both Miley and Sarah were loving every moment of it. That was until all of the sudden the lights turned on and an alarm sounded… A Taste of Miley's Medicine 10 “Everybody out! This is an emergency, there’s a fire!” Announced a movie theatre employee.  Sarah grabbed her shirt and quickly put it on. Miley was scrambling, struggling to pull on her panties over her boots. “Miley there isn’t any time, just hold your clothes over your front, you can get dressed once were safe!”  Miley nodded, both her and Sarah’s minds fogged by their arousal. Clutching her shorts, underwear and t-shirt to her chest, which barely covered both her breasts and pussy they ran to the exit. Miley’s whole backside was exposed and as they stood there, clamoring at the exit trying to push through the crowd, people began noticing Miley’s nude state. Miley felt her ass get grabbed a bunch of times, she even felt someone slap it hard, causing it to jiggle and turn red. When she got spanked another time, Miley spun around to face the pervert who was violating her, but all she saw were 3 or 4 guys staring lustfully at her body. Miley didn’t realize that she was holding her clothes in an outstretched hand, preparing to smack whoever had been feeling her up. Of course this left her front completely exposed, and the guys didn’t fail to notice. Her nipples were still hard, and she was still horny and it was obvious. Her shaved pussy was nearly dripping, and her perky breasts stood out like headlights. Confused at first she stood there in the same pose, hand raised holding her clothes and exposing everything until one of the guys reached forwards and grabbed both of Miley’s breasts. Miley swatted at him with her clothes and she accidentally dropped them all on the ground. The other guys started taking pictures and Miley ran forwards and ran out of the building with Sarah.  “Sarah, my clothes! I dropped my clothes!” The naked Miley yelled, with an arm over her breasts, and the other over her pussy. Sarah hugged her friend, and they were now standing outside the theatre in the parking lot. No one was allowed to go back in and now that the excitement had died down, the displaced moviegoers began noticing the naked Miley Cyrus.  “Hey, look at that naked girl!” “Mommy why is she naked?” “Nice ass babe!” “Just don’t let go Miley, it’s going to be okay.” Sarah said, still hugging her naked friend. “Thanks Sarah. I… I’m kind of enjoying this. Even when the guy grabbed my tits, I could cum right now,” Miley whispered surprising Sarah. “Hold on girl, you can’t let them see that. Though you’re turning me on right now,” Sarah whispered, smiling. The two friends held onto each other, equally horny and equally concerned for each other. The heckling crowd of people and the flashing cameras weren’t enough to ruin the moment, but the fire department and a couple of police officers were. “Mam, we got a complaint about public indecency near the theatre. You can’t walk around like that in public, and with your state of dress and the current fire my suspicions are aroused. We’re going to have to bring you downtown for questioning about possible arson and public indecency. Now let go of your friend and come with us.” Everyone stood there waiting for the mystery naked girl to reveal her face and nude body. It got quiet as she let go of her friend and turned to face the policemen and the crowd.  “It’s Miley Cyrus!”  Everyone began yelling, shocked that the celebrity was standing naked in front of them. The cops rolled their eyes, and informed her to put her hands behind her back, so they could handcuff her. Miley slowly lowered her arms, unveiling her nude body completely as she was handcuffed. “It’s procedure mam.” They led the shamed celebrity to their cop car and everyone got an unobstructed view of her jiggling breasts and ass, and her pussy which was seeping juice down her leg. Unable to cover herself due to the handcuffs, everyone got very revealing pictures of the naked singer before she was put into the cop car giving everyone one last glimpse of her tight ass as she climbed into the car. Sarah stared helplessly (and lustfully), as she could do nothing for her friend, she had left her car keys in the theatre so she couldn’t accompany her to the police station. Wondering what this would do to Miley’s image, Sarah stood there as the cop cars pulled away with her naked friend in the back. A Taste of Miley's Medicine 11 Miley sat in handcuffs, in the back of the police car… completely naked. With her hands cuffed behind her back her whole front was exposed to the two officers in the front of the car. The driver had positioned the mirror so it was pointing directly at her crotch, and the only thing she could do to preserve some modest was put both her legs together as much as she could. The other officer kept looking back with a smile on his face, eyeing the naked star freely. Miley was humiliated, yet she was dripping wet and the smell of her sex was obvious which only made her more embarrassed, and in turn more horny because of the eroticism of the situation. The drive dragged on but finally they made their way to the police station where a crowd of paparazzi was waiting. Apparently word had spread of her arrest and they were waiting to photograph the shamed celebrity.  The officers parked the car and pulled Miley out of the car exposing her to seemingly thousands of flashes at once. Miley’s nude body was once again being documented, and displayed and there was nothing she could do. Forgetting her arousal, her face turned rosy red as she hung her head and shame as the officers slowly pushed their way through the crowd dragging the named Miley Cyrus along. “Miley what is with all these sudden public displays of indecency?” “Miley! Miley! Why exactly are you naked?” “Are you a nudist?” “Does this turn you on?” The questions got more and more detailed and humiliating as reporters tried to get her to respond. Miley just kept walking with her head down, and finally they made it into the police station, shutting the door leaving the mob behind. With a gulp Miley glanced around at the police officers going about their daily business, most stopped what they were doing and stared in pure lust, and not just the men. Wide smiles lit up their faces and Miley felt herself blushing even more than before as she quickly lowered her head again. “Now Miley, I’m sorry but until we get this situation sorted out and someone can come and pick you up you’re going to have to stay in a cell for the night… or until someone comes to get you,” The police chief informed. Miley just nodded as she was led to a cell and locked away as the officers left her alone. Only she wasn’t completely alone, some drunk guy was in a cell directly across from her and he stared in awe. He recognized that this beautiful nude girl in front of him was Miley Cyrus, unsure if he had passed out and was dreaming he decided to enjoy the ride and stared openly. Miley finally free of her cuffs though still naked immediately covered herself as best as she could, striking an all too familiar pose. Of course that pose had her unintentionally make contact with her pussy, which was still wet from before, and she shivered at the touch. She felt her nipples stiffen, calling for her attention. Her mind went back to the events of the day, from Sarah naked at the beach to the pool part to being displayed naked in front of the media. With those thoughts, she convinced herself that the guy was probably so drunk he wouldn’t remember anyway and she began to touch herself.  Tweaking her large, sensitive nipples she let out a moan. She began to fondle her breasts, slightly rubbing and bouncing them, she then let her hands slide down her tight, smooth stomach gliding over creamy white skin, stopping to circle her belly button then move downwards more. With a loud and wet smack she began fingering herself. Moaning in ecstasy, watching the drunk guy’s face as he stared at her in pure lust… he was beginning to masturbate himself. That only drove her further and she could feel her pleasure building and building until she quite literally exploded, squirting juices as she let out a scream of unadulterated bliss.  The next thing she knew, she heard noises… it sounded like people, no a bunch of people near her. Where was she? Was that laughter she heard? What was going on? These questions raced through her head when she opened her eyes and saw that she was lying on the floor of a cell, with her legs spread open exposing her shaved, pink pussy to several cops who had rushed in when they had heard a scream. Now the cops were laughing hysterically as the musky scent of her sex filled the room and her juices covered the floor. Miley screamed I embarrassment with her arousal gone there was no enjoyment to be had at being so utterly humiliated. She curled her nude body up in the corner of the cell trying to cover herself… how could she have let herself do that? Then the cell opened and Sarah came running in with a coat. She d****d the coat over her naked friend and got her up and led her away from the mocking police officers. She had filled out the paperwork and Miley was now free to go as she clutched the jacket to her bare flesh as she was led outside to sunlight. It was morning, a new day had started. Miley shielded her eyes and failed to notice the few paparazzi who had lingered hoping for another chance and they began taking pictures of Miley in just her coat. What Miley hadn’t realized was that the coat stopped just at the middle of her butt cheeks exposing the bottom of her pussy and ass. Sarah whispered that she wasn’t decently covered, and Miley squealed as the two friends sprinted to Sarah’s car with the paparazzi happily snapping away at the last glimpses of Miley’s pale ass glowing in the sunshine. A Taste of Miley's Medicine 12 Sarah and Miley both lounged lazily on the couch, watching the news. Miley’s recent public displays of nudity were still being covered despite it having been a whole week.  “They’re never going to let this go,” Miley muttered. “At least your publicist said there have been a bump in sales of your music, and according to her you have more followers and likes on twitter and facebook. Any press is good press right?” Sarah said, hoping to cheer up her friend. “I guess. But I’m humiliated. There isn’t an inch of my body that hasn’t been recorded and published somewhere. It wasn’t supposed to go this far,” Miley said. Rrring Rrring. “Probably another ‘admirer,’ just let it ring,” Miley said. Sarah rolled her eyes as she picked up the phone. “Hello, is this Miley Cyrus speaking?” “No this is her friend.” “Well I have some exciting news for Miley and yourself. Miley has been invited to a party being thrown by Kate Middelton in England. It’s going to be huge, and many famous people will be attending. She has told me that Miley can bring one guest with her, and the party is in one week. Sorry for such short notice but the idea came to her last minute. Can I expect Miley to be there… and possibly yourself?” “You can count on it, thanks!” Sarah said enthusiastically.  “Who was it?” Miley asked. “Me and you are going to a party thrown by the duchess herself, Kate Middleton!” “I didn’t agree to this.” “Oh hush, you need to get back out in public, get your confidence up. I won’t take no for an answer missy.” With a sigh Miley reluctantly agreed and the girls began planning for a trip to England. With the week quickly passing, the girls had arrived in England. They had each purchased fancy dresses for the party, Miley settled on a tight, body hugging, white silk dress with an oval cut out in the middle exposing the inner slopes of her braless breasts that stopped mid-thigh. While Sarah chose a scarlet dress that went to her ankles and wasn’t quite as tight or revealing. With their dresses now donned, they made their way to the party which was in an exquisite mansion. Celebrities from all over the world were mingling with one another and Sarah and Miley found themselves caught up in the excitement as they grabbed drinks of expensive wine and talked with the partygoers. “Miley Cyrus! Oh I’m so glad you could make it dear, I’m a big fan. Sorry to hear about the problems you’ve been having with the press, I know it is tough being in the spotlight. I got photographed topless while sunbathing in my own yard!” Kate Middleton said, trying to comfort Miley. “Thanks, that means a lot. It’s an honor to meet you, thanks for inviting me and my friend Sarah here.” “Not a problem at all, I’m glad you could make it. Have fun, the night is young,” Kate said rushing away to meet with other guests.  The girls continued mingling, and throughout the night Miley’s naked ordeals were brought up more and more, creating awkward silences and situations. Miley began to drink more and more wine to compensate for the inappropriate questions she was asked, especially as the guests’ tongues loosened as they drank more wine as well.  You know, I bet… I bet these stupid people would forget about me if someone else got naked. Wait... Sarah, lets strip Kate Middleton! It’s her fault were here anyways,” a quite drunk Miley suggested. Sarah smiled, and nodded agreement, while not as tipsy as Miley she was still feeling the effects of drinking perhaps a little too much. Anyways, they were making rude remarks about her friend and if she could help her gain her confidence back, she figured she might as well go along with Miley’s plan. “Wait till she makes another announcement, then follow my lead,” Miley instructed. Minutes passed, slowly as time seemed to stretch when finally Kate began climbing on a table to announce something. Apparently the Duchess had a few too many drinks as well. Throughout the night she had been climbing on the table, making pointless announcements and toasts about mundane things. Kate was wearing an elegant royal blue blouse and skirt combination that stopped at her knees. Miley and Sarah, hiding under the table were about to change that. “Now!” Miley yelled from under the table as she grasped Kate’s skirt and yanked with all her might.  The audience was surprised to see the dignified duchess now standing in nothing but frilly, hot pink underwear… an interesting wardrobe decision for the usual classy and dignified woman. However before Kate could even cover herself Sarah struck as she pulled the panties cleanly off her legs in one swift motion. The duchess was now standing there bottomless, her trimmed and tidy dark bush contrasted wonderfully with her pale legs. Everyone began cheering loudly at the exposed duchess and she put bother hands in front of her pussy trying to cover up. Yet her whole backside was uncovered and half the people there could see it from their side. Her derriere was nicely toned, and curvy enough in a slender type of way. Miley still under the table reached out and first gave Kate’s bum a nice squeeze and then a hard smack which caused it to jiggle and redden in hilarious fashion. Kate turned around to see who had done such a thing unwittingly exposing her bush to the other side of the audience, and her butt to the side who’d only seen the front before.  Kate still standing on the table threw her hands up realizing she should make an exit, not knowing where her bottom half had disappeared to. As Kate jumped off the table Sarah grabbed the duchess’s blouse and she slipped and fell with her top gone and her legs spread open. With a gasp everyone stared at Kate Middleton’s completely exposed vagina. Not only was she bottomless, but the duchess was topless as well as she had chosen to forego wearing a bra. A mistake for her but a stroke of good fortune for the onlookers. Her natural, and smallish breasts were bared as her dark red nipples stood out in comparison to her smooth white skin.  At this point Kate Middleton stood up, and froze in shock. Momentarily forgetting to cover herself and allowing the party invitees to drink in the sight of the royal and naked beauty. Coming to her senses, she d****d an arm of her breasts and the other one covered her bush. She then ran to her staircase so she could hide in her room, of course some brave (and quite drunk) partiers managed to give her bum a little squeeze, and even a slap as he made her exit. The mostly drunken crowd missed Miley and Sarah slink out from under the table as they had been forgotten. The casually made way for the exit and left, laughing as they went back to their hotels. Miley’s nudity would soon be forgotten once these photos and videos surfaced of the duchess completely naked, this time in HD! A Taste of Miley's Medicine 13 “I can’t believe we did that, stripping the duchess naked like that,” Sarah said to her friend. “That was awesome. Did you see her face?” Miley replied. “Did you see her tits?” Sarah laughed. “Hey Sarah, how would you like to go to the Grammys with me? And be a dancer on stage when I perform?” “I’d love to. But I don’t know how to dance all that well.” “Don’t worry, nobody will be paying attention to your dance moves, wait till you see your outfit.” “Okay I’m in, sounds like fun.” So nothing relatively exciting happened but that was all about to change once the time had come for the Grammys. The two girls each wore nice dresses for the pre-show out on the carpet. Miley had on a gold dress that was backless and went to her ankles while Sarah wore a green dress that hung on her shoulders, both girls had to go braless for their dresses to work. They both posed for the cameras and many people wanted to know who this mystery girl was that was with Miley.  At one point when Sarah was posing Miley snuck behind her and quickly pulled the top of Sarah’s dress down to her waist. Before anyone could catch a glimpse of Sarah’s exposed breasts Miley grabbed both with her hands creating a hand bra. Sarah let out a shriek and all eyes were on her as the cameras flashed and focused on the now exposed girl and Miley laughing behind her. Sarah didn’t know what to do and was frozen in fear as Miley played with, and jiggled both of her breasts without revealing her nipples. Apparently Miley decided to speed things up as she suddenly let go of Sarah’s breasts causing them to bounce freely and as Sarah yelled and put both her hands over her breasts Miley pulled down the rest of Sarah’s dress revealing green, g-string panties. Sarah dropped her hands from her boobs once more letting them bounce free, exposed and unhindered so she could pull up her dress. Miley spun Sarah around so they could all see her barely covered ass and gave it a little squeeze and slap as she walked away laughing. A red faced Sarah finally managed to pull her dress back on and once covered everyone began asking her questions, wanting to know her relationship with Miley and who she was. Sarah ran from the crowd into Miley’s dressing room where she was waiting for Sarah.  “What was that about Miley!” Sarah yelled now in the privacy of the dressing room. “Oh come on you liked it. Anyways you’ll be showing more tonight on stage,” Miley laughed.  “What?” “Here’s your outfit.” All Miley was holding were to pink nipple pasties with a small piece of pink tape.  “That’s it! I can’t go out there in just that!” “You can, and you will. I know you get off on this anyway, just think of how horny you’ll get up there,” Miley said causing Sarah to blush. “Whatever, just give it to me.” Sarah stripped her clothes off in front of her friend without a second thought. The two friends were so familiar with each other’s naked bodies that it didn’t seem awkward or like a big deal. The now naked Sarah placed the two pink pasties over her nipples and they were perfectly sized covering only her nipples and nothing more. She then placed the small piece of pink tape over her pussy lips and that was all it covered. She was thankful for the neatly trimmed bush, brown like her hair that she kept as it gave at least a little more coverage. Sarah half expected Miley to tell her to shave that but she didn’t say anything. If anything, Miley was eyeing up her body quite closely and she seemed to enjoy it. Sarah just shook her head as she walked in front of the mirror. She couldn’t believe she was going to go out in just this, and be on tv and in front of the crowd, she felt her nipples stiffen and strain the pasties and her pussy moisten. Her perky breasts were essentially bare, with her nipples barely covered. She ran her hands down her smooth, tight stomach and stopped at her bush. With the small piece of pink tape nestled in the middle of her lady fur it looked quite comical and when she turned around to see her back she gasped. Her whole, tight ass was bare and exposed as was her bare back. She shivered knowing how close she was to being completely naked.  “We’ll be on in a few. Just look sexy up there and move around a bit, the crowd will love ya,” said Miley. With one more look at the mirror, the nearly naked Sarah prepared herself for the show she was about to put on. A Taste of Miley's Medicine 14 The lights went out as Sarah stepped onto the stage, taking a deep breath as the lights suddenly flashed on ending her last moments of privacy. Miley in basically just a bikini danced around the stage singing one of her songs and Sarah felt herself freeze up. She looked into the crowd, and the screaming fans who were standing in front of the stage were watching not only Miley but her too! Then the lights went out and a spotlight shone on Sarah, singling her out. Miley made her way over to the still frozen Sarah and began to grind against her and give her a lap dance. “Just breathe, have fun,” Miley whispered. As Miley pressed her ass against Sarah’s pussy and began gyrating her hips, Sarah began to feel aroused again. She decided she might as well enjoy it and she began moaning, and responding to Miley’s grinding. Then Sarah feeling mischievous pulled Miley’s bikini bottoms to the ground exposing Miley’s entire backside to the crowd. Sarah squeezed both of Miley’s cheeks hard and slapped them playfully as Miley quickly pulled her bottoms up before anybody could get a glance of the front. Miley then proceeded to go off and sing and dance on her own while Sarah moved seductively to the music. She was really feeling good when she got the idea to stage dive. Not really thinking Sarah dove headfirst into the screaming fans who caught her.  She had never felt anything as erotic as what took place. Hundreds of hands seemed to touch her everywhere, groping her breasts, squeezing her ass and even stroking her bush. She didn’t know when it happened but at some point she felt the tape and pasties be torn off and she was now naked being felt up by horny fans. People pinched her nipples, one guy even spread her but cheeks. Fingers began stroking her clit and she was on cloud nine. She felt pure ecstasy as she climaxed spilling her juices on the fans holding her naked body up. She came so hard that she forgot where she was as Miley pulled her back up on stage, with her pussy dripping and naked body exposed.  With a wave to the crowd Miley helped the exhausted Sarah back stage, as the audience got a parting view of her bouncing ass and tits live, and on the big screen too. Miley knew they were going to get fined, and probably sued but she didn’t care. People would be talking about this performance forever, and she was pretty sure she had just made Sarah a star. Now in the sanctity of Miley’s dressing room, a blushing and naked Sarah looked at Miley with shame. “You did great out there,” Miley said giggling. “Everyone in the world is going to think I’m some horny sl*t now!” “No, they are going to think you’re a beautiful and free girl who isn’t ashamed of her body. Sarah, your famous now!” Sarah smiled at that, and Miley eyed her sexy naked friend up and down, this relationship was only getting better.

Anthropology by Freddie Clegg Introduction This story is set in Kushtia, a narrow strip of a country that runs along the northern edge of the Hindu Kush. If you've read other tales of mine you'll know about Kushtia from "Market Forces" but if not here's a short introduction.... Once part of the Russian empire, Kushtia is now, after a series of coups and counter coups, a (sort of) democratic republic. The Kalinin, the hereditary ruler, presides over a ruling council of elected representatives in the capital Kolin. The deep respect for tradition within the country means that almost all those elected to council are from the families that furnished the tribal leaders that had dominated Kushtia before the Russian era. Kushtia is a secular state with a slowly growing economy but still follows many of the traditional ways of its pre-Russian past. Women are largely disenfranchised and subject to men in most matters. Men may have several wives and often have concubines as well although in reality only the wealthy or tribal leaders can afford to. Kushtian society is organised around the household, a grouping of family and servants presided over by the man of the household. Last year Dr Karen Armstrong, an American anthropologist, wrote an article on the way of life in some of the Kushtian hill tribes. It was published in National Geographic Magazine to much popular interest. Armstrong had smuggled herself into Kushtia, disguised as a boy. Travelling across the border from the north with a trading caravan, she had taken some extraordinary photographs of the life of the women of the northern tribesmen. The article described the life of the tribesmen; a very similar society to that in Kolin but without the sophistication of city life. Armstrong speculated that the growth of urban culture in Kolin would eventually dilute the primitive, traditional ways of the tribes and the change from the soviet command economy to a western market economy together with the growth of democracy would also lead to emancipation for the hill tribeswomen. Armstrong's article gave rise to a great deal of interest in the west for women seeking a different lifestyle and looking to discover whether the Kushtian way had value for them. One result of this was that the Kushtian Government approached UNESCO with the idea of establishing a "world heritage culture" within Kusthia. (A guide for participants in the programme is exclusively available in my Yahoo Group) In the meantime, Dr Armstrong has been back into the Kushtian wilderness to pursue her studies further..... Chapter 1: First Day - Homeward Bound Dr Karen Armstrong dropped down from the battered, lurching, bus as it slowed passing the small temple at the end of the road where she was staying. She just missed a deep pothole in the road and swerved between two bicycles following the bus to make the relative safety of the roadside. She hefted her bag onto her back and edged her way through the group that were making their way down to the temple for evening prayers.  They seemed to take no notice of her, ignoring what looked to them like a travel stained young man, clad in the turban, felt coat, waistcoat and breeches of the local peasants. The village here had proved ideal for her purpose. It was less than ten miles from the border but that was far enough to mean that she could come and go here as she pleased. She walked between the small, mud brick, houses. The leather roof coverings on their wooden frames creaked as the stiff wind swept across the village. Her path took her towards a hut that stood a little separate from the others. She pushed back the flap of leather that served as a door and went inside. ‘Home,' she thought as she sat down gratefully on the straw packed mattress that was her bed. Home it was, or at least as near to home as she could be; 8,000 miles from the University of Michigan where she taught anthropology. She pulled off the heavy, grey, woollen turban and shook loose her long blonde hair. She took off the heavy grey coat and the pouch that she wore diagonally across her chest shrugged off her waistcoat, unfastened the toggles of the coarse undershirt and pulled it off too. She was tired. It had been an exhausting five days. Now all she wanted to do was sleep. She looked down at herself. Her chest was bound with strips of cloth wound around her body in an attempt to conceal her breasts. It had allowed her to pass as a young lad of the hill farming people for five days but for those five days she had been in permanent fear of discovery. Five days continuously having to watch her every move, her every word. Five days of trying to maintain the coarse accents and grunts of the local dialect. Five nights terrified in case she talked in her sleep or woke up suddenly to cry out in English. She unwound the cloth strips, freeing her breasts. The relief was extraordinary but suddenly there were these things on her chest. It was as if they had just grown there in the instant. It was a peculiar sensation that took her back to puberty and the time when she had first realised that her body was changing from that of a girl to that of a woman. It called back all the uncertainty, all the confusion of that time. She shook her head as if to dislodge the memories. She pushed off her breeches and lay back on the mattress. There was a large embroidered woollen rug beside the bed. She pulled it over herself. It was time to sleep. It was still dark when she woke. She suddenly realised that she had no idea if she had slept for two hours or ten, she hadn't taken a watch with her and she couldn't remember where it was now. She fumbled around at the head of the bed, finding the small stub of candle that she kept there. She pulled the Zippo lighter from the pocket of her breeches and lit the candle. The Zippo had been the one piece of western technology that she had permitted herself. It was possible that a young hill farmer might have such a thing she'd argued to herself. It hadn't attracted any attention from anyone except from Ternet, the young man that had acted as her guide. She could tell by the way that he looked at it every time she took it out. She'd decided to leave it with him when she left.  The light of the candle guttered for a moment in the draft from the door. She hunched her shoulders and then stretched her arms. Her chest still felt as though the binding cloths were wound about it. The roof the hut was creaking in the wind, the leather roof covering stretching and rubbing across the timbers, the stone weights that held it down, clacking against the walls as they swung with the motion of the roof. Apart from that it was quiet. Quieter here in the village, she thought, than on the hill side. There, at night, she had always had the bleating of sheep or goats, even in the dark of the night. She found her watch. Two in the morning. She needed to be on her way by ten. There'd be a bus about then. Back into town. Then she'd find a taxi. Out to the airport; well, airstrip. She wondered what they would be using this time. A Dakota if she was lucky. There were a few of those around. An An-2 if she wasn't. They were the worst. She fumbled in her pouch and pulled out the camera. These digital cameras had made things so much easier, she thought. This tiny box with maybe 1500 pictures in it and a lens every bit as good as the Leica she used to use. Tiny, silent, easy to conceal, simple to use and such great pictures. The editors had been so pleased with her last trip.   "Veiled and In Chains" the article had been titled. Sensationalised, of course, Dr Armstrong thought. But if it got people's interest, helped them realise there were still people out there that didn't live life in quite the same way as they did in Champagne Urbana, then it was all to the good. And the paper she had delivered had been well received in the faculty. Plus she'd had her chance to tell her story all over the place -- even Europe! There would have been no problem getting the funding from the university for this trip but she'd wanted to do it herself. That way she'd have the freedom to negotiate on the best price for the pictures. And beside it was her vacation, why shouldn't she take it where she wanted? She flipped on the camera's power switch. It gave a quiet ping and pushed its lens forward. The glow from its tiny screen was brighter than from Karen's candle. There was hardly any power left in the battery but that didn't matter now. She thumbed the buttons that allowed her to scroll through the pictures stored in the camera's memory. It was hard to tell on the screen, it was so small, but Karen thought she'd done a good job. They looked every bit as good as the last ones but this time the subject was more powerful yet. The pictures showed a traditional Kushtian wedding with the gift of the wife to the husband. There were shots of the wife before the ceremony and after; shots that showed that Kushtian wives were viewed as little better than slaves and shots that showed unmarried women were treated worse. What was more puzzling though, she thought as she zoomed in on one of the frames, behind the veil she was sure that the bride had quite western looking eyes and, come to that, so did her maid servant. It would be easier to tell on a bigger screen, she thought. It was funny she hadn't noticed it while she was there.  She guessed she'd been concentrating so much on taking the pictures that she hadn't been looking at the wedding ceremony in the dispassionate, focused way that she encouraged her students to adopt.    She flicked off the switch. The glow of the camera's screen faded, leaving the light of the candle as the only illumination in the room. She blew out the candle and turned over to sleep again. She was woken again soon after by a voice outside calling her name. "Dr Armstrong, I must talk to you." She recognised the voice. It was Ternet, the guide that had travelled alongside her over the border into Kushtia. They'd shared working with the goats and sheep that were her camouflage and his livelihood. And he'd shared her secret. She pulled her undershirt on and went to the door of the hut. She pushed her head around the edge of the leather flap. It was still pitch dark outside. She looked up at a sky pierced with stars made all the brighter by the dark of the surroundings. "Ternet?" she called. Something heavy hit her on the back of her head. She slumped to the ground, half out of the door of her hut, unconscious. Chapter 2: First Day - In Transit She recovered stretched face down across the back of a horse. Her hands and feet were tied. Something hard and rough was tied across her mouth preventing her crying out. A tall man emerged from her hut clutching her saddle bag. He tossed it across the back of a second horse. She saw Ternet and tried to call out to him but whatever it was that gagged her choked back her cry. The two men exchanged words. As he started to lead the two horses away from the village she saw the tall man toss something to Ternet. The young man waved. She watched him fumble with it and she saw the flicker of light. He'd given Ternet her Zippo. They got as far as the last hut and the village well. The tall man stopped the two horses, dropped two leather bottles down into the well and pulled them up again, filled to overflowing. He slung them across the back of the second horse, much as Karen herself was strung. He returned to the first horse, She watched as he groped in her saddle bag. He pulled out her camera, snarled and tossed it into the well. Seconds later she heard it fall into the water far below. Her long, uncomfortable, ride into the dark of the night began. The ride seemed endless. They were following the track that she had used only days before through the narrow pass that led to the Kushtian border. Her head was aching from the blow, her mouth sore from the gag, her wrists and ankles raw and bruised by the combination of the ropes and the movement as the horse stepped its way uncertainly through the dark up the rocky track. Slowly she felt she could see the approach of dawn. The darkness seemed not quite so black. There were the anticipatory calls of the mountain vultures in the hope that daylight would reveal some new pickings for them. The horse stopped. The man led the two of them off of the track and began to pitch the wooden hoop frames of a small dome shaped tent. Pulling the tent's canopy over the frame he weighed each corner down with rocks from the surroundings. Karen watched as the man returned to her horse. Untying the rope that linked her wrists and ankles under the belly of the horse, he pulled her from her mount and carried her to the tent. He picked up a heavy rock, hefting it in his hands as he approached her. She looked up at him, terrified, as he brought the rock down again and again, only inches from her, using it to hammer a steel spike deep into the ground. He grinned at her fear and pulled her across to the spike, chaining her wrists to it. He hammered another spike into the floor near her feet. He stretched her out full length and chained her ankles to that. He left her for a moment. She tried to pull at the chains and the pegs but with no effect. He came back carrying one of the leather bottles. He bent down alongside her and undid the rope that held her gag in place. As it fell from her mouth she saw that she had been gagged with a thick stick, a gnarled joint between two branches; a woody ball that had been pushed into her mouth and held there by a leather thongs tied behind her head. She gasped her gratitude, trying to say "thank you" in both the local dialect and the Kushtian tongue. "Thanark, Thaknarish," uncertain of the nationality of her abductor. The man ignored her but pressed the bottle against her lips. She took a deep drink, the cold water stinging on the cuts and grazes in her mouth. He let her drink, trying to avoid spilling too much of the water on the floor of the tent. He took the bottle away, picked up the stick gag and wedged it back into her mouth, tying it in place. Karen shook her head in desperation. The man pushed her down to the floor and pulled a blanket over her. "Sleep," he said, in a deep growl. "Travel later." Outside the tent the brightening sky was heralding yet another day of scorching temperatures and skin drying winds. She tried to sleep, knowing that whatever was to come she would need her strength, dreading the rape she felt certain would come, fearing what else could be her fate.   Chapter 3: Second Night, Third Day - Only Meat The rape never came. She slept fitfully, jerking awake from fear or her dreams or the pain from the bruise on her head or the aching from her mouth. She woke again as it was getting dark, the glow of the setting sun visible through the door of their tent. She felt a heavy weight across her belly. She looked down to see her captor's head resting on her, using her as a pillow. He rolled towards her as he began to stir, grunting as he saw she was awake. He took off her gag and gave her more water. It was warm now even though the tent had protected them from the worst of the day's heat. She drank what she could. He put the gag back, tying the stick in place even more tightly. She cried out in pain as the stick cut into the corners of her mouth again. He ignored it. Night had fallen. He took the tent down around her, loading the horses and leaving to the last the release of his captive from the spikes that held her. He lifted her up, seemingly without effort and put her across the back of the horse, tying her in place as she had been before. She wriggled to try to turn her head to see what she could of where they were. Featureless scrub and a few rocks gave her no indication. There was no sign of their camp apart from the dying embers of the fire that her captor had lit. She realised he had used it to burn her belongings. Nothing remained except a charred corner of the waistcoat she had been wearing when she had returned. She was angry. He'd wanted her to see this. He came into her view, grinning at her as he crouched down beside the fire, poking the un-burnt corner of waistcoat back into the fire. It smouldered and flared. He took something from his pocket, holding it towards the flames. She realised it was her passport. He laughed as he let it fall into the fire.  He watched it burn and then said nothing but began to lead the horses off again, trudging slowly towards the mountains along the track that they had been following before. She tried to keep track of time, jarred and bruised by every step of the horse she was tied to. Her only view of the passing miles was the stones and dust of the track a few feet below her face and the belly of the horse. They stopped. She tried to turn her head to see what was happening but could see nothing except the flank of the animal that was carrying her. There was the sound of voices, the guttural tones of the dialect of the town where she had been staying. Two men talking; greeting one another. Her captor asking the other if he was ready. The other saying yes, she could join the others. Dawn was breaking, the soft pink light that heralded another day of hear and dust. Her captor came back to her horse and released her from it, sitting her down on the ground. The other man came to join them. He crouched down beside her, taking her by the hair and turning her face towards him. He nodded. Stood up again and reached into his coat, pulling out a wad of the local currency. She watched as her abductor stood waiting, licking his lips as the bills were counted. The two men shook hands and her abductor reached down to pick her up once more. As he carried her around the horse she saw the waiting truck. It was an old, weather beaten truck with a canvas cover over the rear. She was lifted up and pushed into the back over the back board of the truck. Inside were three other girls, each bound and gagged like herself, and a guard sat holding a machine pistol. The guard leant across, pulled a length of chain from the floor and looped it around Karen's neck. A heavy padlock fastened the chain in place. The truck moved off.  She groaned as the truck bounced over the ruts and pits in the unmade road. "Signechi," the guard barked, jabbing the barrel of his gun into her ribs. He was speaking Kushtian, she thought, signechi -- silence. She tried to sit back against the side of the truck but every lurching bound of the vehicle tossed her to one side or another, bruising her. She tried to look around at the other bound and chained women. Their gagged cries of discomfort had now subsided to a disconsolate silence as they stared at the floor of the truck avoiding the eyes of one another and their guard. Two of the other three were of Asiatic origin, Japanese she thought. The other looked European or American. Probably a back-packer that had found her way up here and then fallen in with the wrong crowd. Just like she had, she thought. They all looked tired, frightened, resigned. The two Japanese girls wore short, pale coloured dresses, the European jeans and a t-shirt. They all looked bruised and beaten. The truck bounced on. Every so often there would be the piercing honk of the truck's horn, intended, she presumed, to clear livestock from its path. But then the truck slowed and finally stopped. There were more voices. Official sounding. She assumed they were at the border. That was good. They'd be bound to search the truck. They'd all be rescued. She strained her ears to hear what was being said. "Warodny carbech?" asked an unknown voice, "what are you carrying?" She heard the voice of the man that had taken her from her abductors. "Tores carnachy," he said. "Only meat." "Signechi," the guard hissed again. She heard booted steps outside the truck, walking towards the back. The flap in the trucks cover was pulled back. A uniformed man put his head into the gap. "We're saved," thought Karen. "Ha!" he said. "Tores carnachy!" "Kurich carnachy," the guard replied, "fresh meat." The two of them shook hands. Karen watched as the first man appeared at the back of the truck. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a wad of notes. He peeled off a few and pressed them into the hands of the uniformed man. The uniformed man laughed and waved the two of them good bye. The truck started up again. Through the half open flap at the rear of the truck Karen watched the border post slipping away behind them, the border patrol guard not even bothering to watch the truck disappear. After a while the guard in the truck got up, pulled the flap shut and then slapped her face for her trouble.  They must have driven for three hours or more, the roads becoming progressively worse, the heat in the back of the truck rising as the night gave way to day. The screech of gears and the straining noise of the engine told Karen they were climbing. She tried to reconstruct the route in her head. They must have crossed the border near the town of Kushnall. She knew that there weren't many tracks, still fewer roads, but they'd been able to drive for hours without stopping. They must be in the hills to the north of Kolin. Not far from where she had witnessed the wedding. The truck bounced on without a stop. Without the opportunity to get down from the truck to relieve themselves, the girls had been forced to urinate where they lay. The stench in the truck was overwhelming. Flies were starting to gather. Finally as night was falling the truck turned off the road. The sharp jolts of the potholes gave way to a slow ballooning motion as the truck made its way slowly across what Karen assumed was open land.  They stopped and their guard leapt down. There were more voices talking in Kushtian, some way away so that Karen could not make out what was being said. The guard came back and dropped the tail gate of the truck. "Yavechi!" he barked at the girls, "get out". He unlocked the padlock that secured Karen's chain and jerked it, pulling her by her neck to the back of the truck. The others staggered behind, linked as they were by the same heavy chain. From the truck they were pushed into a large open sided shed. In the middle of the shed stood a series of metal fenced pens. The four women were driven into one, their neck chain padlocked to a large ring on the gate they had been pushed through.  The guard took their gags from them but left their hands tied. There was a low trough in one corner of the pen, they each drank as best they could. The guard watched, amused, as they jostled one another, on their knees, at the trough. They finished drinking. He changed the ropes around their wrists for chains, added chains to their ankles, gagged them once more, this time with leather straps and left them. They collapsed on the floor of the pen, resting against one another, and fell into a fitful, disturbed sleep. Chapter 4: Fourth Day -- Livestock Karen was woken by a combination of sounds, smells and the glow of dawn's light streaming through the gaps between the planks that made up the walls of the shed. They were no longer the shed's only occupants. The other pens were filled with livestock of all kinds, sheep goats, yak, even, across from where they were chained, a pair of oxen. Men were wandering up and down between the pens peering in at each in turn, Prodding at the animals and arguing in the guttural dialect of Kusthian that Karen recognised as belonging to the northern hill tribes. None of the men seemed to be paying much attention to the girls. The goats in the pen alongside were attracting more attention.   A woman approached the pen. Young and veiled in the traditional chanoosh. She was apparently a femnyette, an unmarried girl of marriageable age. Traditionally girls were used to tend livestock. She opened the gate and unlocked the padlock that fastened the girls' neck chain to it. "Yavechi," she called, tapping on Karen's leg with the long cane that she would use to herd whatever animals were her lot that day, "Yavechi." She pulled the chain taught from Karen's neck. "Yavechi!" Karen staggered to her feet. The others followed her example and the girl led them from their pen down between the rows of animals towards the front of the shed. The closer they got, the more Karen was aware of raised voices, calling out numbers. The girl led them through a pressing throng of Kushtian men, on into an open space beyond just as two heavily built oxen were being led away. As Karen saw the man on the step across the sawdust filled space from her she realised that they were in an auction ring. With the departure of the oxen, the crowd began to thin. A small group of men stood near to the auctioneer but there didn't seem to be much interest. Karen could tell that the auctioneer was trying to drum up enthusiasm but speaking so quickly that even she could not follow what it was that he was saying. The bidding was perfunctory. The auctioneer called something to their herds-maiden. She chivvied them across the ring towards where the men were standing and paraded the girls back and forth, tapping them with her stick to move them into the position she wanted. There still didn't seem much interest. Then Karen caught a few words. "Franksye", "Japonsye", "Americansye". Interest appeared to pick up. There was a flurry of bids, quickly shouted numbers, Karen couldn't make out what. The auctioneer, tapped down a stone on the post set into the ground alongside him. Karen took it as the sign that they had been sold. He didn't look happy at the amount of commission that he had made on this particular lot. The girl herded them away to the other side of the shed, still chained, still gagged. There a small collection of animals of various kinds stood waiting patiently. The chain that held the four girls together by the neck was linked to the chain that already ran from oxen to yak to mule, and on to goat. Two men appeared and loaded saddle bags across the back of the mule. The younger of the two men worked his way down the line of animals checking the tether of each in turn. The first of the girls struggled as he went to check her chains. She earned a back handed slap to the face. The other girls, Karen included, offered no resistance.  He returned to the front of the small column of animals and women and began leading the oxen away. The girls could only follow, pulled along by the chain that linked them to the other animals, starting on the next stage of their journey. The other man following behind, tapping with his stick at any of the train, girl or beast, that showed signs of slowing on the march. They trekked for ten miles or so. The countryside was hard. The rough stone walled fields surrounding the village and the market soon gave way to low foot hills strewn with rocks and scrubby, thorn covered plants that scratched at the girls as they brushed past them. Beyond the hills they trudged into a sandy, desert like stretch, cutting around the edge of dunes, sand bowing in their faces, staggering as they missed their step in the loose sand beneath their feet. The chains were chafing at their ankles and their necks. Karen found it hard after her treatment over the past few days but she at least was fairly fit, made hardy by her weeks with the Kushtians before her capture. The others found it harder; their stumbles earned them blows from the older man's stick. Even Karen was handed her share of beatings. Soon she was soaked in sweat from the heat of the sun, her body caked with grains of sand stuck to the sweat, her buttocks and the backs of her thighs striped with red wheals from the drover's stick. The girl in front of her, the European, was faring no better. The two girls behind her, the Japanese, were struggling.  Every so often one of them would stumble and as she fell the chain between them and Karen would be jerked tight around Karen's throat. They emerged from around the edge of a dune to another rocky stretch. A track took them up over a low ridge and down again to a small stream bed. The stream itself was dry but some pools of water remained. The two men bent to the pools and each took a drink. They returned to the column and took each of the animals in turn to drink, the ox first, then the yak and the mule. Finally the four girls were herded down to the pool together. The men watched as they scrabbled to scoop water from the dribbles remaining in the pools and then dragged them back by their neck chains to take up their places again in the string of animals. The small caravan started off again following the track, back up onto higher ground across a pass between two scree-covered slopes. Karen looked at the others, their feet bleeding from the rough ground. All three of them looked ready to drop. The beatings were becoming more frequent, the pace no slower. The track they were following wound around the end of a narrow rocky gully. Tucked against the wall of the gully was a group of low buildings, and a number of loosely fenced animal pens. The buildings were made of roughly piled stone walls with rusting corrugated iron sheeting roofs, the roofing held down against the raw winds hat blew down from the mountains by a net of ropes stretched taut by bags of rocks hanging down from the roof. The pens looked as if they wouldn't hold any animal determined to be elsewhere but, on the other hand, there wasn't anywhere for them to go. The men came and worked their way along the chain, taking the women into one of the sheds, the animals into the pens. The younger man came and took off their leather strap gags and gave them water. He unlocked their wrist chains but fastened their ankle chains to rings in the wall of the shed. The four women watched as the last of the daylight slipped away outside, leaving them alone, and naked, sitting on the straw covered floor of the shed. Karen tried to talk to the others. The Japanese girls spoke no English and she no Japanese but she discovered that their names were Natsumi and Miyako.  The French girl, Anouk, spoke good English, Karen could manage some French. It was dark. They'd drunk all the water from the small bowl and tried to bathe their cut feet, bruised arms and legs. The younger man came again to the shed, holding a guttering lamp that threw a shaky glimmer on the rough stone walls of the shed.  In his other hand he held a small bucket and four tin cups. He left the bucket and cups for the girls. They scooped greedily at the coarse pulse stew in the bucket, gulping down mouthfuls of the gritty, stodgy mess, grateful for any food at all.    Then the older man came. Karen had been expecting it but still had prayed it wouldn't come. She knew the Kushtian man's view of women, their principle purpose and the man's rights of use. She'd seen no other women here; she knew why they'd been brought here. He started with Natsumi. She'd tried to cower away from him, as if she could hide in the bare stone walled room. He ran his hands over her body, she whimpered as he parted her thighs and pushed his fingers inside her. He took her head turning it this way and that peering into her mouth, stroking her hair. He seemed in intrigued by her small breasts. He gave a grunt and turned to Miyako and then Anouk. They faired no differently; his hands exploring every part of them, prodding, stroking, squeezing, pinching. He gave a grunt, seemingly satisfied, got up and came towards Karen. She sat quietly, staring straight at him, meeting his own appraising gaze. Her knees were drawn up in front of her, her arms wrapped around her legs. He stood beside her, looking down at her as she looked up at him. He shook his head. She shrugged her shoulders, uncurled her arms, stretched out her legs. Now he nodded, crouching down beside her. She felt his hands on her thighs on her belly, on her breasts. They were the hands of a farmer, hard, callused. A broken fingernail caught against her, nicking her flesh as the claw of a cat might. He took her hair in his hands, cut short for her disguise it was barely as long as the width of his fingers. He grunted with disapproval and got to his feet, leaving her and the others. Anouk rolled over towards Karen. "Has he gone? Est-il parti?" she asked hopefully. "For now, but not for long I think," Karen answered, unable to give the girl the reassurance she begged for. She was right. They heard him returning across the yard. As he came in they saw he was leading the younger one by the hand. He half pushed him across the room towards Natsumi. "Darnichi," he said in Kushtian. "Darnichi. Fristok." "Take her," thought Karen, "take her, your first one. He's giving him his first woman." The younger man smiled at the older. Karen looked to see if there was some family resemblance. Perhaps the older was the younger's father. The age difference was too great for them to be brothers. Perhaps the younger worked here and the older was seeing his young employee introduced to the ways of men. She couldn't tell from what was said but the younger one needed no second urging. Natsumi tried to push him away but he would have none of it. She was young and with the strength of years of hard farm labour. She could do little to restrain him. He coupled with her eagerly, pulling her close to him as he entered her, ignoring her struggles and cries. They weren't together long. He twitched and bucked as he came, his body throwing her back beneath him. The older man had stood by all this time watching. Satisfied that his work was done and that the younger man was sated, he grunted and left them, the young man lying across Natsumi as she sobbed beneath him under his weight. In time he rolled off her, picked himself up and followed the older man from the shed.  Karen's and Anouk's ankle chains were just long enough to allow them to reach Natsumi. The three girls huddled together to gain what warmth and comfort they could from one another.   They were not left for long. Perhaps two hours passed, maybe a little more. The four women were curled up close to one another, sleeping. Karen stirred as she heard noises outside, the rowdy sound of Kushtian drinking songs. Four men appeared in the room, the older man from before and three others all of about the same age. The older man gestured to the women. "Kurich karnachy," he laughed drunkenly. "Fresh meat," as the guard in the truck had said. Two of the men came towards Karen, grabbing her by the arms and forcing her back against one of the four pillars that were set in a square in the centre of the room to hold up the roof. They pushed her to her knees, dragged her arms back around the pillar behind her, took some rope and tied it between her elbows. Her forearms flailed futilely. Two others did likewise with Anouk. Miyako and Natsumi were dragged to a similar position against two other pillars. More rope followed fixing Karen's ankles to the post, making sure she could not get to her feet. The men gathered in the centre of the four pillars, prodding and touching at the girls. Cheering drunkenly when Anouk spat defiantly at one of them, one of them produced a bottle and they all took a drink in turn. The last up-ended the bottle, letting a few drips of liquor fall on the floor of the hut. "Sparatichi," one of them called. "Spin it?" thought Karen. "Sparatichi! Sparatichi! Sparatichi!" the others joined in. The man with the bottle crouched down, placed it on the ground between the four pillars and span it. It came to rest with the neck pointing at Karen.  "Americansye! Americansye! Americansye!" they chanted. He got to his feet stepping unsteadily towards Karen. He pulled up his robe with one hand and grasped the back of her neck with the other. As he twisted her hair with one hand he pulled his cock from the breeches that he wore beneath his tunic. Already stiff, he pushed it towards her face. Another twist to her hair brought a yelp of pain and her mouth was filled with the stiff, salty, throbbing cock, pressing against her throat. He pushed against her, forcing her head back against the hard wooden pillar, threatening to knock her unconscious with every thrust. She looked upwards at the man's drunken grin. "Suchicki, suchicki," he encouraged. "Suchicki, suchicki," the others called out too and she knew to suck until finally he came, his cock spurting jism into her mouth, dribbling down on to her naked body and sticking in her throat.   The man stepped back to a cheer from his compatriots. A second stepped up and span the bottle again. This time Anouk was chosen. She sobbed, "No! No!" as the bottle stopped spinning. The slap she earned left blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and almost knocked her senseless as her head slammed back against the pillar. Her plea didn't stop the Kushtian raping her mouth. Miyako and Natsumi were treated the same way. All four men sated themselves. They sat in the centre of the square of pillars surrounded by the four sobbing, cum choked, women, drinking from another bottle. Laughing and chatting, their tunics pulled up around their waists, comparing the lengths of their cocks until the bottle was empty and they went their separate ways. Still bound, each to their own pillar, the girls were left in excruciating discomfort, groaning in pain and shame as the night wore on, unable to free themselves.  Chapter 5: Fifth Day -- The Shed It was the young man that came to release them. Annouk and Natsumi fainted as their arms were freed from the pillar, falling limply to the floor of the shed. He made sure their ankles were still chained but left them to recover. Karen was dragged to one corner of the shed. A heavy stone quern, sat beside a sack of grain. The young man fixed her ankle chain to a ring in the side of the quern and picked up a small tin cup, scooping grain from the sack into the quern. He pointed to the peg in the quern's upper stone and made a rotating motion with his hands. Karen knew what he wanted. She set to grinding the grains, realising that if there was no flour there was little chance of food. She watched as he went back for Anouk. Gripping her neck chain he pulled her to the far side of the shed. A large copper pot stood on a low burner. An old, wizened woman appeared, carrying a large basket, a heavy pair of wooden sticks, a wooden board and a stone. She tipped the contents of the basket onto the floor beside Anouk. Bundles of clothes fell at her feet. The old woman picked up a heavy woollen shirt. She waved it at Anouk, then at the copper, then at the wooden block. She made a pounding motion with the stone on the wooden block to drive home her point. She spat on the floor and left. Anouk had her instructions; she was left to get on with washing the clothes. Miyako and Natsumi had suffered most on the trek the day before and could barely get to their feet when the young man came to set them to their task. He dragged them outside. At first Karen couldn't see what had happened to them. She heard the sound of Kushtian curses, the crack of a stick and the cries of the girls. This was followed by a creaking, groaning sound of wood working against wood. She caught a glimpse of the two girls through the crack between the shed's door and the wall. Miyako and Natsumi had been harnessed to a wooden yoke, the yoke in turn was fixed to a heavy beam, pivoted at its middle. At the other end of the beam two donkeys were harnessed to a similar yoke. All four trudged in a circular path, pushing the beam before them. Karen heard another sound as the two girls and the two mules trudged on; splashing water. She realised what it was that Miyako and Natsumi were doing. They and the mules were driving a pump. The beam would be driving a chain of buckets, lifting water from a deep well. They walked on throughout the morning, the sounds of the water punctuated by the moans of the girls, the bray of the donkeys and the crack of a cane. It became the pattern for their days. Permanently naked, permanently shackled, two of them would be yoked to the pump for the morning, the other two would work at the quern, the washing or the baking. They would have a short break in the middle of the day. All four would work on household tasks for the afternoon. They would be fed in the evening, barely enough to keep them working, a cold porridge of grains mixed with a little watered down goats milk. Then the men would take one or other of the women into the back of the shed to help them pass their evenings.  They had little chance to talk, a few words exchanged as the collapsed onto their pile of straw to sleep at night, if neither of the men were around. They could do little more than try to comfort whichever of them had been used most badly in the day, whichever had been most blistered by being harnessed to the pump, whoever had been most abused by one of the men. Between them they tried to hold on to each other, helping each to survive. Anouk even managed a joke, "It's not so bad," she said, "not so different from what my old man used to expect, apart from the pump. He just wanted fucking, food and washing." © 2007 Freddie Clegg All characters fictitious. Dr Armstrong also features briefly in Freddie's story "Market Forces" available here. Download PDF copies of other Freddie Clegg stories at : http://groups.yahoo.com/group/freddies_tales/

Abby the Exhibitionist byJay142© Abby the Exhibitionist Ch. 02 A few weeks after I got home, Trish let me know she was leaving school and transferring to a local college for her senior year. Her mom was sick and she wanted to be closer to home. I felt horrible for her but that left me scrambling for a roommate. Trish and I had a special connection and I was going to miss her. I could only wish I'd find another roommate like her. I spent most of the summer working and saving up money so I didn't have to worry about finances when I got back to school. I did save time to contact some friends with benefits but the sex wasn't anything out of the ordinary. There's nothing like a good orgasm or getting my pussy pummeled by a hard dick to release some sexual tension every now and then without the complications of a relationship. When I got back to school for my senior year, my new roommate, Liz, turned out to be a very friendly girl. We, luckily, hit it off immediately. She was shorter than me and had a few extra pounds on her. She wasn't fat but was more round. She seemed to carry the extra weight in her ass and breasts, which were larger than mine. Liz had a pretty face and long, light brown hair. She seemed a touch self-conscious about her weight but she looked fine to me. We gradually got to know each other better during the first few weeks of school and began to hang out together. I wasn't going to tell her about the things I did with Trish or with my now ex-boyfriend Joe last year. I didn't know how she would react to any revelations about my past sex life. I was planning on settling down anyway so I could concentrate on my studies in preparation for entering the work world after graduation. That was my plan, anyway. One night, Liz and I went to a local bar for a couple of drinks and we were sitting at the bar listening to the music and getting to know each other better. I wanted to be more discreet in my showing off but I wanted to have some fun so I put on some low-rise jeans that allowed the straps of my pink thong panties to be seen above the waist. Some guys call it a whale tale. When I sat down, just a hint of my butt crack became visible, or as some guys call it, ass cleavage. Yes, guys, a woman knows exactly how much she is showing no matter how accidental it may seem. Men seem to like knowing a girl is wearing a thong and what color it is. It's a very modest way of showing off too if that makes sense. It's a very subtle tease. As we were sitting at the bar, I locked eyes with a handsome guy across the room and we smiled at each other. He was tall with dark hair and brown eyes and built like an athlete. I really wasn't there trying to meet anyone or to be picked up but every time I looked over towards him, he seemed to be looking back at me as we continued to exchange smiles. Well, we all know what happened next; he came over with one of his friends to talk to Liz and me. He introduced himself as Dan and his friend was Mike who was also his roommate. After chatting with us a bit, Dan asked, "This may sound like a cheesy pickup line, but don't I know you from somewhere? You look awfully familiar." "You know, Dan, I was going to say the same thing. I just can't place where I know you from." As we talked, it turns out he was in a graduate program at the same college as Liz and I but we had never formally met before. About 30 minutes later, Dan looked like a light bulb went off in his head and he got a wide grin on his face. That made me curious but I didn't say anything. The conversation turned to some crappy jobs we all had over the years and trading horror stories. Dan then told us, "Yeah, I was working a couple of jobs last year to help pay for grad school." I almost choked on my beer when he said, "I even delivered pizzas for a local place. That was a crappy job but it did have its benefits." It hit me like a ton of bricks, Dan was the delivery guy that Trish and I teased by answering the door naked a couple of times and even stiffed him on paying for the first pizza. I was so embarrassed, I may have even blushed a bit. He then went on to tell a story about some young women that would answer the door in various stages of undress and even naked. I coyly mentioned, "I don't believe a girl would do something like that." He looked directly at me with a knowing grin and replied, "Oh, trust me. It really happens. A couple of naked girls even stiffed me on paying the bill one time." He was smiling ear to ear by that point. He knew it was me and I knew he knew it was me and I replied, "Oh, what bitches would do something like that?" Dan looked directly into my eyes and replied, "Oh, it was worth it. One of them was absolutely gorgeous. She was one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. I'll never forget her. She was almost as pretty as you, Abby." This may seem odd but that was one of the best compliments I had ever received. My pussy was getting wet just hearing him describe seeing us naked from his perspective. I told Liz I needed to use the ladies room and she, dutifully, came along. I told her how attracted I was to Dan and she told me she was feeling the same way about Mike but was afraid he was just being a wingman for Dan. It had happened to her before where a friend would talk to her while his buddy was talking to her prettier friend only to find he had no real interest in her at all. I told her I didn't think that was the case but we'd soon find out. We continued our separate conversations with our new male friends and after a couple of more drinks, Dan invited me back to his apartment. I wasn't sure I wanted to be a quick lay who got picked up in a bar and, once again, asked Liz to join me in the ladies room. She told me Mike wanted her to go back to their apartment too. She was also hesitant but horny. She didn't want to be a one night stand either. We talked it over and decided we both needed some male companionship, besides we were young and should enjoy our last year in college. Liz and I ended up getting laid that night. When Dan kissed me for the first time, there was a charge of electricity that ran through my body. No one had ever made me feel that way before. Having sex with Dan was different from the other men I've slept with; he was soft and gentle and made sure I came from him orally pleasing me before he entered my pussy. We spent more time looking into each other's eyes and kissing than with any of my other partners too. I was feeling a connection with Dan but was afraid I was setting myself up for being disappointed if it turned out he was just looking for a quick piece of ass. After we had sex, Dan told me, "I've wanted you ever since I delivered pizzas to you and your friend those few times. You sure know how to tease a guy." "Well, why didn't you make a move at the time? My friend and I were wondering if you were gay." He got a good laugh at that comment and replied, "I was in a serious relationship at the time and didn't want to cheat on my girlfriend but trust me, I thought about it a lot when I was alone if you know what I mean." I smiled knowing that I made a guy jerk off thinking of seeing my naked body and told him, "Well, I hope it was as good as you hoped." "Abby, it was even better than I ever dreamed it would be." Dan then expressed some curiosity about teasing delivery men. "So what was it like to answer the door naked for a strange guy? It sure was a pleasant surprise for me." "My friend and I were alone, drunk and bored that first time and did it just for kicks. It was kind of fun seeing the surprised look on your face too." "Did you do it very often?" "We did it a few times." "Does it turn you on to be seen naked like that?" "Yeah, it does. Guys are so easy to tease." I ended up telling Dan about a few of my experiences teasing delivery men and that got us both feeling frisky again. We made love a second time that night but this time it was less romantic and more lustful. He seemed to get as much enjoyment out of hearing about my bouts of exhibitionism as I did doing them. "You're such a fucking cock tease, Abby, I love it. I bet those guys wanted to fuck you just like I'm doing right now." "I bet they did too. I get off thinking of them jerking off thinking about what they'd like to do to me." "Well, you made me jerk off a few times you cock teaser. Let me hear you say it. Tell me you're a cock teaser." "I'm a fucking cock teaser, Dan. I've teased a lot of guys just like you. I let them look at my tits, my ass, and my pussy but I didn't let them touch me. I love being a cock tease." We fucked for a long time in different positions. I especially liked being on top of him, riding his cock with my tits bouncing or with me leaning forward so he could suck on them. He kept telling me he wanted to fuck me so bad after Trish and I would tease him and now he was getting his chance. I got off knowing I was fulfilling one of his dreams. After we both had cum a second time, we talked like we had known each other for years with me feeling like I was falling for Dan but trying not to raise my expectations. Not only was he cute, sexy, and personable with a sense of humor, he was loyal to his ex-girlfriend when he had two naked women that first time we met that might have had sex with him if he had only asked. A little while later, I heard Liz's voice out in the living room and she sent me a text that she was leaving. I asked her to wait a few minutes for me and we'd go home together. Dan seemed disappointed that I was leaving but I wanted to go home with Liz. We exchanged phone numbers and he asked if he could see me again the following night and I agreed. He said he'd call me. I had my doubts that I'd hear from him again. It was possible that he was only trying to fuck me since he had seen me naked before but you never know. On the way home, Liz and I swapped stories. She said she and Mike fucked twice also and it felt great because she hadn't had sex in a long time. She didn't know if she'd ever hear from him again either but she had a good time. I confided that I really liked Dan but didn't want to get my hopes up that anything would ever happen romantically. The next day, I had some studying to do and errands to run while I anxiously waited to see if I'd hear from Dan. He did ask if we could go out again that night but in the back of my mind, I knew I might never hear from him again. The longer the day went on my anxiety grew as well as my disappointment that he hadn't called. I was beginning to think I was just an easy lay who got picked up in a bar for a quick fuck. Granted, it was great sex but I was feeling a little down. Just when I had given up hope that I'd ever hear from Dan again, I got a text message from him around 4 PM, "Can I pick you up around 6 for dinner?" I waited a few minutes before answering; I didn't want to seem too eager, "Yeah, that sounds good. Do you need my address?" He responded, "LOL, I'll never forget where I delivered a pizza to two naked ladies. You should put on some clothes for dinner though, LOL." I wanted to dress sexy but not slutty so I put on my favorite long sleeve, a deep V-neck drop-top shirt that showed off my ample breasts and cleavage along with a button front jean mini skirt. When I opened the door for Dan, I was greeted with, "Wow, you look great." I replied with a modest, "Thank you." He then joked, "You know, this is the first time I've seen you answer the door with your clothes on." Neither one of us had a lot of money so we ended up at a local sports bar. Over dinner and drinks, Dan shared that he was getting his MBA and would be graduating in May. I was pursuing a degree in business and would also graduate that spring. I wasn't sure about grad school yet. We shared a common interest in a variety of sports and music. The more we talked, the more comfortable I felt being with Dan. It was only our first real date but I was falling for him. He seemed to have a similar interest in me, or so I hoped. It was after dinner that our conversation drifted to sex and he admitted that he found it exciting when other men showed their appreciation for the woman he was with. "I know it's strange but I don't get jealous when other guys check out my date. Like tonight, I've noticed several men looking at you. I don't blame them, you're a sexy woman." "You know I'm not ashamed of my body and I like to show it off at times. I don't know if it's a confidence builder but I like when men find me attractive." After dinner, Dan suggested we have another drink at the bar and encouraged me to let the men in the crowd see how sexy I was. He said a couple of guys had been checking me out most of the night and suggested that I show off my legs for them. He even went so far as to suggest, "I bet they are wondering what color panties you're wearing." I could feel a couple of guys checking me out as we walked towards the bar and left one leg on the floor when I climbed up onto the barstool. This allowed my short skirt to ride up, and with my legs spread a little, my powder blue panties were exposed for a brief moment. I made sure to keep my legs partially open, pretending not to know my panties could still be seen to those in the crowd. Dan leaned in to whisper to me, "You are so darn sexy and you're all mine tonight." I responded, "There are a couple of guys behind you that keep looking at my legs. Watch this." He turned slowly so it wasn't obvious that he was looking at them and I slowly raised my leg, giving them a very clear view up my skirt, and crossed my leg over the other. It was obvious by the looks on their faces that they enjoyed the show. My skirt had moved further up my legs exposing more of my thighs to the patrons in the bar. I could tell Dan was enjoying the show I was giving the men in the crowd. I squirmed in my seat a few times, further exposing my panties. My pussy was getting more damp with each guy I flashed. Dan told me he was getting turned on too. We planned on finishing our drinks and going back to my apartment afterward. When I was about halfway done with my drink, I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I was feeling a little frisky after having a few drinks and getting encouragement from Dan so I decided to get even bolder. When I got back to the bar, I put my hand in Dan's and he looked down with a grin. I handed him my panties. He turned to face the crowd so he could see the reaction when I sat down again. I took a deep breath and climbed onto the barstool again in the same manner as before but this time I flashed my bare pussy to a few guys that had their eyes on me. The look on their faces was priceless. They were expecting to catch a glimpse of panties again but this time they got a show they'd never forget. Dan told me, "Damn, Abby, you're my kind of girl." I received some dirty looks from a couple of girls. I'm sure they were jealous of the attention I was getting but I didn't really care. I moved around in my chair a little more before we finished our drinks. Several men got one more look at my pussy as I climbed off the stool with me giving them a wink as we walked out. Once we were safely outside, Dan and I started to laugh with him saying, "Did you see the look on their faces? I thought that one nerdy guy was going to have a heart attack. Damn, Abby, you almost killed him." He then looked directly into my eyes and without saying another word, he leaned in to kiss me softly. My heart was fluttering. That kiss turned into a longer, more passionate kiss. Our mini-makeout session was interrupted by the arrival of our rideshare car. As I slid across the backseat, I made sure to give the driver a nice view up my skirt. His wide-eyed response let me know it was a successful flash. I was surprised when Dan's hand slid up my skirt to begin fingering my pussy in full view of our driver but neither one of us cared. It only drove our passion to a higher level. The driver got a great view of what we were doing when he adjusted his rearview mirror so he could keep a watchful eye on us and turned his head at every stop. People in other cars got a quick view of the scene playing out in the backseat of our rideshare that night, especially when we stopped for a traffic signal, but we didn't care. The more people that saw us, the more turned on we got. Dan took his finger out of my pussy and slid his hand up my shirt, lifting it in the process to expose my bra. His hand then found its way into my bra and lowered it exposing my breast. I thought the driver was going to crash when he saw me almost totally exposed. Dan and I were getting hotter by the second. I think we were both disappointed when the driver stopped the car outside my apartment. He watched intently as I straightened my clothes. I gave him one last peek at my pussy before exiting his car. Dan and I were laughing hysterically causing him to inquire, "Did you see the look on his face? He almost crashed the car a couple of times." "That's the power of the pussy, Dan." We almost ran upstairs and quickly shed our clothes once we closed the door behind us. I dropped to my knees and began to suck Dan's erect cock, feasting on the hard meat in my mouth. I was like a hungry wild woman as I gave him a sloppy blow job, sucking sounds filling the room. After a few minutes, Dan led me over to the sofa, bent me over, and shoved his dick into me. He kept telling me what a hot, sexy woman I was which only fueled my need for him to keep fucking me hard. We weren't making love that night, we were straight out fucking. We were already attracted to each other, and my brazen display in the bar and our makeout session in the backseat of the rideshare car with the driver watching us drove us to stronger sexual desire for each other. Dan kept reliving our scenes as he was fucking me. "You were so sexy in the bar tonight, Abby. Every guy in the place would gladly trade places with me right now. They all wanted to fuck you." "That's what a cock tease does, Dan. I love making men want me. I love it." "Our driver got an even better show, babe. He'll be jerking off tonight." "I couldn't believe you did that to me, Dan. You got me so hot, I would have fucked you in the backseat if you wanted." "I wanted to fuck you with him watching too, Abby. That would have been hot." That made him fuck me harder and faster. I couldn't believe I found a guy that enjoyed showing me off as much I liked exposing myself. I was playing with my clit as he fucked me and played with my tits. The thought of fucking in the backseat while someone watched brought up fond memories with Ronny and his friends and I came to an intense orgasm almost at the same time as Dan filled my cunt with his cum. After we regained our composure after our wild session of sex, Dan began asking me about other times I've exposed myself to men. I, naturally, wasn't going to tell him everything but I confessed to walking around naked in my dorm room and teasing some of the guys on my floor by walking around scantily clad at times. He already knew about me flashing delivery men and I told him that I walk around the apartment nude with the lights on at times, hoping to attract attention. There is no way I was going to reveal that I had my first bisexual experience with Trish after he delivered the pizza that first night or that we swapped partners with Joe and Greg or that I had a threesome with Joe and Walt. I thought about telling him about Ken fucking me while his roommate Mitch looked on but decided against it, after all, this was only our first date. I didn't want him to think I was a slut or something. Dan told me he encouraged some of his former girlfriends to show more skin when they were out on dates but they resisted his requests. I was the first girl he found that embraced her sexuality and wasn't afraid to show off. We sat around naked having a lengthy conversation about what we wanted to do with the rest of our lives and how we wanted to enjoy our last year in college before life got more serious. I was never able to talk to any guy about my hopes and dreams before. I was falling for Dan and falling fast. I hoped I wasn't setting myself up for disappointment. I always seemed to question things that were good in my life, expecting them to turn bad. We all have our faults though. Dan and I became inseparable after that first date. We saw each other as often as we could between studying and working. I finally had a serious boyfriend, someone who was more than a fling or someone to party with. He even started introducing me as his girlfriend. Things didn't work out for Liz and Mike. They went out on a few dates but they both decided to see other people. When Dan wasn't staying at my apartment, I was at his, so Mike and Liz got used to seeing us together a lot. While we were at Dan's place, he encouraged me to feel free to dress as scantily as I felt comfortable in front of Mike. He told me, "Mike thinks you're sexy and I wouldn't mind if you gave him a show every now and then if you know what I mean." I grinned and replied, "I know exactly what you mean." With my boyfriend's approval, I began to be less concerned about how I dressed around his apartment. In the mornings, I started wearing only my tank top and panties in the morning when I stayed over. I received many appreciative stares from Mike as he watched me make breakfast while staring at my ass through my satin panties or seeing my nipples poking through my shirt. He tried to pretend he wasn't staring at me but men aren't as inconspicuous as they believe. One time when I slept over, I took an early morning shower, and I usually walked from the bathroom to the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around me. More often than not, I began to encounter Mike in the hallway. He must have been waiting for me to finish so he could catch a glimpse of me in my towel. One morning, the towel "accidentally" came undone in front of him and he got an eyeful of my completely naked body. I feigned embarrassment while Mike picked up my towel. He took a few seconds to stare directly at my pussy and tits before handing it back to me. The bedroom was only a few feet away so I never bothered covering up again. I saw Mike's head turn to watch my naked ass as I walked away. Before entering the bedroom, I stopped to turn towards Mike, gave him a knowing smile, and closed the door behind me. There were mornings when Dan would leave for class or work before me and I began to leave the bedroom door open a crack. On more than one occasion, I would look in the mirror and see Mike peeking in at me. Some women might think it was creepy but I was intentionally letting him see me in various states of dress and undress. There were times when I would bend over for him or play with my tits or pussy for a moment or two in order to give him a show. I knew he must have been masturbating quite often dreaming of me and that image also turned me on with Dan being the beneficiary. I would tell Dan exactly what I did to his roommate and we'd fuck like rabbits. I had a feeling Dan might have had this planned with Mike, letting him know it was okay, but I didn't care, it was fun for all involved. I was afraid I would ruin it for everyone if I confronted Dan with my suspicions. I began to spend more nights at Dan's apartment and pretty soon, I was sleeping there more than at my own place. One evening when Dan and I were alone trying to decide what to do for dinner. We were going through the old, "I don't know what I want. What do you want?" routine when Dan suggested, "Why don't we order a pizza?" He had a devilish smirk on his face and I knew exactly what he wanted. I readily agreed and he got on the phone to order a pizza from the place he used to work. We couldn't decide if he should be in the room when I answered the door or watch from a hidden place but he decided to get a front-row seat to my performance. About an hour later, there was a knock on the door shortly after I buzzed the delivery guy in and Dan seemed just as excited as me. It was nice to share my perversion with someone. I will always get a thrill out of seeing the look on a guy's face when a naked lady opens the door; it's priceless. At first, it's like you woke someone from a trance as they were probably daydreaming and wanting to get onto the next delivery. When they see a naked woman with 36c tits and bald pussy standing before them, their facial expression turns from shock to joy. I like watching their eyes which usually start by looking at my tits then down my body to my pussy and up again to my face. When I invited him in to put the pizza on the dinette table, he willingly followed me but stopped in his tracks when he saw Dan. Now it was my turn to be shocked when I heard Dan say, "Hey, George, I thought you quit that place." "Hey, hi Dan. I went back a few nights a week. They needed some help and I was looking for a few extra bucks until school ends." "This is my girlfriend, Abby. Abby, this is George." "Nice to meet you, George." "The pleasure is all mine, Abby." George couldn't figure out what was going on but he was getting an eyeful of my naked body while he chatted with Dan. He was trying to look at Dan while they talked but his eyes kept darting over to check me out. It was really funny watching him struggle on where to look. Dan tried to explain our situation by saying, "Abby, doesn't like to wear clothes around the apartment. I think she looks better without them anyway." "I can't argue with that statement, Dan." They talked for another minute before George left but not before getting one last look at my tits, pussy, and ass. Dan and I had a good laugh after he left. He was thrilled that I let him see George's reaction. We were both so turned on, we ended up in the bedroom, fucking wildly while our pizza got cold but we didn't care. We were young and having fun. After having sex, I put on one of Dan's t-shirts that fit me like a short dress and he was only wearing his boxer briefs. When we sat down to eat our pizza, Dan inquired about any other things that turned me on or that I had already done. "Well, I've been known to walk around my apartment naked with the curtains open and the lights on." "Come on Abby, you already told me that. You're an adventurous woman, you must have done or thought about more than that." Dan accepted my exhibitionism, so after some initial hesitation, I decided to tell him more. He could see that I was thinking it over and stared at me patiently waiting for a response. "I kind of like being watched while having sex." "Really? I take it, it's happened to you before then. "Um, yes." I had piqued his interest and he begged to know more details. "Before I left for college, my boyfriend and I were up at a lover's lane and some of his friends came along and watched us through the car windows. At first, I was pissed off but the more they watched, the more turned on I got." "Wow, Abby, that's hot. Were there any other times someone's watched you?" "There was one more time when I fucked a guy in his dorm room when his friend pretended to be asleep in the next bed. I could see his eyes partially open watching us. Oh god, that was so hot. We put on a pretty good show for him too. The best part was I could see his hand moving underneath his sheets. The thought of a guy jerking off looking at me drives me wild. Just thinking about it gets me hot." Dan showed me the lump in his underwear and replied, "Just hearing this story gets me going too." We began to make out right there on the sofa, kissing and touching each other. Things were really beginning to heat up again. When Dan slipped off the t-shirt I was wearing, I asked him, "Shouldn't we go into the bedroom?" He replied, "No, let's do it right here." "But isn't Mike going to be home any minute?" "Yeah, he should be." I started to say something but Dan kissed me again and it finally hit me, Dan wanted Mike to catch us fucking on the sofa. Who was I to object? So, we both got naked and I got down on my knees to blow my boyfriend, my heart racing waiting to hear the apartment door to open. Deep down I was disappointed that Mike was late coming back from class. Usually, he's like clockwork. It nervously excited me that he would likely catch us but I'd also be disappointed if he didn't. A few moments after Dan laid me back on the sofa and began to fuck me with my legs wide open in the missionary position, I heard Mike fumbling with his keys outside the door. I started moaning in anticipation of what was about to happen. I turned my head and watched the doorknob turn, and heard the familiar squeaking of the door opening. When Mike came in, he stood there in shock at seeing his roommate fucking his girlfriend on the sofa. Dan and I were equally shocked when a friend of Mike's, Hank, walked in with him. Hank was pleasantly surprised as well. Both guys stood in the doorway for a moment, not believing what they were witnessing, when Mike said, "Oh, sorry man, You should have let me know. We'll come back later." Mike and his friend were about to leave when Dan said to them, "No, man, it's okay. Come on in. We don't mind, do we, Abby?." I was in the throes of orgasm after being "caught" by Mike and his buddy and all I could do was mumble, "uh, huh," as I was cumming. Both guys looked at each other and quickly closed the door. They stood frozen, watching us before they went to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers and sat at the island overlooking the living area. From their vantage point, they could see my wide open cunt getting drilled by Dan's cock. I could see their faces over his shoulder as they watched us having sex. I was thrilled beyond words to experience having an audience again. Mike courteously inquired, "Do you want us to leave the room, Dan?" "No, you're fine right where you are." Dan turned things up a notch when he had me get on all fours facing the guys. I stood straight up so they could get a good look at my naked body before I repositioned myself on the sofa. I was looking at our guests as I felt my boyfriend reenter me. My tits began to flop back and forth as Dan fucked me hard. My pussy was on fire as I came to another raging orgasm. I've always enjoyed being seen naked but having someone watch me as I was getting fucked was ten times as good. I could hear Mike and Hank making comments like, "Damn, she really likes to fuck," and "Look at those tits. They're better than I imagined." When Dan was about to cum, he made me turn around so he could finish off in my mouth. In this position, my butt was sticking up in the air towards Mike and Hank but my head was turned sideways so they could see his dick in my mouth. Dan was fucking my mouth while I used my tongue to help him cum. He held my head firmly and lunged forward, shooting a couple of wads of cum into my mouth, then pulling out to splash my face with a couple of more. He stuffed his cock back into my mouth so I could suck him dry. When he was done cumming, Dan had me face his friends and asked, "Doesn't Abby look beautiful, boys?" Mike replied, "She looks absolutely lovely, Dan." Hank joined in, "Abby, looks gorgeous." I wiped the cum off my face with Dan's t-shirt then went into the bathroom to clean up. In a show of some modesty, I put on another of Dan's shirts. On my way back to the living room, I heard Dan telling the guys that we wanted to get caught having sex, it was a fantasy of his to be watched and I was gracious to play along. Hank commented that it sure looked like I was enjoying myself and Mike chimed in that I was a bit of an exhibitionist so he wasn't totally surprised. Both volunteered to watch anytime we wanted an audience. Dan made them promise not to tell anyone or it may never happen again. I made some noise before I entered the room, then the guys got silent. I pretended I didn't overhear anything and tried to act like nothing happened but I could feel Mike's and Hank's eyes following me around the room. I think they were hoping the show wasn't over yet and when they realized nothing more was going to happen, Hank decided to leave and Mike went to bed. When we were finally alone, Dan said, "Abby, that was really fun. The looks on their faces when they opened the door was amazing. We had some great sex too. It was wild. I bet Mike is in his room right now rubbing one out and once Hank gets home, he will be too." "I just hope they don't think I'm some kind of tramp or something. They better not tell anyone." "I told them I'd kill them if they said anything." While I had a great sexual experience, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake. I didn't want our mutual friends to think less of me because of my sexual desires. On the other hand, I was a free spirit who enjoyed sex in different ways. I was a young coed enjoying life. I decided I was going to live life to its fullest before things got serious after graduation. If other people were going to judge me, then they could go fuck themselves while I'm having fun. The next morning, both Dan and I had late classes so I slept in. When I got up, Mike and Dan were talking in the living room before Mike left for his classes. Over breakfast, we had a chance to talk more about the previous night and how we both enjoyed having an audience. It turned Dan on knowing his friends were envious of him and he knew they were hoping I'd fuck them too. "I know how guys are. I think knowing that they want to do some nasty things with me is what turns me on so much. That, and knowing a guy is jerking off in his room dreaming about my body is what really gets my juices flowing." "For them, it was a live sex show, better than watching porn, except they weren't jerking off while watching. Would it have bothered you if they would have jerked off last night?" "No, it wouldn't have bothered me but I'm not falling for that one again." "Again? What do you mean?" I was thinking, "Oh shit. Me and my big mouth. How do I get out of this one?" "Oh, nothing." "No. What did you mean by not falling for that again?" Dan was pretty open-minded about my sexual desires and past so I decided to open up to him even more. I was contemplating how to word this and he kept staring at me while I was thinking so I figured I'd just tell him straight out. "I confided in my last boyfriend how I liked to be watched and he brought in a friend to the bedroom to observe. I ended up having sex with both of them even though he swore that wouldn't happen." Dan stared at me for a moment, I think he thought I was joking at first. I got worried that he was going to be pissed off. Maybe being so open about my sexual past wasn't such a good idea after all. When he realized I was serious, he got a smile on his face. "You had a threesome with two guys?" I nodded, "Yes." "Did you like it?" I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "Um, I guess I did." I was already revealing one of my deep, dark secrets and I didn't want to tell him I enjoyed it so much that I fucked them both twice that night and that's when I lost my anal virginity. I could see that his mind was processing or maybe imagining what I had done that night. "I think that is so hot, Abby, maybe we could go into the bedroom and you could tell me all about it." "Gee, I don't know, Dan. Are you sure you won't get jealous?" "I let guys see you naked and we've fucked in front of my friends without me getting jealous. It's turning me on just thinking about it." He leaned back in his chair and showed me the erection in his underwear. So, I figured, why not. I'm up for some morning sex. I told him most of the details of that night. Dan liked the idea of me wearing sexy lingerie in front of my ex-boyfriend's buddy and how I let his friend touch my breasts before watching me give my ex-boyfriend a blowjob. Dan told me, "You should have known that once you all got naked in the bedroom that you'd end up fucking both guys." "To be honest, I kind of figured that out long before then but once my boyfriend started fucking me in front of his friend, I wanted to have sex with his friend too. I just wish he would have asked me before he stepped aside and let his friend take his place." I then told Dan how we all stayed naked on the bed and how we all fucked again and that's when I was double penetrated. When I was done with my story, Dan fucked me hard and fast. It was a morning quickie and we both had orgasms. After we were done having sex, Dan asked, "It sounds like you had a darn good time that night. Is it something you'd want to do again?" "Is it something you'd want me to do?" "Hell, yeah, Abby." "So you wouldn't mind seeing another man's dick in my mouth or in my pussy?" "It wouldn't bother me a bit. Just hearing about it got me hot." "None of this was planned, so I guess it would have to happen under the right circumstances." From that day on, Dan seemed obsessed with me telling him about my threesome with me adding more details each time I relived my experience. I knew he wanted to have a three-way with me but I wasn't sure I wanted to go down that road. Part of me felt used by Joe and Walt that night, especially after Joe broke up with me. I was really falling for Dan and I didn't want to be another guy's college party girl. Even though I wouldn't have minded bringing another person into our bedroom, I still wanted to be cautious. Mike was the obvious person to party with but I wasn't sure it was a good idea with me practically living there and seeing him every day. I felt better about my relationship with Dan as the fall semester came to a close and we faced the prospect of being apart for the winter break. He invited me to come to his parent's home to meet them. I planned on going there for the week after Christmas so we could be together on New Year's Eve. I was elated to meet his family because it meant I wasn't just some girl to party with that will get dumped when school ends. When I got to Dan's parent's house I was naturally nervous. I knew his parents would be judging me so I made sure I was on my best behavior and modestly dressed. I wore a sexy, little black dress for the New Year's Eve party that Dan and I were going to and I think his dad appreciated my attire. I saw him checking out my legs and cleavage but I dressed up for Dan's benefit. After we kissed at midnight, Dan looked me in the eyes and said, "Abby, I've been afraid to say something sooner, but..." My heart momentarily sank wondering if there was bad news coming with those fears extinguished when he continued, "I love you, Abby. I can't imagine life without you." A tear of pure happiness rolled down my cheek as I replied, "I love you too, Dan." No guy had ever said that to me before, at least when they weren't fucking me. This was now the most serious relationship I had ever been in. I felt this way a long time ago but no one wants to be the first person to say those words out of fear of rejection or out of fear it would scare them off. The new year got off to a glorious start. When we got back home that night, we made love in his bed; a soft, gentle session between two people that loved each other. New Year's Day is a traditional big college football day and we had plans for me to meet one of Dan's best friends going back to grade school, Paul. Paul's girlfriend had just dumped him before the holidays and we were going over to his place to watch a football game or two. I was so happy Dan was introducing me to his family and friends, it didn't matter that we'd be watching football most of the day. As we were getting ready, Dan told me, "Wear something sexy. I want Paul to see how gorgeous you are." I wanted to be comfortable too so I decided to wear a pair of black, super tight, low rise leggings with a dark blue thong. They followed every curve of my ass including hugging my butt crack, it was like they were painted on me. I made sure they showed a whale tail to highlight the fact I was wearing a thong. At Dan's urging, I wore a white crop top without a bra that allowed just a hint of my brown areola to show through and he gave me one of his sports jerseys to wear over it so I wasn't too obvious, especially to his parents before we left the house. I knew, at some point, I'd be expected to take the jersey off at Paul's house and show off. After we told each other that we were in love, I would have done anything for Dan. I finally had someone who truly cared for me despite all of my faults and shared some of the same sexual fantasies as me. What more could a girl want? When we got to Paul's house, I was pleasantly surprised at how similar he looked to Dan. He was tall, brown hair, brown eyes with an athletic build. Like most guys, I saw his eyes give me the once over but the jersey hid most of my figure. When I commented that Paul and Dan could be related, Dan jokingly responded, "Yeah, we tell people were brothers from different mothers." It was an old, corny joke but appropriate. I simply rolled my eyes but we all got a good laugh too. It helped break the ice. Paul commented, "Wow, Abby, you're beautiful, too beautiful for Dan." There was some playful banter between them before we sat down to enjoy the day. We started drinking during the pregame show and the party continued with us passing a bong around as we drank and watched the first game. We would also drink a shot of Tequila every time their favorite team scored. I felt right at home and there was plenty of friendly banter going back and forth between Dan and Paul as old friends will do. I knew Dan wanted me to show off and tease his friend and by halftime, I was feeling comfortable enough with Paul to make a move. I decided to try a provocative question that I knew would get things started. "Is it me, or is it hot in here?" I asked, waving my hand on the side of my face. Paul looked at Dan and replied, "It's definitely you, Abby. You are definitely hot." Dan quickly agreed so I coyly asked, "Do you mind if I take off my jersey? I'm roasting." With the encouragement of both men, I took the bottom of the jersey and pulled it over my head, revealing my white crop top that clung tightly to my ample, 36c breasts, and showed off just a hint of my dark brown areola. Paul, feeling emboldened by the alcohol and pot, commented, "Damn, Abby, you were hiding a nice pair of tits under your jersey." He quickly apologized, fearing he may have been too outspoken but Dan responded, "I told you she had a nice rack." "You weren't kidding, dude." My pussy started getting warm hearing the reviews of my breasts and my first thought was, "Paul hasn't even gotten a good look at my ass yet." I offered to get the next round of beers from the fridge so I leaned over to get the empty cans, knowing Paul was stealing glances down my shirt but that was my plan. When I walked over to the fridge, I could feel two sets of eyes staring at my ass so I made sure to give it a little extra motion and glanced over my shoulder as I entered the kitchen to let them know I knew they were checking me out. My leggings fit so tightly that they crept into the crack of my ass and showed the outline of my thong underneath and my whale tail showed above the waistband. I was proud to have an appreciative, private audience. Paul has a small apartment and the kitchenette was in clear view of where the guys were sitting. I made sure to bend over looking into the fridge for the beer. When I bent over, I knew the fabric of my leggings would be stretched thin, allowing the boys to see through them, not that there was much left to see. Paul told me the colder beers were in the back of the lower shelf which made me bend further and I took my sweet time too. I could also feel my nipples getting hard from the cold air that I knew the guys would notice. While I still had my back turned, I heard the guys roar over a touchdown during the game, and I mischievously, shook one of the cans of beer before I walked back into the living room with three beers in my hands and my braless tits bouncing as I walked. I saw Paul's eyes lock onto my tits with my nipples poking out of my shirt. When I got to the living room, I leaned over, proudly displaying my breasts as I poured the guys their beers. I then stood straight up and opened my beer and it, predictably, splattered all over me, wetting my white crop top, leaving it completely see-through. I feigned shock despite everything working out exactly as I planned. Paul and Dan's eyes were staring at my exposed breasts. When Paul went to get some towels to clean up the mess, Dan told me, "That was a nice trick you pulled off there; well played." "I don't know what you're talking about. It was a complete accident." I then gave Dan a coy smile. I knew he was pleased by my actions. Paul came back with some towels and handed me one while staring directly at my exposed breasts through my now transparent top. I pretended to be embarrassed while proclaiming I had no idea what went wrong. I wanted to change out of my beer-soaked shirt stating, "Dan, can you hand me the jersey?" "I don't know Abby, I kind of like seeing you the way you are." Both guys were practically drooling overseeing me almost naked from the waist up. I was also loving the attention I was receiving as they completely forgot about the football game. I was drunk, high, and horny, wondering where all this was leading. Dan had my other jersey in his hands and said, "As long as we've already seen your tits, why don't you just leave your shirt on or even better, why don't you just take it off? I'm sure Paul wouldn't mind, would you buddy?" "Heck no, I wouldn't mind at all." I looked at Dan, knowing what this would lead to, and asked in a couple's code, "Are you sure you want me to do this?" "Yes, Abby, I'm positive." I was standing there with two cute guys staring at my tits. I shrugged my shoulders and figured if this is what Dan wanted, who was I to argue. The day was about to take an exciting turn and I love showing off anyway. I grasped the bottom of my top and ever so slowly pulled it over my head, gradually letting my naked breasts come into view in front of my eager, two-person audience. It was an exhilarating feeling being naked from the waist up in front of them. This was more than flashing a delivery man, that would be over in a couple of minutes. After I took off my top, I had no idea if or when I'd put it back on. I could tell by the look on Paul's face that he wanted more than to look at my tits. That observation was confirmed when he had to adjust his dick in his pants because of his growing erection. No one was saying anything and it felt a little weird just standing there letting the guys stare at my half-naked body, so I asked Dan, "Is that all you want me to take off?" I knew the answer to my question which Dan confirmed by saying, "Oh, baby, you know I like it when you show off." Paul simply sat back, not knowing what to say but obviously thrilled with the possibility of me stripping off my leggings. I think Dan may have told him about our love of exhibitionism, after all, they were life-long friends but it didn't really matter at that point. He was going to sit back and enjoy the show. I'm sure part of him couldn't believe his luck. The guys were giving me their undivided attention when I slipped my finger inside the waistband of my leggings and started to pull them down towards my hips, revealing the thin straps of my thong. Paul probably thought this was only a practical joke, that there was no way I was going to continue but I was too horny to pass up this opportunity to exhibit myself in front of two hot men. When I got my leggings down to my hips, I turned around to reveal the top of my butt crack and slowly let the rest of my ass come into view. I then bent over in front of them to pull the rest of my leggings down and off my legs. With only my thong keeping me from being totally nude, I did a slow pirouette and after I did a complete turn, I bounced my tits for them and asked, "How's this boys?" Paul replied, "Damn, Abby, you have a gorgeous body. I mean, your tits are fabulous and your ass is out of this world." Dan added, "You know I love your body dear, but you're still wearing your thong; it kind of seems out of place, don't you think so Paul?" "Oh, it definitely looks out of place, Dan. I couldn't agree with you more." "Tsk, you guys are never satisfied." Dan responded, "Well, I think there's a way we can be satisfied," and he began to chuckle. "You're such a pig, Dan." I impulsively walked up to Paul and asked, "Would you like to do the honors?" I was standing right in front of him; I know he wanted to strip off my thong for me but, not wanting to get his best friend angry, he looked over at Dan for his approval. Dan gave him a nod so Paul looked up at me, silently making sure I was really okay with this and I responded with a wink and a smile. Dan sat back watching attentively as all of this unfolded. He was enjoying this as much, if not more than I. Paul slowly reached out and began to tug at the straps of the top of my thong. When I felt his fingers touch my hips, it was like a bolt of electricity shot through my body. From his seated position, he got a close up look as my bare pussy slowly came into view, his face coming within a fraction of an inch of me as he slid my thong down my legs. When he had them completely off, he swallowed hard as he looked up at me, his face flush with excitement, my thong in his hand. Dan slid over closer to Paul on the sofa and had me take a step closer between them. I was naked and feeling very vulnerable. Dan scanned my nude body and told me how lovely I looked and started to trace his hands over me. I started to melt to his touch. He began to lightly touch my breasts under the watchful eye of Paul. Pulling me a little closer, Dan started to kiss and suck on my nipples, then motioned to Paul to do the same. Paul slowly brought his lips to my other nipple, seemingly waiting for me to object. When I didn't stop him, I felt his warm lips engulf my breast and begin to suck on it. My knees almost buckled in sheer pleasure as the feeling of having both breasts sucked on at the same time sent a shockwave of pleasure directly to my pussy. Paul's hand began to grasp my ass cheek while Dan had one hand on my other cheek as he slid the other up between my legs. He found my pussy soaking wet as he started to finger fuck me. I knew where this was leading but I wanted to hear approval from my boyfriend who just told me he loved me the night before. "What do you want me to do, Dan?" "I think you know what I want you to do, Abby." "But, I want to hear it from you." "I want you to suck and fuck Paul while I watch, then I want to fuck you." After getting the confirmation I wanted, I placed my right leg up on the cushion of the sofa, silently inviting Paul to lick me. He first fondled both of my breasts before running his hands all over my naked torso and legs. He then leaned in to begin kissing and licking my pussy. I kept looking over at Dan who was loving being a silent voyeur. I wanted to please my lover by satisfying his best friend's sexual desires. Paul licked my pussy for a short time before suggesting, "Let's take this party into the bedroom where we have more room." He took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom where I laid back on his bed and watched my two lovers quickly undress with both sporting huge erections. Paul joined me on the bed and began where he left off, licking my hot cunt. I moaned as she brought me to an orgasm. I kept looking at Dan so he could see the look of pleasure on my face as his friend ate my pussy. It was now my turn to sexually satisfy Paul and I began by sucking his dick, making sure my boyfriend got a great view of his friend's dick sliding in and out of my mouth. I made sure to give him a good, sloppy blow job with the sounds of my slurping on his dick filling the room. When I felt him gently lifting my head off his dick, I knew it was time for us to fuck. I laid on my back and spread my legs wide, offering Paul my pussy. I looked directly at my boyfriend and said, "Fuck me good and hard, Paul. Dan wants to see you give me a good fucking." "Don't worry, Abby, it's been a few months since I've had sex and I plan on giving you a fucking you won't forget." Paul spread my legs wide and lifted them over his shoulder. I felt his hard dick poking at the entrance to my pussy, then felt it slide in as we both moaned loudly. "Damn, Abby, you've got one hot pussy." He started to slowly fuck me at first, relishing in the feeling of my hot, wet flesh surrounding his dick before gradually picking up the pace. I kept my eyes fixed on Dan as his best friend gave my pussy a good pounding. I could tell he was enjoying the show and he knew I liked him watching us. My breasts began to bounce the harder he pummeled my pussy. I wanted Dan to enjoy me getting fucked by his best friend so I began to verbalize how I felt. "Oh, Paul, fuck me, baby. Give it to me good and hard. Dan wanted to see me having sex so fuck me hard. Oh, your dick feels so good in my pussy. I'm so horny, fuck me, Paul." While that made it even more enjoyable for Dan, it also brought Paul closer to cumming. He then asked if he could fuck my tits. I wanted to give him an evening to remember so I readily agreed. I've had a few guys want a titty fuck because of my full, round breasts so it wasn't anything unexpected. Paul withdrew from my pussy and placed his dick between my breasts while I squeezed my fleshy mounds around it. He began to rhythmically thrust himself between my tits, stopping every so often to let me suck on the tip. When Paul began to breathe and moan faster I knew his orgasm was imminent. He reached out to lift my head and I instinctively opened my mouth wide. He shot the first wad which splashed onto my forehead and face, catching only a little in my mouth. Another wad splattered on my face, then Paul stuffed his dick in my mouth allowing me to suck him dry. "That was fantastic, Abby. You are one hot lady. Thanks for sharing your girlfriend, Dan." "What are you thanking him for? I'm the one that fucked you," I responded with a chuckle. "Sorry, Abby. Thank you for the great sex." "That's better," I said with a smile. Before Paul could respond, Dan climbed on the bed and positioned himself between my legs, and entered me. Now it was Paul that was watching me getting fucked. I don't know why it turns me on so much to have an audience when I'm naked or having sex. It touches something in my brain that makes me horny and it makes the sex even better. Maybe it's because I know men like to see naked women and if they like porn, seeing the action, live, in-person is that much better. That's how I felt that evening taking on Dan and Paul individually. I felt like a porn star. Truth be told, I was so horny that day, I probably would have fucked a roomful of men if Dan had asked. I still had Paul's cum on my face too so I felt extra slutty while Dan was pounding my pussy. It didn't take Dan long to feel his impending orgasm and he wanted to add to the collection of Paul's cum on my face. He copied his friend's actions and began to titty fuck me before splattering my face with his cum then making me swallow the last couple of wads. When he was done cumming, Dan told me, "Baby, that was incredible. You're the sexiest woman alive, Abby." Paul added, "You sure are sexy, Abby. Dan is one lucky guy. I'm jealous." I knew that's what Dan wanted to hear. He liked the fact that other men found me desirable and it made me more desirable to him knowing they were envious of him. They went out into the living room while I took a shower. When I looked in the mirror, I had cum all over my face and lips, on my neck and tits, and in my hair. I really did look like a slut but I had a great fucking time. Dan and Paul ended up fucking me two more times each that night, sometimes alone and sometimes together. They double penetrated me and spit-roasted me at times. I couldn't get enough dick and they couldn't get enough of my mouth, pussy, and ass. The nice thing was that it took them longer to cum each time they fucked me. By the end of the night, I was exhausted. My pussy and ass were irritated and my jaw muscles were tight. If that's how my New Year started, I wondered what the rest of the year would be like.

A Spoiled Vacation By Captainquixote Hildy, Nissa and Becca were loving their vacation. A posh resort and they didn’t even have to pay for it. Winners of a grand prize in a soda pop contest. They'd already had a time worth remembering for a few days. Now they were ready to relax a bit. They decided to spend some time at the hotel pool. The three girls were quite a sight to behold in their bikinis. Nissa had short brown hair and green eyes. She was the most athletic of the girls, toned all over and well tanned. Hildy was just as pretty but in a cute sort of way with her short, wavy blonde hair. She had soft curves all over, especially her tits. They bounced a little with every step. Becca was the most voluptuous. Her tits weren’t huge but they were big. All three girls attracted attention, but Becca’s chest was usually the first place men looked. And everyone was looking. There was one man at the pool who wasn’t happy at all with the display. “Excuse me miss,” the stern looking gentleman in a hotel suit said to to Hildy, “I’m Mister Prishkin, the hotel manager. I’m afraid that you, and your friends are dressed inappropriately.” “What?” “Your Swimsuits are too revealing.” “Oh. Okay. Sorry, we didn’t know.” “The rules are clearly posted over there,” he said pointing to a sign that resembled a small contract. They couldn’t possibly expect anyone to read all that. But apparently they did. Somewhere on it, couched between no children without adult supervision and diving allowed only in the deep end was a list of rules that governed what swimwear was and was not allowed to show. All three of them, in different ways were breaking the rules. The girls were annoyed by this because, while their swimsuits flaunted their bodies, they weren’t entirely immodest. Prishkin explained, as though annoyed, “I’m afraid the hotel is quite adamant. We can’t allow the swimsuits. I’ll have to confiscate them. They’ll be waiting for you at the desk when you check out.” “Confiscate them?,” Becca asked. “Please remove them,” the Prishkin elucidated. “You’re serious,” Nissa asked. It was the stupidest thing she had ever heard. Your swimsuits are too small so get naked? It was like something a juvenile slacker might write in a bad story. However they didn’t want to lose their stay here. They had another two weeks and they would never get another opportunity like this. The problem was, there wasn’t even a changing area down here (strange for a fancy hotel, again almost like a contrived story). Nissa and Becca were still a bit too rattled to consider what to do so Hildy volunteered. “I’ll go first. Just, just hold up your towels. Right here,” she pointed to a fence. Nissa and Becca helped out, making an impressive barrier so that no one could see. Hildy’s top came off, up where everyone could see it above the towel. Her bottoms dropped down to her ankles and she stepped out. A lot of men were watching but no one could see around the towels. “There,” Hildy said as she wrapped a towel around her. “Awesome body!,” someone shouted from behind the fence. Hildy glanced down and saw a knot hole with an eye staring through. Somone had watched her undress! “AAAAAHH!” Whoever it was ran, leaving Hildy feeling naked even though the towel covered more than her swimsuit did. Nissa said with trepidation, “I guess it’s my turn, but I’m not changing by that fence.” She walked over to a corner of a pool building that was closed in by two walls as her friends made a towel barrier for her. Again, men marveled as they saw her top come up and her bottoms come down. They couldn’t see what they wanted to though. Most of them couldn’t. Two young boys were up on the roof above her and had seen everything as she stripped. “Yahoo!” One of them yelled once she was done. Nissa screamed just as Hildy had. She flushed and almost ran, seeing the young eyes that had seen her naked body. How were they going to protect Becca though? Two towels were used as clothing now. The only one left was her own. Becca decided to wrap that towel around her and hold it in place as her friends removed her bikini underneath. The gathering men lusted at the display. Even though they couldn’t see it all, a busty, beautiful girl was being undressed by her friends. Her bottoms came off easy enough but the top gave a little trouble. Right when Nissa had it untied, she pulled it out triumphantly, but this tugged the towel out of Becca’s hand. Shrieeek!!! She was stark naked in front of about fifteen men who were hollering and laughing. She grabbed her towel back up and wrapped it around her body quickly. Hildy angrily handed the bikinis to the hotel man. Nissa said quietly, “Let’s get back to our room now.” The girls headed back but they felt a bit awkward about wandering through the lobby in only their towels. So they decided to take a longer way around that might keep them out of sight. What they didn’t know was that they were being followed by the pair of mischievous boys that had spied on Nissa earlier. They had already seen Nissa and Becca naked, now they were determined to see Hildy too. The girls made it inside through a side entrance and quickly darted around a corner into a hallway. They knew they were going to have to head to the elevators, but they needed to build up a little courage first. Before they could do that, the boys had snuck up behind them. One of them reached out and carefully grabbed the corner of Hildy’s towel and snapped it off. Panicked, she turned toward them before she covered. The other boy had a cell phone that clicked a picture of her naked body. Shriek!!! She covered as another picture clicked. The boy with her towel was about to run off, but Becca managed to grab it from him. Hildy turned away from the camera, but this only gave the happy young man a chance to get a picture of her bare ass before he ran away too. Their cheery laughter kept ringing in Hildy’s head as she wrapped her towel back around herself. Hildy’s scream had attracted the attention of some other uptight member of the hotel staff. He was a bit startled at seeing them when he rounded the corner. “Uhm, is everything all right?” “Everything’s fine,” Becca snarled at him. “Hm. Well, I hate to tell you this, but we can’t have you wandering around the hotel like that. You are wearing something under those towels aren’t you?” “No,” Nissa explained bitterly. “One of you other jokers made us take off our bikinis.” “I see. Yes, we can’t have any terribly skimpy swimwear either. Still, I can’t have you in the lobby like that. You’ll have to come this way.” He led them down the hall and into a door marked Employees Only, then down another long hallway. Finally he gestured, “Here’s one of our service elevators, take it.” “Thank you,” Hildy said, pleased to have a way out of the public eye. The man gave a condescending nod as he strode off. The girls got onto the elevator and checked the buttons. “Hey!,” Becca observed, “This doesn’t go all the way to our floor!” “The service halls must not go all the way,” Nissa said. “This place is seriously screwed up,” Becca said as she pushed the button for the highest floor. The elevator stopped on the very next floor though where a stunned, then smiling young bellhop got on. “How are you ladies?” Their only response was cold silence. He had intended to get off on the same floor as the girls, but he decided to do something more exciting. He pressed the button for a floor in between. As the elevator ascended, he wasn’t too subtle about eyeing what he could and wondering what was under those towels. Then it stopped and the doors opened. “Have a nice day ladies,” he said as he grabbed Nissa’s towel off of her, causing her to shriek. His timing was perfect. The doors closed behind him just in time to keep the girls from following. Nissa covered her naked body with her hands and stared at her friends who couldn’t think of a single supportive thing to say. The elevator stopped at the highest floor they could reach and opened. Nissa could hardly look as she expected someone there to see her exposure. She was lucky though. No one was in sight. The three stepped out into the hallway. “What are we gonna do?,” Nissa asked desperately. “Becca and I will check ahead. Stay here and, uh, hope that that elevator doesn’t come back.” Becca and Hildy wandered down the hall briskly, checking for anyone around any corner while Nissa peered carefully from around the corner. She watched her friends make their way down and she felt a bit safer with them looking out for her. What she hadn’t counted on was the noise she heard behind her. The elevator was opening up. She turned and stared wide eyed at the bellhop who had stolen her towel. He had come up to get another look and was now smiling at the view he got of Nissa’s nakedness. “Where’s your friends?,” he asked with a conversational tone, his eyes wandering all over her, lingering everywhere where her hands covered. “You, you stay back! Becca! Hildy!” For a few seconds she was subjected to a wait as the bellhop just stood and blatantly stared. Then one of her towel clad friends arrived. Becca rushed to her and saw the trouble. “You again!” Before she could say anything else, the surprising fast bellhop had the corner of her towel and snapped it off. “Hey!” He had caught only a glimpse of Becca’s well rounded figure before he dodged in between them and ran down the hall. Becca gave chase to get her towel back. Hildy saw her coming and tried to warn her, “Becca no! It’s the boys with the camera!” This was all the young lads had to hear. They shot around the corner, and cell phone ready, started clicking pictures. Becca was completely exposed. To keep up with the bellhop she had to run without covering. She screamed and threw her arms around herself as the boys got closer and kept on clicking their pictures. “Awesome!” one of them commented. “I love this place!,” his friend said. Hildy wanted to stop the boys, or better yet take their camera, but she saw why Becca was naked and decided to solve that problem instead. As the bellhop tried to get around her, she grabbed the towel and then was in a tug of war to retrieve the cloth that would return Becca’s modesty. It was a comical picture, bellhop and scantily clad girl fighting over a towel, Becca helplessly covering while a cell phone kept clicking pictures. The boy who wasn’t busy with that though saw a new opportunity. While Hildy was concentrating on the tug of war, the boy snapped her towel off as well. The camera immediately turned and got a couple of good naked shots as she struggled for the towel. Becca, more clear headed now with the camera turned away, grabbed that towel away from the boy and started to wrap it around herself as she screamed, “Nissa! Come help!” She was even looking down the hall and this was all the camera kid needed to start running in that direction to see what he was missing. Hildy kicked her opponent in the crotch and thereby managed to retrieve the towel. She stared at the young voyeur near her and grimaced as she realized that the cell phone that now had several bare naked shots of her was out of reach. At that point, Nissa was screaming again as pictures were being taken of her with only her arms covering her body. The smiling young photographer couldn’t get uncovered shots as he had of the other two girls, but it was still worthwhile, especialy since her expression was so shocked and horrified. In a few moments, Becca and Hildy were there to protect Nissa and to take the camera. They didn’t get the chance though. The other boy had followed them and, with their backs to him, he yanked the towels off again. “Run Billy!!!” The two young boys darted away, camera intact with naked pictures of all three girls. Becca, Hildy and Nissa were all mortified at their predicament and the blatant abuse they had suffered on what was supposed to be their vacation. At least the little brats left the two towels behind though. Nissa was still left uncovered except for her arms and a blush. The girls made their way carefully down the hall, self conscious in towels and Nissa horrified at walking naked in a public place. They listened though for the sounds of anyone else who might take advantage of their situation. Becca and Hildy went first, checking around corners. Behind them though was a man making his way to his room. He had been gawking at Nissa’s bare ass until he got close and she heard him. She spun in place and froze as he walked by slowly, very slowly, eyeing everything he could with a smile. The moment he was gone, Nissa wailed, “Hildy! Becca! What am I gonna do? I can’t keep going like this?” “Well what do you want to do?,” Becca asked. “Just stay here?” “Uuuh...” With that, she kept walking. They weren’t yet to their elevators when a second lucky vacationer wandered down their hall and got to stare at the helplessly naked young lady. This guy didn’t keep walking though. As soon as he caught up to her, he just stood and stared, getting a little too close. “Girls!,” Nissa shouted. She had backed up to a door without knowing it, so she couldn’t keep away from this ogling pervert. “Whatcha doing like that?” “You just go away!! Stop staring at me!” Hildy and Becca were shouting at the guy as they rushed over and, reluctantly, he started to move on. The commotion though had gotten the attention of someone in the room. The door that Nissa still pressed up to suddenly opened and she fell backward. Having to catch herself made her uncover momentarily, giving a brief but good look at her exceptional body to the man who had opened his door. He shouted, “Hey! Look at this!” Two friends of his rushed to the door and were pleasantly surprised to see an attractive, naked girl on the floor. “Let’s help her up!,” one of them said. “NO!” But it was too late, three smiling guys had their hands on her arms, lifting her from the floor and uncovering her in the process. They were chuckling and leering and one of them copped a feel of her butt. Hildy and Becca hadn’t wanted to get in the middle of that at first but seeing Nissa’s embarassment, they rushed forward and pulled her away from the men. “Let her go you jerks!” The three girls rushed out the door and slammed it behind them. A little too quickly. The corner of Hildy’s towel got caught in the door. She pulled at it, but found it stuck fast. She pounded on the door, “Hey! Hey, open up! I’m stuck!” This was a poor choice of words. The door might have opened, but the men on the other side decided that they liked the sound of having her trapped outside their hotel room. They were chuckling at the sound of her panicked knocking. Then Nissa demanded, “Hildy! I don’t want them to open that door again!” Hildy looked at her naked friend, arms over her assets. She thought about what she would think in Nissa’s place, but on the other hand, “What do you want me to do? My towel is caught.” “Let’s pull it out,” Becca said as she grabbed hold near the corner. Nissa grabbed hold too so Hildy had no choice but to help. Becca, not wanting the perverts inside to overhear, whispered in Hildy’s ear, “Slip it off just a moment so we can get a good grip on it.” “O-okay,” Hildy said, reluctant but not thinking quick enough to refuse. She dropped the towel and all three girls grabbed hold and gave a good quick tug. The towel tore in two pieces, loudly as the girls all fell backward. The tear and the crash were heard inside, so the door opened suddenly. Three men were smiling at the sight of one towel clad and two totally naked young women on the floor. Hildy and Nissa screamed as they covered up, Hildy with her half a towel and Nissa with her hands. Then Nissa lunged for the remaining part of the towel, but too late. One of the men grabbed it and the door shut again. “Let’s get out of here!,” Hildy said, mortified at being seen naked by yet more strangers. She led the way, walking swiftly with her towel portion over her front. It was now too small to cover all the way around so her butt would be bare to anyone they encountered. A Spoiled Vacation part 2 They made their way along carefully, but swiftly, but they only got to the next corner to turn before Becca, in the lead, could hear someone saying, “They went this way I think, sir!” “Those damn girls! I should have followed them from the pool! I’ll have them kicked out of the hotel if I catch them!” It was Prishkin, the man who had forced them out of their bikinis, being led by the sleazy bellhop who had accosted them earlier. Worse, they were headed this way! Becca, without a word, waved the other girls away and the three of them started running as quickly and quietly as they could the other way. There was too much hallway to cover before they could dart around a corner, so they needed some other shelter. Nissa noticed a door marked ‘SERVICE ROOM’ and pointed as she opened it. The trio of girls rushed in waited breathlessly, listening. “Who are you?,” asked an awestruck voice. Nissa gave a little yelp and stared at a janitor who was staring at her. Hildy, making certain to keep her bare ass pointed the other way gave a pleading, “sshhhhh!!” The janitor kept quiet and smiled, eyeing all three girls. He pushed in between them and made his way to the door. The girls were worried, but they saw him lock it without a word. A moment or two later, they could hear fast moving footsteps rush by along with the complaint, “--little strumpets! I should have gotten their room number!” Then he was gone. The janitor recognized the voice and asked the girls, “Running from Mr. Prishkin?” “What will he do if he catches us?” “Kick you out I guess. Maybe call the cops. He’s that way. What are you doing like that?” “He, Prishkin, made us take off our swimsuits.” “Well, you’re lucky you hid here. Or maybe not so lucky.” The Janitor was a big guy, and an obvious pervert. The girls were shocked as he reached forward and pulled Hildy’s towel off of her. “Hey!” He had one of her wrists in his grip, so she couldn’t cover completely. She had her pussy covered, but he could ogle her tits with pleasure. Next was Nissa. He pulled her hand away from her tits to get a good look, then he copped a liberal feel. “Don’t! You can’t do that!” He sn*tched off Becca’s towel right before she opened the door and she had to suppress a shriek. Her back was to him, so he grabbed a handful of her big round ass. Hildy got the door open and was out, with Nissa behind her. The janitor held Becca just long enough to grope one tit with gusto before letting her go. He laughed as he shut the door behind her. Hildy had managed to save her half a towel, but both Nissa and Becca were naked now. The girls set out quickly to get away, but in the opposite direction that Mr. Prishkin had gone. That, unfortunately took them further away from the elevators. They made it back to the service elevators but were uncertain what to do. Hildy offered a plan. “We’ll just take one of these elevators down a floor or two where this guy won’t be looking for us. Then we’ll make our way over to the ones that will take us to our floor.” Becca and Nissa looked to each other hoping that the other had some better idea, but none surfaced. So Hildy hit the down button and they waited, covering their nudity, nervous that someone might come along. No one did but when the elevator arrived it wasn’t empty. A rather startled old man stared wide eyed at the naked beauties. “H-hi.” Nissa said as she stepped in. “We’re just, uh, trying to get back to our room.” Becca and Hildy also stepped in. The old man just stood there, ogling them openly now. Becca asked, “Aren’t you getting out?” “Not now I’m not!” He smiled as the doors closed and he looked all three of them over as they glared at him. The next floor arrived and they got out hurriedly. “Have a nice day girls!” Becca was almost shivering with rage. “Come on! Let’s get where we’re going already!” She led the way. They crept along carefully, Nissa and Becca naked and Hildy in her half a towel that couldn’t even wrap around her. They started to feel more comfortable as they made it half way to the other elevators, then they heard the sound of a picture being taken behind them. The two boys with their phone cam had snuck up on them and were clicking away shots of the three bare butts. Now that the girls turned and stared, shocked, the boys started giggling as the pics got the girls’ front sides covered only by arms and hands. Hildy started towards them, so they ran away. Becca and Nissa both had to shout to stop Hildy. They didn’t want to get separated. At least this time the two little hooligans hadn’t gotten any real frontal nudity from them. They headed back the way they came and again ran into a stranger. This one wasn’t as bad given that she was a woman, a surprised looking hotel employee pushing along a cart full of cleaning supplies. The three naked young women stalled, uncertain what to do. The house keeping girl asked hesitantly, “Are you three all right?” “Yes.” … “No.” … “We’re just trying to get to our rooms.” In the distance, from the hall they were just in, they could hear the loud voice of Mister Prishkin shouting about catching the exhibitionists in his hotel. The girls were all wide eyed with panic. “Those little shits with the camera must have tipped him off!,” Becca hissed. Whether she was right or wrong, he was coming and they had to get away. The house keeping girl looked sympathetic. “This way,” she said as she rushed to a specific door and got her keys out. The girls followed obediently. They were let into a closet filled with towels and sheets and so on. The house keeping girl closed and locked it behind them. Hildy, Becca and Nissa were nervous. It hadn’t turned out too well when they hid like this just minutes before. After some tense moments, they heard Prishkin thunder by and then fade away. Once he was inaudible, the door opened again. “It’s safe now,” their new best friend told them. “You’ve got to go back the way you came though.” “Thank you so much!,” Hildy said. “And cover up!,” the girl said as she handed them each a towel. Smiling and waving, the toweled trio headed back to the elevators. They got there without any further adventures, but they now had to get to another floor in order to get to the main elevators that would take them to their room. They made their way back to the service elevators, hoping that this time would be their last time. It was ridiculous that they should have this much trouble just getting to some elevators that would take them to their own floor. They had to get there eventually. Their bad luck couldn’t just hold out forever. Could it? As the girls got on the elevator two very fortunate young men couldn’t help smiling wide at the three towel clad young women with them. Nervously, the girls tried to act as they would on any elevator ride. They stared at the doors and minded their own business. They were overly conscious of the stares of the men with them, but at least this time none of them were naked. They went down just one floor, hoping that would be enough to outmaneuver Mister Prishikin. They stepped out, looking around carefully. They were paying too much attention to the outside of the elevator and not enough to what was still in it. Just as the doors were closing, one of the fellows grabbed Hildy’s towel, sn*tching it off of her. Hildy of course shrieked. There wasn’t time to get it back. The elevator closed giving her no time for anything other than hearing the laughter of the prankster that had her towel. Even with no one around, Hildy was already covering her nudity. “Oh no! We’ve got to go back up. Maybe that cleaning girl will give us another towel.” “We can’t,” Becca said sternly. “Prishkin might still be up there. We can’t run into him.” Hildy looked at her friends with pleading eyes, but Nissa agreed with Becca giving a little “sorry”. Much to Hildy’s good fortune, the hallways they trotted through were empty. They had finally made it to the main elevators. It was a triumph for them. They were that much closer to their room and sanctuary from their embarrassment. And these elevators were so much more inviting. The girls pressed the up button with a sense of victory. Becca and Nissa were smiling slightly, knowing that their ordeal was nearly over. Hildy, couldn’t manage a smile. Standing there naked, covered only by her hands all she could do was hope that the elevator would be empty. She wasn’t that fortunate. As the doors opened, three guys were on the elevator, and all were suddenly smiling when they saw what was waiting for them. “Whoa!” “Babes!” “Is she naked?” Hildy almost didn’t get on. Her friends gave her a nudge and she begrudingly stepped on, staring hopelessly at the lucky guys making way. The doors closed and the elevator started moving. So did the girls’ riding companions. One of them, with no subtlety at all, reached over and took a quick pat of Hildy’s bare butt. “Hey!” Becca shouted, “Hands off asshole!” He was smiling even under Becca’s anger. Hildy stepped over to let Becca stand between them. This only put her in arm’s reach of another chuckling jerk who didn’t just take a pat, he gave her a good grab. Hildy squawked. She backed away as the girls started to wonder what they should do. There were eight more floors to go and the elevator seemed to move slow. The third guy needed his turn, so he took his handful of Hildy’s butt. She turned away from him, feeling desperately trapped. Of course she had no way to keep herself away from all three. Becca and Nissa couldn’t really do much to help her. They were only two the the men’s three and besides that, they worried that they might be the next object of unwanted attention if they resisted too hard. Hildy’s hand was pulled away from between her legs, letting two of the guys get a decent, if quick look at her pretty little black bush. “Stop! Leave me alone!” Her ass took a few more copped feels and her hand was pulled away from her pussy once more before she had a way to escape. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. It wasn’t their floor, but they weren’t going to subject Hildy to any more of this. Hildy rushed out, past a startled woman. Betty and Nissa backed out slowly, making sure they wouldn’t be followed. The men had had their fun, so they just smiled and stayed put. One waved and another said, “We’ll see you around!” Hildy was furiously silent as she shivered in rage and looked around to see if anyone was there to see her nakedness. There was. A very lucky older gentleman was smiling at her, looking her up and down while she was covered by nothing more than her own arms. He was seemingly polite (which made it worse) and very brazen considering that he made eye contact with her easily. Nissa and Becca stood between him and Hildy to help her out. Nissa wanted to know, “Should we just get on another elevator?” “Duh!,” Becca said. Then three elevators dinged almost at once. This was triply fortunate since, at that moment, the girls could hear the shouting of someone running down the hall towards them. “Prishkin!,” they all shouted at once. He was followed by three of the hotel bellhops. Not knowing what he was planning to do once he caught them, the girls all panicked. “This way,” the older gent said helpfully as he took Hildy’s arm and moved her towards his elevator. Nissa had panicked and begun to run the other way and ended up in the furtherest elevator. Becca, seeing her friends separate, didn’t know which way to go. She looked back and forth at them, realizing a moment too late that they didn’t have time to get together. Mister Prishkin was almost there. Becca, panic and worry still holding her place, at the last moment wasn’t able to get into the elevator with either of her friends. She ended up in the third. Becca and Hildy were frantically pressing the door close button in their elevators. Hildy was spared having to take a hand from her body as the man who had led here there did it for her. It was a tragedy. They were separated now. If Prishkin caught any one of them, then he would find out their room number and have them all thrown out and maybe worse. Would they all three make it to their room? Hildy stood in her elevator car with one hand clasped tightly over her pussy and her other arm across her chest. Along with the man who led her here, there were three other people, two of them men, who all stared with surprise at the sweet naked blonde cowering in the corner. “Which floor?,” the old man asked her kindly. “Uh, the top floor,” Hildy lied. They were one floor below that but she didn’t want anyone here to have any idea where her room actually was. She was surprised to see that he did press the button for her. If she had had to press the button herself, one hand would have had to move. As it turned out, his intentions were not villainous, he only wanted to keep looking at her. Which he did. He, and everyone else in the elevator. Hildy was mortified at having to keep quiet while she was being so blatantly ogled. She tried to look at the floor or the doors to pretend that nothing was wrong but she couldn’t help looking at the people there. Every time she did, she saw a pair of eyes locked onto her body. She rode along, blushing until they all got off on their own floors. Once she was alone, she pressed the correct button. She got out slowly and was grateful to find that she was the only person in sight. Then she was less relieved when she realized that her friends were nowhere in sight. She couldn’t even get in the room. Nissa had the key card. What was she going to do? She couldn’t just stand here naked in front of the elevators. There was a room with an ice machine and a few other vending machines nearby. She decided to hide in there and listen for any arriving elevator. A Spoiled Vacation part 3 Hildy’s ride wasn’t nearly as bad as Beccas. The elevator she had slipped into was occupied by three men looking very much like a trio of frat boys on vacation. Becca looked at them once the doors closed and hesitantly pushed the button to her floor. The smiles on these three were enough to inspire paranoia as they looked her over carefully. Even with her towel on she felt uncovered, especially when one of them would stare blatantly at her voluptuous chest. The elevator hadn’t gone far when Becca realized that she had somehow settled right into the middle of the car. She was now in the center of a triangle of horny college guys and all she had between herself and them was her towel. She tried to ignore this but that wouldn’t be possible for long. The guy behind her asked, “Are you wearing anything under that?” As he spoke, he checked by lifting the back of her towel and being treated to the sight of her nice round ass. “You’re not!!” He started chuckling as Becca whirled around to face him. This put the other two out of her line of sight and before she could even say a word one of them had whipped her towel off! “AAAH! What are you doing?” She was stark naked for the viewing pleasure of these three. She threw a hand over her bush but her big tits were going to be on display as she reached for her stolen towel. She tried to grab it back from the guy who had it, but this became a game of keep away. “NO! Stop that!” It was passed from one of her tormentors to another as she had to turn to and lunge for it time and again without being able to touch it. They were so skilled at this it was almost as though they had practice. Becca’s beautiful boobs bounced and swayed and wobbled delightfully as she struggled futilely to get her towel back. She kept complaining and demanding that they hand it back. This was met only with laughs and comments about her body. The only other things they would say were along the lines of, “Over here!” as the towel would be passed. The elevator dinged and the doors opened to a surprised couple who didn’t know what to make of what they were seeing. The lady’s smiling boyfriend almost stepped onto the elevator but his quickly fuming girlfriend stopped him. Becca just stared at them, wishing this would stop. The doors closed again and she tried to get ahold of her towel. She still had no success. Then as one of them held her towel out of reach, another copped a feel of her butt. “HEY!” She swatted at the offending hand. A split second later another one had her ass in his hand. She spun to get him off and the game changed. Now she wasn’t trying to get her towel back. She just wanted to keep her anatomy out of their grabby hands. For four floors on a slow moving elevator her butt and her boobs were constantly being grabbed, petted, squeezed and fondled by three total strangers. Every so often it looked like she might have a chance to retrieve her towel, but it never happened and the wandering hands just continued constantly. The elevator dinged again and Becca wasted no time escaping even without her towel. Again there were some startled people, some shocked, some smiling. At least the three on the elevator didn’t follow her off. They did keep her towel though and she watched helplessly as her cover disappeared behind the closing elevator doors, leaving her naked in a group of strangers. She pressed a button to summon another elevator and tried not to make eye contact with anyone. What about Nissa though? She also had an adventure getting upstairs. The elevator she was on was full of people. It was also going the wrong way. It went down rather than up. She was squeezed in, holding on to her towel while trying to look inconspicuous. Nothing happened while she was in there but at her first chance, she stepped out. She had had to squeeze in, now she squeezed out. She made it just as the elevator closed. Pushing her way through people though, the corner of her towel got stuck between the doors. She was fortunate to feel the tug of it before it came off. She watched the man who got off before her amble away. When she thought she was alone again, she pulled at her towel. It budged, but didn’t come free. Another pull slid it a bit further out, but so little an amount she wasn’t sure she was making progress. This could take some time. It took enough time in fact that she was discovered before she could free herself. Click! Nissa looked around, startled at that familiar sound and was aghast to see that the two boys that had been hounding them with that camera phone had caught up to her again. “How do you little shits keep finding us?” The one with the phone whispered to his friend who then moved forward quickly. He grabbed Nissa’s arm and said happily, “Let me help!” “What? No! Let go!” Too late. She tried to push him away, but this only let him grab her other wrist and she was pulled forward a few steps. Her towel stayed stuck. Click! Click! “All right!,” said the boy taking photos. “Now we’ve got full frontal on all three of them!” Nissa pulled her arms free and covered, momentarily helpless as the camera continued to take snapshots. Then the boys saw some rage. She started to run at them and they took off. They weren’t about to lose their camera and the precious pictures it contained. They outpaced her for a moment or two, then she started gaining ground. The boys were afraid of losing their camera until one of them heard a sound. “Hey, the elevator’s opening! You’d better get your towel!” He wasn’t lying either. Nissa heard the doors opening. She turned back and started after her towel. One of the boys shouted after her, “By the way, you lost something else!” She didn’t have time to work that out. She had to have that towel before someone else took it. Nissa was concentrating on running back as fast as she could, not looking ahead. So she almost reached the elevators before she noticed that it was the wrong one that was opening. Her towel was still trapped. It was the next elevator opening, the lady getting off hesitating at the odd sight of a naked young woman running toward her. Nissa stopped in her tracks and spun around. Her towel would still be a struggle, but could she catch the camera kids? No, they were out of sight. “Damn it!” “Are you all right?” said the woman. Her concern was echoed by a man still in the elevator. Nissa covered again but didn’t answer. Before she could, she heard some shouting down the hall, “There’s one of them! I found one!” Nissa saw one of Prishkin’s cronies rushing at her. She had no choice, she dived into the open elevator and shouted, “Close the doors! Close the doors!” He did and they were on their way. “What’s the problem?,” He asked. Nissa was still covering and blushing but she was surprised to see that he was actually avoiding looking at her. She related her story, or rather summed it up quickly. “Well, you don’t want to stay on the elevator. They might catch you. You’re too easy to find.” The doors opened but the concerned gentleman stepped in the way and held up a hand to keep out whoever wanted in. Again, Nissa was surprised and grateful. It was good to know that not everyone would take advantage. Once the doors closed, he explained, as he pushed a button to stop on the next floor, “You want to take the stairs. I’ll get you to them. The doors to the stairs don’t open form inside except on the ground floor. You won’t get out, but I’ll take the elevator up and open the door for you.” “You will? Thank you!” This was Nissa’s one and only major stroke of luck during their naked adventures. Don’t worry. It won’t last. He led her along quickly to the stairs. As she stepped in, she turned to say thank you again and caught the stranger’s eyes lingering a moment longer than would have been proper, but he looked away again quickly. She wasn’t really upset. After all, he earned it and now she didn’t have to wonder if he was gay. Nissa now had a way to get herself to her floor without being concerned about being spotted. No one took the stairs, so she’d be safe. Once upstairs, the gentleman was true to his word. He opened the door for her as soon as she knocked. “Thank you so much!” “My pleasure.” “Maybe I’ll see you around when I’m dressed.” With a smile, she went about locating her friends. It didn’t take long. There were only so many places they could be. Hildy and Becca were both cowering naked in a room with an assortment of vending machines near the elevators. “Where the hell have you been?,” Becca asked desperately. “I had to go up the stairs. What happened to your towel?” “What happened to yours?” Hildy told her, “While we’ve been waiting for you some guy found us here and told his friends. Every few minutes someone else has come in to gawk at us.” Becca grumbled, “Let’s just get to our room.” The three of them set out down the hall quickly, already covering their nudity as best they could in case anyone happened to be around. They were fortunate enough to go unnoticed. Then they got to the door. Nissa stepped forward and then noticed something wrong. Hildy and Becca looked at each other nervously and then at Nissa who turned to face them. “Did I have the key?” “What?,” Becca said, “of course you did!” “Where is it?,” Hildy demanded. “I don’t know,” Nissa admitted. Their key card was on a band she was wearing around her wrist. Now it was gone. Then it hit her. Those rotten kids who kept taking all the pictures, one of them said that she’d lost something else. When he pulled her out of her stuck towel, he must have managed to get her key off of her. She didn’t notice it was missing until now. “What do we do?,” Hildy said nervously. Nissa stayed silent, not wanting to make herself a target of her friends’ anger. Becca said what had to be said. “We’ll have to go to the front desk. We need another key.” “No,” Hildy said softly. They were so close to safety and now they would have to trek all over the hotel again without any clothes. The girls heard a chuckling and turned to see the camera boys yet again, reviewing some pictures they had taken while the girls were stranded outside their door. “Great shot there, Billy!” “I know, look at that bush!” “And those boobs!” The girls were too enraged at this to feel embarrassment right away. “Give us back our key!,” Nissa shouted as she started to give chase. Becca was right behind her with Hildy taking up the rear. The boys had their escape already planned out. They made certain to have some distance before running so that they could make the elevators. One of those elevators was held open by a chair in between the doors. The boys pulled it out and rushed in, the elevator shutting just before Nissa would have had one by the collar. It just kept happening! There was a cell phone full of naked pictures of them out there and it kept getting away! The girls cursed and stormed momentarily at another defeat before they were ready to head back down. Nissa stopped Becca from pushing an elevator button though. “No. We’ll take the stairs. No one will be there.” “Can we get out again?” “Of course. You can get out on the ground floor on your own, just not above that. We’ll have to take the elevator back up, but at least we’ll be safe on the way down.” So it was that they started their trudge down the stairs in relative comfort. They were every bit as naked as they had been, but at least now there was little chance of getting caught or being seen. Nissa was grateful that neither of her friends had wanted to stay behind. It didn’t help her at all having them with her, but it would be so much worse if she were the only one. She knew she couldn’t have done it. She was the one that lost the key. Becca had thought about suggesting that she could stay up above and open the door to the stairs so that they could come back up but she didn’t think the others would go for it. The same thought occurred to Hildy, but she knew that she would be exposed the whole time up there while the others made their way down and back up slowly. Once was enough for that. Eventually they got to the lobby level and hesitated. “Should we all go?,” Hildy said. She was really dreading the walk across what might be a crowded lobby. “Let’s just get it over with,” Becca said. She opened the door and stepped out. Hildy followed her and then Nissa. They looked around and took a hard moment of decision seeing that there were a few people. There could be even more. From the door leading to the stairs, they could see only about half of the lobby. The three girls looked at each other helplessly. Should they go now, exposed to these strangers? Should they wait? But if they did would there be fewer people or more? Hildy built up her nerve first and stepped out. Once she was certain that her friends were following, she broke into a trot that may have reduced their public nudity time but also immediately got the attention of everyone around who gawked and commented. “Oh!” “Wow!” “They’re naked!” “Look at that ass!” and so on, the murmurs and the stares continued though the blushing young women didn’t look around at all. It would have been unbearable. They just ran and stared directly at the front desk. The man behind the desk had a scowl on his face as Hildy stammered, “Uh, hi. We’re locked out of our room. We need another key.” “Officer,” said the stern voice of Mr. Prishkin at their side, “arrest these girls!” All three turned and saw, much to their horror, their nudity nemesis, hotel manager Prishkin and standing behind him, two police officers. The officers strode right to the girls as one informed them in all too professional a tone, “You’re under arrest for indecent exposure and creating a public disturbance.” “How did he know we’d be here?,” Becca asked breathlessly. She looked around and saw the two cell phone boys taking pictures dutifully. Hildy saw red, “You two little twerps! You told him!” The boys just smiled broadly as the moved to get a better angle. “You have the right to remain silent,” the officer said as he pulled Hildy’s arms back and handcuffed her. “No!,” she demanded. “They’re taking pictures! Don’t do this!” But it continued. The boys now had an easy time getting full frontal shots of her while she was helpless to cover. Becca was being handcuffed next, her big tits and brown bush were the targets of the camera as the officer continued, “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” Becca wailed, “Make them stop! Take that phone from them! AAaaAAH!” Nissa was last, she was handcuffed as well, breasts and pussy exposed for everyone present and especially for the camera kids who kept clicking their pictures. The girls were led outside where more strangers were treated to a great view of their nudity. The cops seemed in no hurry to get them in the car and out of view. All the way there, the two boys were ahead with their camera. Click, click, click! Once the girls were tucked away safely in back of the cop car and the officers were on their way, the veneer of professionalism dropped. One of the officers got on the radio, “Car 23 returning to station, be advised, we have three, yes three naked girls in handcuffs with us. Let everyone know.” In back Hildy, Nissa and Becca just worried and groaned, knowing that their ordeal was only beginning.

A Solution to Money Troubles? byjanon314© Desperate for cash as well as revenge a woman discovers she can fix both at once. A Solution to Money Troubles? Ch. 01 As I turn off the ignition to my old car and stare through the rain-splattered windscreen at the unprepossessing door, I hesitate. Could I go through with this? It seems my stubbornness has painted me into a corner once again. It started a little over a month ago, with an argument with my now ex-boyfriend, over his ogling of my kid sister. Not for the first time. On this occasion, it backfired and bit me on the arse. Forgetting it was his flat, and that he paid most of the rent, I leapt down his throat. However, he was the one to chew me up and spit me out. Literally throwing me right onto the street, and leaving me stuck looking for a new place to live. I took the first place I could find, signing a six month lease, without checking if I could really afford it. The deposit and first month's rent had wiped out my savings, and I hoped, if I economised, I could make it to the end of the lease when I was due a substantial pay rise. However, with just two days before the next rent, I was still short. For the last two weeks, I'd wracked my brain for any idea how to make extra cash. My job requires me to study, so I had little free time for a part-time job. I had nothing of value to sell, except myself. Hence, I'm sitting in an almost deserted car park behind a strip club, an hour's drive from my hometown. Trying to build up my courage to go inside and take part in the monthly amateur night strip competition. First prize £500, which would be great, £250 as the second prize would be good, and the £100 for third would at least help. After what feels like an hour, but in reality was probably more like five minutes, of prevarication, I remembered the last piece of straw that broke the camel's back and pushed me here. I'd gone to my parents with my tail between my legs, prepared to beg for a hand out to tide me over. Instead, I found my sister there with my ex, telling my parents how they'd fallen in love and planned to live together. Under the circumstances, I held it together as well as I could, until my parents stuck up for her, yet again. My sister was born the day before my seventh birthday and had been a pain in my arse ever since. Growing up she constantly took and ruined my stuff and if I complained, I was always told I had to share. That included sharing birthday parties; and then when I was a teenager the last thing I wanted was a gang of children running around screaming. I loved ballet and gymnastics, but when my lessons clashed with whatever she wanted to do, it was always her choice that won out. Things I was punished for, she got away with. It was so unfair! So when my parents insisted I had to go to university I leapt at the chance to be away from her. Out from under her shadow, at last, I enjoyed it a lot. I left with good qualifications and a great boyfriend, or so I thought at the time. When my sister turned eighteen my parents tried to get me to reconnect with her, now that she was an adult. I wasn't having it until they ganged up on my boyfriend and persuaded him to let my sister come and visit us once a month. My boyfriend couldn't understand my reluctance and laughed it off. Now when I look back, I can't be sure she didn't plan to steal my boyfriend from the outset, or that he chose to ignore my objections just so he could ogle her. Admittedly, she was hot. She was a couple of inches shorter than me, but bubbly with big old double 'D's while I hover around a double 'B'. I don't remember exactly what I said to my parents, but it felt like years' worth of resentment fell from my mouth. Everyone looked stunned as if it came as a shock that I felt this way. That made it worse, and I stormed out of the house. It would have been more impressive if I didn't have to wait at the bus stop within sight of their home. When I saw a poster advertising the amateur strip night, I decided it would be the ultimate middle finger to my parents, my sister and my ex. So here I am, running across the car park to the back of the club, only to stand shivering for several minutes waiting for someone to answer the bell. Suddenly a very intimidating shaven headed bouncer opens the door in my face. "What do you want?" "I'm here for the competition." I blurt out and his pugnacious expression changes to a boyish smile. Checking his watch, he raises his eyebrows. "For fuck's sake luv. That doesn't start for over two hours..." "Sorry, the bus timing was crap. Can I come in?" "Sure!" I slip past as he opens the door all the way and step into a dingy corridor. "I'm Mike by the way." Closing the door and forcing home a bolt, he moves down the corridor and knocks on a door. "You decent in there?" He calls. "Piss off Mike, there's nothing in here you haven't already seen." "But we have a guest." He pushes open the door and I see a woman in her late fifties trying to hide her cigarette and ashtray. "You know the boss will have a fit if he knows you're smoking in here?" She gives me a once over and decides I'm not a smoker's narc and pulls the ashtray from the drawer with a cloud of smoke. "Don't worry I've handled the boss before." She mimes a handjob and gives a chesty laugh ending with a smokers cough. "You a new performer?" She asks me. "No, I'm just here for the competition tonight." She looks me over with more care. "You ever danced before?" "Yes, well no, not like this." She looks a little disappointed and shrugs before turning to Mike. "OK, muscles. Fuck off!" "Trish, where did you get such a filthy tongue!" He replies in mock shock and then grins." "Wouldn't you like to know? Now unless you want me to tell the boss you're sniffing the dancer's panties again, sod off." He holds his hands up in acquiescence, nods to me and leaves. "Actually, Mike is genuinely a nice guy, but you'd have to rip my arms off to get me to admit it to him. So, what's your story? Boyfriend put you up for this?" "No!" I exclaim a little too quickly. "OK, it's ... sort of. We broke up and I need cash and the chance to stick two fingers up at him and my family." "So I was right! There's always a guy. Stick the kettle on and we can talk." Trish turned out to be a really nice woman. She used to be a stripper but now was the house 'Mom'. Managed who worked and when, did hair, makeup. Broke up fights, which was a little worrying, and basically was 'God' in this room. As we sat drinking tea, it didn't take long for her to get me to tell her how I came to be here. As I finish my tale, Trish lights another cigarette, nodding, then changes the subject and asks about my dancing experience. I admit I've done ballet and gymnastics for years but had to give it up when my sister's classes clashed with mine. She asked if I'd signed up as she grabbed a clipboard from the wall. I'd called and said my name was Emily, my sister's name, and I saw the list only had one other name, so it seemed as if the 250 was guaranteed. Trish burst my bubble by explaining how most girls sign up on the night. Often requiring a few drinks to get up the courage. "You got your own costume? Or do you need to borrow something?" She asks. "Yes" I grabbed it from my bag and it didn't seem much. It was my old leotard I used for Ballet and Gymnastics, which was stretchy enough to still fit my bust, now larger than when I'd last worn it. When I tried it on last night, it seemed like a good idea at first, it was tight, but I wasn't sure if it was sexy enough. Therefore, I'd spend most of last night removing the lining. I could just see the outline of areola through the plain white material and the tips of my nipples pressing through the thin cloth. Without the lining, it also highlighted that I needed to trim my pubic area. Locking myself in the bathroom, I wasn't sure what was expected. A simple tidy up, a shape, a Brazilian? Once I started, I couldn't get it even and ended up taking all the hair off. When I tried on the leotard it produced a serious camel toe. I'd finished the costume off with a faux Tutu made out of pink netting. It was more an affectation, as tying the elastic around my waist; it covered neither my crotch nor my bum. Showing it to Trish I felt doubt, as she didn't look convinced. "What about underwear?" She asked. "What do you mean?" I replied flustered. "I thought it was stripping, like all the way?" "No, well, not quite. Club rules state your labia must be covered at all times on stage or in the public areas." She reached into a cardboard box near her, rummaged around, pulled out a clear plastic packet, and tossed it over. I tore it open to find the smallest thong I'd ever seen made of the thinnest, cheapest material. "Keep it, we buy them in bulk as you can see." she kicked the box. "I suppose, as we've mentioned the rules, we'd better do the paperwork." She handed over another clipboard full of rules, a legal declaration, and a signature line. I hesitated and Trish noticed. "Don't worry we never use your real name. You have to sign off you agree to the full club rules, even if you only dance once. There are only two that really apply. First is the lady lips we've already mentioned and the other is, have you ever been a professional dancer before?" "No... Oh wait, I got paid 20 for dancing in the background of a friend's homemade music video. Does that count?" She laughed her husky chuckle. "No, I think we can ignore that." I signed the form and handed it back, then she turned it over to show more questions. "Do you want to stick with Emily?" I nodded and she used a marker to write on the form. "Let's say you're a 19-year-old student. That always goes down well. Wants to be a vet and loves strong silent men. The routine is normally four to five minutes long. Just remember you should be topless for at least half of that and don't wait until the last second to get the bottom half off. " She hands the form back. "Put in what music you want and any special instructions. The DJ is a wiz; if you want lighting cues put them down as well." She took the completed form and left me alone, so I grabbed the chance to change. It felt weird taking all my clothes off and I quickly slipped on the thong. As expected it was tiny and quite tricky to cover up the necessary. Worrying my dance moves might cause a problem, I put one leg over the back of Trish's chair and I saw my labia were bulging to one side with the thong barely covering me. I'd just have to be super careful. I put the leotard on and was slipping on my jeans when Trish came back followed by three other women. After introductions and reassurances, I wasn't looking for a job; I was put to work making teas and coffees. It was a little strange; it was just like any other workplace - small talk about their lives, family and friends, in-jokes and teasing; except it all happened while they got naked and Trish worked on their hair and makeup. It was like a production line - as each woman was finished, she'd dress and another would take the chair. I helped as much as I could until, eventually, Trish and I were alone. "Your turn." I glanced at the clock and realised a couple of hours had passed and I would be performing soon. My nervousness came back as she applied my makeup. "Relax. It's simple really; otherwise, none of these girls could do it. Oh and..." "What?" "I was going to say avoid the poles. Way too easy to injure yourself if you don't know what you're doing. However, with your ballet background, I'm sure you can handle it. Ok finishing touches. Pull your top down a second." Embarrassed, I did as she asked and she looked closely at my breasts for a long moment. I could feel myself blushing. "What? They're not too small are they?" "No, not at all. Trust me, no matter what a guy says, they don't care how big or small you are as long as they can get their hands on them. I wish I'd left mine natural. You just need a little colour." Taking a brush, she applied a little rouge to my areolas and I was embarrassed how quickly my nipples turned into bullets. There was a knock at the door and I struggled to pull my top up, which was ridiculous as I was about to strip any minute. Mike poked his head in and gestured to me. Showtime! Following him down the corridor, I took to my points (my tiptoes) and a stab of pain shot through my feet. It had been years since I'd tried that and my nervousness doubled. Mike held a door open for me at the top of a short flight of stairs, and as I passed through I realised I was already on the stage. The lights were low and there were shiny floor to ceiling poles on either side of the stage. The DJ started to introduce me and the lights started to come up, so I quickly moved onto the starting position. The audience members were just vague silhouettes behind the bright lights and that was a relief. The music started and I began my ballet routine. I knew almost instantly I'd made a mistake. Graceful pirouettes and leaps weren't what these men wanted. My landings were poor and would have earned sharp criticism from my old teachers. Once, I almost stumbled and reflexively grasped the nearest pole. My ankle twisted and I fell, but I managed to turn the momentum into a spin around the pole. I was rather proud of my recovery and turned it into a move that left me balancing on one point with my other leg curled up, nearly touching the back of my head. That got a smattering of applause and gave me a little more confidence. Moving to the back of the stage, I faced away from the audience. I began with my arms above my head, then I lowered them gracefully, out until they were parallel with my shoulders and then to my side. Bending my arms, I brought them up my body until they reached my shoulders, where I snaked my fingertips through the armholes of the leotard. I relied on the stretchiness of the material to allow my arms to pull through as I slowly extended my arms over my head again. As expected the leotard's released tension pulled it down to expose my breasts. Arching my back and bending my knees I launched into a backward handstand and balanced on my hands. This at least produced some cheers and applause, but I suspected it was prompted by the exposure of my breasts, not my gymnastic ability. My balance faltered and I had to twist my hips and turn, and ended up sitting on the stage, with one foot facing the audience and the other, bent at the knee, out at 90 degrees. My gymnastics training kicked in - "Always finish with a flourish!" - it covered my mistakes. Smiling, I pointed my hands to the ceiling as more applause and even wolf whistles came my way. This close to the front of the stage I could finally make out some of the audience. There were far more people than I'd expected. A jolt of fear and excitement passed through me. I'd hardly thought about how many men were watching me now. I'd done recitals and shows with my ballet classes so an audience wasn't a new thing. Except I'd never been half-naked in front of a room full of horny men. It excited me. Rolling onto my stomach, I faced away from the audience and lifted my shoulders up like a press up. Then keeping my legs stiff, I bent at the waist using my stomach and shoulder muscles to drag my toes towards my hands. This pointed my bum at the audience, which gained another cheer, but that wasn't the end of the move. I dug deeper and drew on my full strength. I adjusted my balance and lifted my feet into the air. Slowly, concentrating on my balance, I pulled into a handstand, with my legs wide apart. I ended up doing the splits upside down. This garnered whooping from the audience and lots of applause. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and it wasn't just from this position, but also from how exposed I felt. I'm sure my gymnastics teacher never expected me to expose my crotch like this to a room full of strangers when he taught me this move. A stab of panic hit, that they may not all have been strangers. What if there was somebody out there that knew me? Dropping into a forward roll, I gracefully returned to my feet and struck a pose with both hands behind my head. This was the cue to the DJ and the music changed seamlessly to West Side Story. I was just improvising now, with an exaggerated thrust of my hip as I turned, and moved around the stage. Hooking my thumbs into the leotard, I worked it down my hips. Worrying I was running out of time, I stopped at the front of the stage, with my back to the audience, bent as if to touch my toes, and took down the leotard and faux tutu in one go. With my bum to the audience, I got my greatest cheer yet and had to glance between my legs to check I'd not accidentally removed the thong. Standing with another flourish, I turned to face the audience. Now I could see someone standing close to the stage, less than six feet from me. The men in the audience looked old enough to be my father. A rush of adrenaline shot through me. I was now dressed only in a thong, barely enough material to blow my nose with. I noticed the DJ signalling 30 seconds left. Therefore, I moved to one of the poles and placed the instep of one foot against the base, gripped it, and slid my other foot up the pole until I was doing a vertical split against the pole. I then leaned back so my body was parallel with the floor which pushed my crotch against the pole. The cold metal suddenly reminded me of the folly of this move with such a tiny covering. With only seconds remaining, I released the pole, fell into a forward roll and cart wheeled once to finish at the front of the stage. On my knees, back arched and head back. The applause and cheering were deafening. It sounded like there were hundreds of people here. My heart was beating far faster than the exertions of the dance required. I was burning with excitement. I may have only done this as a last ditch attempt to earn some money and get back at my family and ex who'd collectively pushed me into this. Right at that moment, I didn't care about that; I'd basked in the feeling of having so many men want me. I don't think I had ever felt so alive. Opening my eyes, I was jolted back to reality. I saw the entire front of the stage crowded by men. They were standing hardly more than an arm's length away from me. Their anonymity vanished, I looked along the line to see if there was anyone I knew but stopped as I heard one say. "Would you look at that?" His eyes were glued to my crotch and I looked down to see one of my labia hanging out of the side of the thong. Panicking I snapped my knees together and jumped up. I saw Mike standing at the open door off stage and I snatched up my costume and ran off stage, waving over my shoulder at the audience. As I rushed past him and down the stairs, he closed the door and the sound of my applause diminished. I was breathless and tingling all over. "Quite a rush the first time." He stated, coming downstairs grinning. He wasn't my type, not even remotely handsome, but right at the moment, I wanted to jump him and have him fuck me against the wall. "You could do with sorting that out." He pointed to my thong and it broke the spell. "Sorry!" I replied, blushing and tried to adjust it. Not without giving Mike an eyeful. "It's OK, happens all the time. Nobody really minds on amateur night. Probably why we get bigger crowds. Better get dressed though." That's like a splash of cold water that brought home the reality that I was virtually naked in a corridor in front of a guy I don't know, and that at any moment more people might appear. Struggling back into my leotard, I noticed the elastic around the neck is ruined. Mike says "You know when I saw you in that ballet get up, I thought it was a mistake. But damn girl you got moves. And a bangin' figure." It was crude, but the nicest compliment I'd had in ages. If I'd not been half-naked, I might have kissed him. "Now you wait in the office with the other girls who took part." He opens the door as I finished dressing. "Once everyone has finished, you all go on stage to hear the winners announced." Behind the desk was another woman who looked up from her phone for a moment, nodded, and then returned to her texting. She had spiked her hair in a punkish style and had on a leather jacket with a bikini underneath. Sitting on a settee opposite the desk I heard the music start for the next dancer, but could not hear if she was getting a response from the audience. When the music stopped, I expected her to come off. Instead, a couple of minutes later another track came on. This time when it ended a pair of giggly girls burst in. One in the ubiquitous Catholic schoolgirl costume and the other sporting a cane. I realised the last girl was a slutty teacher. From the red welt on her leg, it looked like she's accidentally hit herself with the cane during her act. Both were about nineteen and a little overweight, it was obvious both had been drinking as they laughed over the mark on the leg. After the music started again Mike poked his head into the room to tell us to get ready, as this was the last performer. We queued on the stairs and moments after the music ended, we hurried on stage. Whilst we lined up, I instantly I felt sorry for the last girl as she struggled back into her clothes. I'm ashamed to admit I was glad to see she was both fat and very drunk. She was arguing with some of the crowd who were shouting abuse at her. Therefore, it looked like it was just the four of us in the running. The teacher came third, I suspect as compensation for the nasty welt she'd inflicted on herself. OK, fifty-fifty, but I came second. The punk girl won. OK, not great, but £250 is better than nothing. We waited outside another office as the punk went in. Only moments later we heard shouting and swearing and she retreated from the room before the looming Mike. She was shouting at someone in the room. "Please just leave quietly miss," Mike spoke calmly. "Fuck off and leave me alone you wanker!" She almost spat in his face. I was standing behind him and saw his muscles bulge. I think the girl saw it too and backed off a little. "I only ask politely once." He pointed to the door and she yelled her last expletive and stormed off. I stepped into the office to find a tanned middle age man behind the desk. Suddenly it reminded me of the one time I'd been sent to the headmaster for misbehaving. Dressed as he was didn't help. He slipped a sheath of paper across to me, without looking at my face. Something about the guy creeped me out. "What's this?" "A contract. I presume you're after a job?" He finally looked me in the eye. "No! I just wanted to try it once." I pushed the papers back and enjoyed the look of surprise on his face. He pulled a wad of notes from his pocket. "I saw your act. To be honest I thought it was crap..." Instantly my dislike this man solidified and I would have left until he started counting out five fifty pound notes. "However, within a month, with some training and pointers from my people, you could be one of the best paid dancers here." "No thank you," I replied with a little edge to my answer and started to reach for the money. He dropped a business card on top. "Just in case." I took it just to be polite. Never be rude to someone paying you. Damn my parents and my good upbringing. Back in the dressing room, I pulled my street clothes over my costume. "What happened with the other dancer?" I asked Trish and the other two dancers on a break. "Wasn't it obvious? She was a pro. I could tell from the moment she phoned up." "So why let her dance?" I noticed a look of disappointment on her face as if I'd just said something stupid. Then it fell into place. "Oh! I get it. Let her give a professional dance and you don't have to pay her. But why let her win?" "Don't get me wrong dear, but even that drunken rabble out there..." She gestured to the front of the club and the ash fell from her cigarette. "Could tell a fix if she'd not won. This way "His Nibs" next door has happy punters and saves five hundred quid. I take it he gave you his card?" I nodded and she gestured I should hand it over and she added a number to the back. "If you ever feel tempted to call him, phone me first. At the very least, I can tell you how to avoid being ripped off. But call me any time; I get bored sitting here by myself most nights." Taking back the card, I reached down to hug her. I was touched she cared that much about a stranger. Thanking her and the other dancers I left, slightly disappointed I'd not seen Mike on the way out. In the car park, I noticed the other dancer smoking a cigarette in the car next to mine and as I approached she called through the open windows. "Did they rip you off too?" "No." I couldn't think what else to say and jumped as she hit the steering wheel. "Fuck! The other girls told me not to try it. Do you think he'll do it? Call my boss and get me sacked?" "I doubt it," I replied for support. Not that anything to back that up. "I think that would just be to make sure you didn't cause trouble" "It's only that which stopped me keying every car in this car park, just to make sure I got that bastard's car. Well except yours. It's obvious that heap of junk isn't the owner's." with that she threw her cigarette out of the window and drove off. I stopped only to squander a precious £10 on a bottle of wine and a giant bag of maltesers on the way home. I drove home trying to figure out how to make it through the next five months. A Solution to Money Troubles? Ch. 02 When I got home after winning second place in an amateur stripper competition to get the money to pay my rent, I sat on my bed with a glass of wine. It wasn't until after I'd signed my lease did I realise I was tied in for six months. Pulling out the diary my dad still gives me for Christmas every year, he'd never taken to electronics, I turn to the only page I use. At the back is a year at a glance page, and I tried to figure how I'd last five months. If I can get to Christmas I might make it. The last couple of years the Christmas bonus was a little over a thousand and that would see me through, but until then there were a few bumps on the way. I could avoid using the car and take the bus and walk to work. Stop buying store coffee and take sandwiches to work, but my car insurance and tax were due before then. I suppose I could take the hit and try and fit them on my credit card. The last fly in the ointment was my cousin's wedding in a month. I was expected to go to Weston Super Mare for the weekend. The phone call to my parents to pull out was only partially successful. After a typical fight over why I had to go and my sister did not, we settled on a compromise. My parents would pay my train fare and they'd change their room to a family room so I could stay with them. Not what a twenty five year old wants to hear. But as usual, I gave into to my mother's emotional blackmail and agreed to go. The only concession I earned was she agreed to lend me some of her better jewellery. The train trip with my parents on Friday afternoon to Weston was long and uneventful. Only when I got there, I found I was expected to attend my cousin's hen that night. Which would be awkward, as I'd not spent any time with her since we were kids. My mother buys me off by lending me one of her nicer pairs of earrings. The weather plays to my advantage as everyone was due to meet in our hotel bar and once they get here they didn't want to leave. Because I knew no one but my cousin and everyone wanted to talk to her, I accept the role of ordering the drinks. It was on one of the many trips to the bar whilst I was waiting for my change, a middle aged guy in a suit came to stand next to me and order drinks. He was standing a little close and seemed to be checking me out. "Nice earrings." He said. I knew that, but didn't want to be hit on by a businessman like some hooker at the bar. I'm about to tell him I'm not interested, only for him to add. "I bought a pair very similar for my wife's anniversary. She's over there..." He points to a table by the window and I see a rather elegant woman. She looks slightly familiar. "It's our anniversary today actually." He hands over a note to the barman and refuses the change and nods politely to me and moves off. For some stupid reason, the bar doesn't have a tray so I'm stuck ferrying drinks two at a time to the hen party on the other side of the room. Returning to get the last two drinks, except my own. I grab a napkin to dry my hands. Someone had knocked my hands as I was putting down the last drinks and my hands were sticky with beer. A familiar voice from behind startled me. "Hello, Kelly, fancy meeting you here..." Turning to see Hilary McKay, one of my company's most important clients. A tough businesswoman, who usually got what she wanted. She had my boss wrapped around her little finger and by all those who worked for her, thought she was a Bitch. With a capital 'B'. "Hello, Hillary." I caught a moments tightening around the eyes at that familiarity. She was rather uptight at work that we keep our positions straight, but I'd not put up with that here. "What takes you so far from London?" "My anniversary. My husband's idea of a romantic weekend. Why he couldn't choose Paris, I've no idea. At least there are things to do and see there." "I thought the idea of a romantic weekend was more about the person you're with?" I said it without thinking. Her expression hardens and I try to find a quick way to defuse it. Instead, she moved on. "What brings you to the wilds of Somerset?" "Family wedding..." I nod over to the hen party and reach for the drinks. "You'd never see me here normally." "Why? You seem to pop up in all sorts of strange places." The booze in my stomach turns to lead. The way she said it rang like a tolling bell of doom. "What do you mean?" I ask, and cannot help notice the brittleness of my voice. "Don't be coy. Last month ago at a little club I know..." From the look eyes I know I've no chance of bluffing. She was a brilliant negotiator and my half dozen vodka and cokes rob me of any clever deceptions. "Not that I normally go there, but occasionally I have clients who like that sort of thing and I've known the owner for years. I helped him start up his business." My mouth went completely dry and like an automaton, I pick of the other drinks and took them to the table. As I walk back I see she's leaning back against the bar with a knowing look on her face. The few seconds respite hasn't given me a brilliant insight to get out of this. "What would your boss do if he found out?" Damn, if only I'd held my tongue. Not tried to be clever and join in her verbal fencing. I thought I knew what he'd do, either sack me or, worse, become even creepier and pester me. Assuming, wrongly, why I'd done it. I stood up straight and was pleased to see, even in her high heels I had at least three inches taller than her. In my most confident voice, I reply. "I've no idea what you're talking about..." Her smile widens fractionally and cracks appear in my confidence. "And whatever you might say, I'd deny. It would be your word against mine." Hurriedly I reviewed if anything could link to me. I'd used a friends phone to call the club, used a false name and my signature was legible and entirely different to my own. Only Trish had seen my ID and I felt I could trust her. "True, except, not only am I one of your company's largest accounts and my word carries more weight. You also forget I know the owner. One phone call and I'm sure I can get a copy of his CCTV footage for your boss to let him decide if it's you or not?" Defeated my shoulders slump. "I split up with my boyfriend and couldn't afford the rent in my new place and..." "I don't want your life story Kelly." She turns to the bar take a sip of her drink. Catching my eyes in the mirror behind the bar she asks. "How much did you earn?" Opening my mouth to reply, but she interrupts. "How much did you earn for parading naked in front of a roomful of men?" "250" I blurt out before she could turn the knife any more. She nods thoughtfully and I down half my drink to drown out the humiliation. After perhaps half a minute with no reply, I turn to return to the hen party. Not that I was in the mood now. "I have a proposition for you." Not wanting to, I stop and look back. She turns and rests both elbows on the bar, resting against it. "My husband bought me these gaudy, but expensive earrings and paid for this trip. My gift to him was rather paltry in comparison. I might pay 250 for a private performance to spice up our romantic weekend." I want to tell her to fuck off. But, damn! She had me over a barrel, metaphorically. She wasn't a person to cross and had destroyed people's businesses on a whim. To her the money was nothing, but to me, it would give me breathing room on my expenses. She'd have no qualms ruining my life just for the fun of it. To make matters worse I'd been thinking about it ever since. I'd been suffering, if that's the right expression, from erotic dreams about it. But even if you threatened to pull out my fingernails, I'd never admit that to her. The idea of being the object of desire and the guy being unable to do anything. Gave me the power, it gave me a rush of, well to be honest a rush of sexual excitement. Perhaps it was withdrawal symptoms from no longer having a boyfriend. I was horny at the touch of a button and the button in question had been pressed often in the last weeks thinking about teasing men beyond control. Looking her in the eye, she must have sensed my capitulation. "I've changed my mind..." I'm not sure if it was the mental image of the money disappearing or the opportunity to explore this new kink of my psyche. "What?" I ask alarmed. "As this would primarily about my husband..." That triggers a random memory, a comment from one of the other girls at work, that Hillary was either gay or bi. "I think we should perform together. If we stripped each other I think my husband would appreciate it more." The word 'perform' bothered me, but I managed to ask. "Would it be the same as the club with..." I glance down at her crotch and she picks up on it. "I don't think those rules apply..." She moved in close to me and added. "We'd both be entirely naked at the end." "And then?" "What? Oh, I see. Don't worry you wouldn't be expected to do anything with my husband. I'd cut his balls off if he tried it. He'd not touch you," That was a relief. "I notice you don't say you won't touch me?" I'm not entirely clueless to her word games. Her expression flickers then settles on amused. "How would you expect me to take your clothes off without some touching?" She had a point, but I knew her. "Is that it?" "Well, I suppose we might press up against each other. I'm sure my husband would expect us to kiss. Maybe caress a buttock or breast." She moves in so she's only a couple of inches from me. "Nothing more..." I struggle for a word. "Invasive?" "Not if you don't want to." "500!" I reply moving back to give us more space. She smiles, enjoying that not all of the fight has gone out of me. "I'll go as high as 400, but you know you'll do it, whatever I pay. Room 420, wait in the bathroom and we'll be there in twenty minutes." She puts her room card on the bar and turns without another word returns to her husband. God, I hate her. Glancing over at the hen party, I know they'll not miss me. I down the rest of my drink and snatch up the card and head to the toilet. Hillary and her husband are in an animated conversation and don't see me. As I close the cubicle door I'm conflicted and angry. Angry it had to be Hillary of all people to have discovered my secret. I literally could not think of a simple person worse in the world. I was also angry with myself, that the idea of getting naked again would excite me. Hiking my shirt up and yanking down damp crotch knickers. They were physical evidence of it. If you'd have told me a few months ago I'd strip naked in front of strange men, I'd have scoffed and been appalled. Now, having experienced the rush of exposing myself to a room full of men. The thrill of being an object of desire that they just can't have. Only this time without the barrier of the stage. This time we'd be within touching distance, he could see every inch of my body and be unable to do anything about it. After peeing I dabbed myself dry, which was going be a losing battle, and dressed. Washing my hands I check myself in the mirror. I look good and while not dressed super sexy, I still looked pretty nice. Checking my phone on reflex I realise I've only ten minutes to get upstairs. It felt a little weird in the lift going to another person's room. Opening the door and putting the key card in the slot to turn on the lights I'd delighted to see their room is hardly different from the one I shared with my parents downstairs. I cannot help noticing her toiletries are the most expensive as I fold a towel and sit on it on the edge of the bath to wait. The sound of the door opening pulls me from my excited anticipation. A male voice says. "You left the lights on." "Sorry, but at least you're not paying the bill." "Fine, I just need the loo..." "Me first!" Hillary steps into the bathroom and smiles seeing me sitting there. "Why don't you turn on some nice music?" She calls through the closed door. "You ready?" She mouthed more than said. The sound of Jazz came through the door and I replied. "Yes." Trying to cover my excitement by sounding resentful. I've no idea if it works as I stand and followed her from the room. Her husband had his back to us standing next to the bed, taking his jacket off. "That was quick." He starts removing his tie and turns to face us, a look of shocked confusion covers his face. "I felt bad about how my gift to you was so paltry. So when I met Kelly and remembered her dancing skills, I thought you might like a little show." His confusion turns to a shit eating grin. "From both of us actually. Sit and you can look but not touch." I can see his disappointment as he sat and resigned himself to reality. Hillary reaches up and puts her hand behind my head and pulls my face towards hers, then checks her husband is watching, kisses me. "Good God!" He exclaims. "Oh, it gets better yet!" Hillary replies and slips behind me and starts to unbutton my blouse from the bottom up. Her husband's eyes light up, but I thought just undressing was a little boring. So I put my arms above my head and twisted a hip to take a pose as Hillary's hands grazed over my bust and opened the last button. Before she can open or reveal myself further to her husband, I twist around, place a hand on her shoulder and pirouetted on one foot to move behind her. She stumbles forward a little caught off balance by my move. Standing up against her back, one arm over her shoulder and another came around her from her waist to meet together of the topmost button of her blouse. It popped open easily as did the next and the next. When I finish I grasp the silky cloth and pull it back to reveal her bra-clad breasts to her husband. The expression on his face is as is he's never seen them before. Hillary turns and slips her blouse off. I have to admit a little jealousy that her breasts are far fuller than mine and her bra is far nicer. She pulls me into a hug and we both look at her husband's expression of delight, she kisses me again and I find myself kissing back, just for the show of course. My blouse falls from my shoulders as Hillary pushes it off. As she pulls back I realise she's already unsnapped my bra as she draws it from my shoulder. "Wonderful!" Exclaims her husband from the bed and I feel better about my smaller offering. She drops the bra and stands in front of her husband and I step close behind, only to notice it's a front fastening bra. I reach around tentatively to find the fastening and her hand's capture mine and pull them up over her breasts, giving them a little squeeze first. As I release the catch, the elastic of her bra pulls back and her hands tighten over mine. Drawing my hands over her breasts and hard nipples as she pulls my hands to expose her breasts to her husband and myself. This time, when she turns to hug me, naked breast to naked, it was different. Her hard nipples press against the underside of my breasts. Part way through the kiss I feel her hand slip up my side and capture a breast. When she pulls back from the kiss, she left her hand on my breast and turns to her husband. "Enjoying your gift?" He grins and nods. "Which do you prefer, these..." She jiggled my breast. "Or..." she took my hand and holds it to her breast. I jiggled it, but with less enthusiasm. "I'm not an idiot Hillary. I know a trick question. Yours, always yours. No offense Kelly, but no matter how lovely your boobs are, I have to choose my wife." "Thanks, lover, I don't believe you, but thanks. However, we're not finished yet. She drops to her knees and my skirt drops to the floor a few moments later. I'm intensely aware of my arousal and I could tell Hillary, with her nose closer to my crotch, would smell it. I expect to remove her tailored trousers next, but instead, it seems Hillary is in a hurry to get me naked. Her fingers hook into the waistband of my knickers and start to slip them down, and then she stops. "Turn around..." I feel a little confused. Was she playing it out for time, to tease her husband or. "And bend over." Ok, now I know what she's up to. This is further than I'd gone on stage and I have doubts. It doesn't stop me bending over with my bum pointing at her husband and Hillary between us. She peels the back my knickers slowly down exposing my arse and more to both of them. It's impossible not to notice how the material has stuck to my pussy. Stepping out of them I turned and faced the pair naked. Hillary reaches out and runs a hand up the back of my leg, pulling me closer and stopping to cup my bum. "I've always wondered what it would be like if I shaved completely. What do you think my love?" "It's pretty." "I agree, and I can see some advantages. For some things in particular." Before I know what was happening she leans in and places a kiss directly on my mons. I step back shocked, that was definitely outside our agreement. "Except its hell when it starts to grow back," I reply and I think Hillary realises she's crossed a line and replies. "Perhaps not then." I pull her to her feet and she touches my shoulder to indicate I should kneel. Her hands behind her back and I hear the zipper of her trousers. The pair of us tugs on her trousers and they ease over her thick hips, and then fall to her ankles. She might be a little heavy in the thighs but had exquisitely sexy knickers. Hardly surprising, I suppose, as it is her anniversary. Hillary puts her hand, on the top of my head, to steady herself as she stepped out of her trousers. "I'm bought these especially for you, not expecting I'd have a larger audience." "They are breathtaking my love." Her husband replies. "After so many years it's hard to find something special to please you." "You have excelled yourself tonight. In so many ways." The pair are grinning at me. I know what to do and cannot delay it longer, so I reach for the thin waistband of her knickers. They slip over her hips exposing a neatly done Brazilian, and again she puts her hand on my head to steady herself as she steps from them. This time however, she does not let go immediately. "Not as tidy as yours I'm sure." I feel a pressure, pulling me closer, but I tense and after a moment she concedes that I'll not repeat what she did to me. Instead, she pulls me to my feet and we fall into another embrace. Hillary reaches down and hooks my knee up so my leg wraps around her and I feel her thigh pressing against my pussy and we kissed. Gentle applause from the husband broke our kiss and I figure the show is over. "Bravo ladies. Thank you both very much." he's standing and his erection is tenting the front of his pants. "I think you're a little overdressed now dear." Hillary steps up to her husband and starts unbuttoning his shirt and he finishes taking off his tie. That seems like my cue to leave. Instead, Hillary asked for my help. This wasn't what we'd agreed and I'm tempted to leave, but I'd not been paid and the threat to my job still hangs over me. She nods to his pants, ignoring my scowl in reply. Trying to avoid touching his erection, I pull his trousers down. His silk boxers do nothing to hide his hard dick. Not too long, but fatter than and I've ever seen in person. Not that I'd see too many this closely. Chickened out I remove his shoes and socks and let Hillary handle the boxers. I sit back on my heels while she does and hmms in her throat as she sees it. Unlike Hillary, who looks after her figure, her husband doesn't. Spindly legs topped with a paunch, that I evilly think he's not seen his knob for years. It doesn't put off Hillary as she grasps the base possessively and plants a kiss on the tip. Looking towards me she gradually opened her mouth wider and wider until the tip just slips inside. After some slurping sounds, she pulls back and exposed the purple glans glistening with her saliva. She angles it slightly towards me and I almost imperceptibly shake my head. She pauses and for a moment I worry she's going to push our arrangement again. Instead, she looks at her husband. "You know what I need right now?" He pulls her to her feet and she clambers onto her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. Her husband wastes no time and moves in behind. Her grunt confirms he's forced his thick dick inside her with a single thrust. Now that's definitely my cue to leave. I get as far as picking up my panties when Hillary looks over. "You're not quite done yet, Kelly. Pull that chair closer to the bed and give us some more visual stimulation." The sound of their flesh slapping together is both disgusting and arousing at the same time. Sitting demurely, but naked in front of the pair. Hillary's breasts hang down and swing violently with each of her husband's thrusts. It makes me less jealous with my smaller breasts that don't do that. Hilary scowls and nods at me and I realise my pose isn't what she wants. Lifting my legs over the arms of the chair exposes my pussy completely to the pair. I know it's swollen and wet and ready for action. Without instructions from Hillary one hand slips down my stomach to touch myself. I could try to convince myself I was only doing it under duress from Hillary, but I'd be lying to myself. I'd watched porn obviously, but never watched people have sex in front of me before. There was nothing attractive about him, but watching Hilary pounded from behind. Her large breasts hanging down like udders shuddering with each impact. My fingers spread my labia partially for his visual stimulation, but mostly for me. I'm really wet, really wet, and my fingertip toys with my opening. Revelling in the way his eyes are glued to their movement. Knowing he's thinking about fucking me. He may have his dick in his wife, but in his mind, he's pushing his fat dick into me. My other hand cups my breast, tweaking my nipple as my finger at my pussy slips inside. It drives him into overdrive and I watch as sweat pours off his face and Hillary drops her head to the mattress stifling a moan. I'm starting to worry he'll have a heart attack, but I really need to cum and my fingers work on my clit and nipple. Suddenly everything happens at once. Hilary squeals, shudders and collapses forward on the bed. Her head lands almost in my crotch. I jump back, stopping what I'm doing. Her husband's, unable to restrain himself, starts cumming. And for an old guy, there is quite a lot. I wonder if he popped a little blue pill. The cum arches through the air to fall square onto Hillary's backside. Everyone pauses and it seems the performance is over. The husband mutters something about needing the bathroom and hurries off. I grab my skirt and start putting it on as Hilary rolls on her side with a freshly fucked expression on her face. "Money?" I ask as I zip up my skirt. Hilary shrugs and gets up, seemingly untroubled by her nudity. She goes to her purse and pulls out her cheque book. Not as good as cash, but I knew she was good for it. "Here!" She says stepping very close. "I added a little extra as we overstepped what we had agreed." I want to look, but don't want to give her the satisfaction. "You know, it's my birthday in a couple of months. Perhaps, after this, we can arrange a repeat performance. With a little more cooperation?" "No thank you. This was a onetime thing." "Are you sure?" She moves in pressing up against me. Her breasts pressing up against the underside of mine. "I'm sure." Stepping back and bending to pick up my panties. Hilary beats me to it. "Shame, but your choice. I won't push it." Then she uses my panties to wipe the cum off her bum and holds them out to me. What a Bitch. "You know how to contact me if you change your mind and need the money. Or whatever other reasons you can think of." Tossing the panties in the bin I grab my blouse slip it on and grab my bra. I want out of here as quick as possible so don't wait to do up more than a single button before I head out into the corridor and back to my parent's room. The lights were out, but my mum was sitting up illuminated by her Kindle. "Hey love, you're back sooner than I thought. Had enough?" "Sort of," I reply holding my bra out of sight. "Would it bother you if I took a shower?" "Of course not. It would take a bomb to wake your father right now." In the bathroom, I check out the cheque, 500. I feel dirty, did this make me a prostitute? Where is the line? Last month I'd just stripped. 'Just' seems such a minor word now. Tonight I'd touched a woman. Admittedly no more intimately than I might have had we been stripping on stage. Wow! How messed up am I that I'm justifying my action like that. I'd not touched him in an intimate way, although I had touched myself. Speaking of which I'm still super horny. I was so close to cumming upstairs. Stripping off I hop into the shower and use the showerhead to get me off. All the while with images of being watched while I did it.

Alexia’s Midnight Swim By Lauralinii ALEXIA’S MIDNIGHT SWIM CH. 01 A young college girl has some naked river fun. Alexia was frustrated. It was the very end of spring, but already unusually warm for this time of year. Without any air conditioning in her small student room, Alexia had been suffering from the heat and was longing to cool off in one of the nearby pools or lakes. The problem: her schedule always precluded her from realizing her plans. For the past couple of weeks, she had always had classes on the days that were especially hot and today was no exception. It was the hottest it had been so far in the year, and it of course had to fall on a Wednesday, the day Alexia had the most to do, starting with an 8:30 lecture and a final class ending after 6. Alexia was a pretty averaged sized girl in height, with a slender figure. While this was mostly attributable to genetics, Alexia enjoyed going to the gym and working out a couple times a week. Recently she had been focusing especially on her legs and ass and had received a few complements from her girlfriends on the latter. Melina had even come up from behind her a couple of days ago in the cafeteria and given her ass a playful but unexpected smack, making Alexia jump in shock before she turned around to Melina smiling and giving her a look that clearly indicated appreciation and a maybe even a slight amount of jealously. She had also noticed more guys checking her out from behind when she passed than usual, especially at the gym in her close-fitting shorts. Alexia's favorite feature was however more subtle in nature, the faint line that ran from between her breasts down her stomach; the kind you see on female gym models that don't have visible individual abs, but still look slender and strong, granted Alexia's was not quite as pronounced. When Alexia got home from her final class of the day it was still quite hot and she opened a window, knowing that the temperature was receding as it got later in the day. Changing out of her sweaty clothes and into a fresh white t-shirt and skimpy jean-shorts felt great, especially when she undid her bra and tossed it into the laundry hamper, not bothering with a new one. For the next couple of hours, Alexia tried again and again to concentrate on her homework but found the effort challenging, her mind constantly wandering to her desire to cool off in a body of water. "Alright," thought Alexia finally, "I can't wait any longer! I need to go for a swim today." Then a thought crept into her head. "It would be sooo relaxing to just strip down completely for the swim!" Alexia pushed the thought out of her head as soon as it had come. She had been skinny dipping once, for a couple of minutes while on vacation in Spain with one of her close friends when they were feeling particularly adventurous and had had a bit to drink. Although it was a short experience (they had quickly chickened out and put on their clothes again), the sensation had been incredible, exactly what Alexia wanted. Now however, she was back home and couldn't just take off her clothes in public, what if someone saw? The thought was mortifying. Still, the desire wouldn't leave her head in peace. "If I do this, I need to be absolutely certain no one will see me," Alexia eventually thought. The idea exited her more than she cared to admit. Opening Google maps, Alexia checked her area. After some searching, she discovered a river nearby that ran through some farmlands to the north of the city, which was close enough and would be a perfect spot; both sides had trees along the bank shielding the river from view of the roads. It was now late in the evening. The likelihood that anyone would be there and see her this late on a weeknight seemed incredibly small. Before she knew it or had even thought it fully through, Alexia had gotten in her car and was heading towards the river. As Alexia parked her car on the side of the road in the spot she had selected, her heart was thumping in her chest. "OMG am I really going to do this?" she asked herself with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. When she opened the car door, the sound of thundering of falling water from the dam in the near distance intensified. Otherwise, there was mostly silence except for the faint and occasional chirping of insects. The night air felt cool, and Alexia breathed in a deep long breath, partly to calm the butterflies in her stomach and partly to take in the scenery. A few streetlamps bathed the road on Alexia's side of the river in a deep yellow light, but the water itself and banks on either side were dark, only lit by the moonlight in the cloudless sky. On the side of the road not bordering the river, lay a large field of cut grass. On the other side, the overgrown and stony bank led down to the water. Although it was dark, the streetlamps lit up enough of the bank for Alexia to see a rocky pathway through the thick, knee-high vegetation. Alexia waited for her heartbeat to subside. She had not seen any cars on the final roads of her drive. She seemed to be alone. "It's a Wednesday night, well technically early Thursday morning," Alexia corrected herself. "No one is going to be here, and even if they are," she reasoned, "they will just pass by on the road overhead." Slowly, Alexia's longing grew to overpower the hesitation. She had been experiencing a series of hot days with no relief and wanted to cool off in the refreshing water. Leaving her possessions in the car, Alexia headed down the steep path to the water in her shorts and t-shirt. When Alexia got to the water she paused. Her heart was beating quickly now that it had become so real. She could probably strip down and be in the water in under 10 seconds if she really wanted to. There was still no sign of anyone else in the quiet night. Alexia took off her shoes and socks and put a foot in the water. The rocks were slimy with mud and algae, but the water itself was perfect. Cool but not cold, exactly what Alexia so craved. "Fuck it," Alexia told herself and slowly undid the buttons in her Jean-shorts, mentally preparing herself for what she was about to do. When there was still no sign of anyone else, Alexia undid the rest of the buttons and quickly removed the shorts, placing them on top of her shoes and socks. Standing barefoot in panties and her t-shirt Alexia felt the butterflies in her stomach more intense than before but tugged off her shirt exposing firm and perky B-cup breasts. Now Alexia knew there was no going back. Lastly Alexia hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties and slipped them off, adding them her pile of garments. She was now completely naked on the riverbank and became acutely aware of the soft breeze on her skin. It felt unexpectedly liberating. Nevertheless, Alexia was completely exposed, should anyone come by, and wasted no time wading into the river. The cool water felt like absolute bliss on Alexia's skin once again realizing how much she had needed this. When she got deep enough, Alexia let herself float on the slow-moving water, her nipples and tips of her breasts peeking out above the surface. Feeling the sudden urge to pee, Alexia giggled as she realized nothing was stopping her from going in the river. For fun, she opened her legs and spread the lips of her pussy with her index and middle finger and relieved herself in the water. "Even in the unlikely event of someone coming by and seeing me," thought Alexia happily, "it would probably make their night to see an athletic college chick with such a great ass swimming in the nude!" Enjoying the night air and cool river water on her naked body felt incredible, but after some time, Alexia was ready to leave. She headed back towards the shore into the shallow part of the water but suddenly heard the sounds of a conversation from the opposite bank. Submerging herself in the shallow water as much as she could, she looked over and saw some pinpricks of light in the darkness of cigarettes being lit. The sounds of conversation grew nearer, and the group settled on the opposite bank. They did not appear to have seen her. "Seriously!?" thought Alexia in disbelief. "Although," she reasoned, "This is a student city, and it is conceivable that students would hang out by the water in the middle of the night." Still, it was definitely unlucky that they had just shown up and even more so, that they had settled directly across from her. Alexia submerged herself as best she could in the shallow water so as not to be seen. The group was near enough that Alexia could hear the sounds of their conversation, but not exactly what they were saying. She saw phone screens light up and then go dark again, and then the bright beam of a high lumen flashlight. Alexia saw around four figures before the flashlight turned off again. Despite her earlier thought that she wouldn't care if someone came by and saw her, a whole group of people was a different matter. Besides, now it was a very real possibility that she would be caught, as opposed to a careless thought swimming naked and carefree in the water. Alexia was nervous again and waited patiently, seeing if they would continue on. First one minute went by, then five, then ten and then fifteen. The bright flashlight kept going on and Alexia knew it was only a matter of time before they pointed the flashlight in her direction and caught her naked, lying in the shallows. Twice already, it had passed over her head. "Alright," planned Alexia, "The next time the flashlight goes out, I am going to get out of the water, snatch my clothes and shoes off of the ground and run up the bank without being seen!" When the flashlight went off again, Alexia stood up and quickly made her way towards her clothes. Suddenly she missed her footing and slipped, as her foot glided off the slick algae. Alexia landed with a splash back in the shallow water and let out an involuntary yelp. Alexia covered her mouth and got up to keep moving, but the damage was done. As Alexia turned around to see whether the group had heard, they went silent and the flashlight flicked on, illuminating her. There was a short pause. "Fancied a swim?" called out a female voice on the verge of laughter. Alexia's heart was in her throat and her cheeks burned red hot with pure embarrassment. Without a word or knowing what to do or say, Alexia turned back around and started once more for the shore, hoping to bring the situation to an end as quickly as possible. "Daaaammmn!" called out a different person, a male this time, "That is one sweet ass you have girl!". Alexia moved far more slowly that she would have liked so as not to slip again. "Hey, listen! Bend over and spread your cheeks for us and we will turn off the flashlight and leave you alone," proposed another male voice. Alexia considered for a moment, and wanted, no needed this embarrassing moment to end. Reluctantly, and without looking back she bent over and spread her ass for the group to see. Alexia heard some whistles and cheering as she stood back upright and picked up her clothing. "Hey, thanks for the picks of that ass, I am definitely jerking off to this tonight," Laughed the guy. "Unless of course you want to come over and let me plough you here on the riverbank like the naughty little slut you are!" "Not happening!" Alexia yelled back, "And hey, you said you would turn off the light and leave me alone!" "Oh, I know he said that, came another male voice, "but you can't honestly expect us to just not watch such a sexy little vixen with cute tits and a perfect ass walking up the riverbank away from us, can you?" Now furious as well as embarrassed, Alexia stormed up the bank back to the street. After making sure the coast was clear she walked over to her car and pulled on her t-shirt and shorts, not even bothering with her panties. Her wet skin made the fabric cling to her body. She got into her car and started up the engine, aggressively turning the car on the empty street and pressing down on the petal more than was needed. When Alexia arrived back at her student room, she had significantly calmed down. She had truly enjoyed the swim. Alexia smiled. Getting caught had been a huge embarrassment, but it had definitely been thrilling. Besides, no real harm had come from it. Alexia realized with a start that she was biting her lip, evidently turned on by the memory of having shown off her naked body to complete strangers and the way they had talked to her. It had been a night to remember, maybe one she would repeat, and one she definitely needed to tell Melina about. ALEXIA’S MIDNIGHT SWIM CH. 02 College girls enjoy some naked river fun. "Wait, seriously?" asked Melina unable to keep the disbelief and eagerness from her voice. "You went skinny dipping? I have been trying to get you to do something like that for sooooo long and then you just go off and do it on your own? Without even telling me?" "I know, I'm sorry Mel but I just needed to go for a swim and couldn't wait any longer," replied Alexia. It had been a couple of days since Alexia's midnight escapade, and she had finally gotten a chance to meet up at the faculty's cafeteria with Melina now that it was the weekend. Melina was slightly taller than Alexia and had long and dark curly hair. She was thin, although not as athletic as Alexia, had C to D cup breasts and wide hips giving her feminine curves most women would be jealous of. Melina was a social butterfly and one of the most confident and open people Alexia knew. She had invited Alexia to do daring things like skinny dip a couple of times before, but Alexia had never been able to really take her up on it, mostly because life just got in the way, or she didn't feel quite ready to do something like that. "And that's not all," Alexia continued, "I got caught by some group of people that happened to settle on the opposite bank" Alexia relayed the story of a couple of nights ago to her captivated friend. "My my," said Melina impressed when Alexia had finished. "I didn't think you were that daring. I love it! But I can't help feeling left out." "Tell you what Mel," Alexia started. "It has been really hot today and if are up for it, we can go again tonight." Alexia wasn't as thrilled to repeat her experience as she seemed, but the water had felt incredible and addictive and going with Melina was sure to be fun. Besides, she knew Melina would love it. "I guess I got some plans to cancel!" Melina said. "I'll pick you up at around 12. Send me the location. I want to see where this went down." "Sure," agreed Alexia. Back at home a couple of hours later, Alexia tugged off her tank top and unbuttoned the black jean skirt she had been wearing, letting it fall to the ground at her feet. She paused for a moment, looking in the mirror hanging on the wall, admiring her athletic figure. Alexia turned to the side and smiled slightly when saw how the black thong panties she was wearing made her ass look especially well formed. She had been putting work in at the gym for her figure and was not going to wear anything that would detract from the shape of her body. She faced forward again and admired the way in which the cleavage of her breasts in her bra aligned perfectly with the faint but visible line that stretched down past her abdomen. Then Alexia turned her attention to the closet. This time she was going to wear something that she could put on quickly if she was caught, not wanting to relive the awkward experience of walking naked up the riverbank to get back to her car. With the group watching her, she hadn't wanted to wait an extra 20 seconds to put her clothes back on right at the riverbank. Alexia's eyes fell on a cute yellow sundress she had but didn't wear very often due to the hem of the dress falling only part way down the thighs. That together with the revealing V-neck made its appropriateness for class or even some social settings questionable. Especially now that she had such a toned ass from the gym, the dress covered even less of her legs than it once had. While slightly too revealing for day-to-day use, it would definitely cover enough and be quick and easy to put on in a hurry. "Perfect!" thought Alexia. Although it might cause her to receive a few more lingering glances than normal from passersby, it would be much fewer than if she were naked. "Well, that is an understatement," laughed Alexia to herself. This way she could even probably get dressed if she noticed anyone coming before they could see her. Then a thought struck her. If she really wanted to be quick dressing and undressing, it might be better to not wear her bra or panties underneath. Alexia felt herself blush. The idea excited her. Alexia's phone vibrated on her desk. She looked over at it. Melina was outside waiting for her. To complement the text she had received, Alexia heard two honks in quick succession from the street. Quickly reaching her decision, Alexia unhooked her bra and let the straps slide off of her shoulders exposing her breasts. Then she slipped off her panties and placed both garments in the laundry hamper. Alexia put on the sundress and stepped out of her room to meet Melina. The sun had set a couple hours prior, leaving the street illuminated by the streetlights. Melina was parked right in front of Alexia's building. She smiled and reached over, opening up the passenger side door for Alexia to get in. As Alexia walked over to Melina's car, she felt a soft breeze reminding her of what she wasn't wearing under her dress, especially between her legs. Alexia pulled the door open further and got in. "Hey Mel, I can't belie-," Alexia cut herself off mid-sentence. Melina was wearing a crop top that ended above her belly button and from there downward nothing else besides her sandals. Melina's smile broadened. "I'm wearing more than I need to for what we are going to do," she told the dumbstruck Alexia as she started down the road, out of the city after Alexia had climbed in. "You live on the outskirts, so I took my pants off while waiting for you in the car. It's fine, no one can see from outside anyway and they are in the back in case I need them." "And I thought I was being daring wearing a dress with nothing underneath," Alexia laughed. "I do love your outfit though, cute dress!" Melina complemented as they turned a corner. "Thanks," replied Alexia. "By the way," said Melina with a naughty smirk in her voice, "as soon as we get out a bit further, where there are fewer people and lights, I am going to take off my top too." "Are you crazy?" exclaimed Alexia "that actually is something people can see through the window". "Well," said Melina, "it will be dark, and we are moving fast. There won't be many people, and drivers coming from the other direction will be blinded by our headlights. Someone could conceivably catch a glimpse, but that is part of the fun, isn't it?" "You are crazy!" laughed Alexia. "And you have put some serious thought into this." There was a short pause. "You should take your dress off too" added Melina, a matter-of-fact tone in her voice, "We are going to take our clothes off anyway to swim, what difference does it make if we do it sooner, rather than later?" "Listen Melina, I am not quite as brave or self-confident as you are." "But you liked getting caught, didn't you?" asked Melina. Alexia was taken aback. This was not something she had previously divulged. "I saw that look in your eye when you were telling me about getting caught," continued Melina, "I think that part of you found it exciting and even a bit arousing. Otherwise, I don't think you would have agreed to come with me today to repeat your experience so soon." Alexia paused for a few seconds. "Alright fine," she admitted, giving her friend a slightly embarrassed look. "It was thrilling, and it did turn me on a bit. I still am not going to take off my dress in the car though. I feel exposed enough as it is right now." Melina looked over at her "alright suit yourself, she said as she slowed down, pulled her arms individually through the sleeves of her top and then in one fluid motion pulled the top off over her head and threw it onto the back seat, completely exposing her breasts and leaving her naked except for her sandals in the driver's seat. Melina laughed again and let out a deep satisfied breath. "C'mon Alexia, at least let your boobs out a bit," she persuaded. Alexia thought for a moment and felt her resolve melt away. It may be fun, and Melina was probably right about what she had said. Besides, she was feeling adventurous. Alexia pushed the fabric of her dress that covered her breasts to either side exposing her nipples and the majority of her tits. "That's more like it!" exclaimed Melina delightedly. In only a couple of minutes they had reached the spot Alexia had swum at a couple of nights ago. They had passed by almost no one on the final stretch of their drive, with only two cars coming from the opposite direction and someone out walking who hadn't noticed them and their lack of apparel in the car as they passed. Melina parked the car and the girls got out and closing the doors behind them. "Nice place you picked out," praised Melina as she admired the night scenery, seemingly apathetic to the fact that she was standing on the side of the road without a shred of clothing, and completely illuminated. She was bathed in yellow light of the streetlamp. Melina's remark was true, the sounds of the waterfall created by the dam upstream gave the peaceful river and vegetation along the banks an even nicer ambience than it would otherwise have had. Insects chirped, grass and leaves rustled in the breeze and otherwise there was silence. The fresh night air was just as intoxicating as it had been a few nights ago. "You're completely naked, we need to get off the street!" exclaimed Alexia. "Then I'll race you to the water!" Melina replied laughing and started quickly on the path leading down the bank and through the thick vegetation. Alexia ran after her friend. When she got to the edge of the water, Melina had bent down to undo her shoelaces giving Alexia a view of her ass. Alexia paused momentarily, more hesitant about stripping down than her friend. It was a Saturday night this time, meaning it was much more likely that people would be out by the river or taking a walk than her previous experience on Wednesday earlier in the week. Alexia had been feeling apprehensive and nervous about taking off her clothes in public since she had picked out her outfit earlier and now that she was a couple seconds from actually stripping down, she felt like she had more butterflies in her stomach than ever. Nevertheless, she had already made the decision to skinny dip again, and now Melina was here with too, and being much more cavalier about it than she was. So far everything seemed fine. Not wanting to be in the water too much later than Melina, she took off her shoes and socks and heard a splash and ripples of water as Melina started wading in. "Ha, I win!" stated Melina gloatingly as she turned around to face Alexia while wading in further. "This is it" thought Alexia to herself and pulled the yellow sundress off, over her head. She was now completely nude on the bank of the river. Alexia placed the dress on her shoes and waded in to join Melina in the water, being careful not to slip. "This feels nice, it's so liberating," Alexia thought to herself despite still being a bit nervous. The water covered her feet, then her knees, thighs, pussy, waist and stomach, finally stopping just under her breasts when stopped wading in. Alexia enjoyed the feeling of the water on her bare skin for a moment. It felt amazing, especially without any restrictive swimwear. By now her excitement outweighed her nervousness and she turned to Melina. Their eyes met and both girls started laughing. "This is fun, I'm glad you finally agreed to do this with me" said Melina when the laughing subsided. "And that's a nice body you have Alexia, I have never really seen you naked before. I knew you have a great ass, but you're more athletic than I thought, and your tits are great too!" "Aww, thanks" replied Alexia with a smile, then continued, "You are stunning yourself. I love your curves and your boobs are fantastic, better than mine." "Thanks girl!" responded Melina. "Don't put your tits down though. Their shape is great, and they are firm and perky too" While she said the last part, Melina cupped Alexia's breasts for a moment playfully. Alexia blushed. Both girls laughed again. Alexia and Melina swam and chatted for another couple of minutes enjoying the water and the night. "Come on, lets swim to the other bank," Alexia proposed eventually. Melina dived underwater and Alexia pushed herself off the rocks on the bottom of the river and started swimming for the other side, enjoying the feel of moving frictionlessly through the water. The opposite bank had a small sandy outcropping like a miniature beach. "So, this is where that group with the flashlight was last time" thought Alexia to herself as she waded out of the water onto the rocks and sand. Alexia turned around as she heard Melina start to wade out of the water and saw the light of a small fire on the now opposite bank, a bit farther up from where they had gotten in. The firelight had been obscured by trees and vegetation due to a bend in the river, so they hadn't seen it before. Alexia froze and her heart skipped a beat, realizing she was standing naked on the bank, possibly in view of whoever was at the fire. Wasting no time, she quickly ran back into the water. "Melina," she hissed, "there are people over on the other bank." "Oh, I see" said Melina looking over at the fire. "Don't worry, they haven't noticed us, and I highly doubt they will." "Watch this" said Melina and walked up onto the bank, completely naked. "Mel! What are you doing! Come back!" Alexia exclaimed. "We are far enough upstream that they can't hear us as long as we don't shout. The same goes for them seeing us. We can see the light of their fire, but we are in the darkness and pretty much invisible." As if to prove her point Melina started to strike different sexy poses in the direction of the fire. "See, they can't see us," she said with one hand on her hip and the other behind her head. "You're right" Alexia agreed. "Their eyes are also probably not adjusted to the darkness because of the fire." "Still," she reasoned, "lets still not overdo it and go back to the other side." "Sure Alexia" replied Melina, "but first I want to see what is going on over there and how many people there are. This side has no lights, and I can easily sneak down the river and check." "Alright fine," Alexia said reluctantly. "I am going to stay here in the water though." "I'll be back soon." Said Melina and walked up the bank. Alexia watched her until she was out of sight from the river. Alexia waited, gazing out over the water. The night air felt incredible. After a couple of minutes, her thoughts wandered to the last time she was here naked. She had been caught. It had been embarrassing but thinking about it after the encounter had turned her on. She had shown off her naked body to complete strangers and they had really enjoyed it and wanted more. Alexia bit her lip and her hand wandered absently downward towards her pussy. If they were here again on the bank right now, maybe she would give them more and let them touch her and slap her ass like she knew they would have loved to do. Alexia was massaging her pussy now and a slight moan escaped her lips. Maybe she would let one of them finger her. Maybe if she was horny enough, she would even- Her fantasy was cut short by Melina's return, to Alexia's momentary dismay. Melina came down the steep bank to the sandy outcropping. "So, here's the deal," Melina whispered, "its actually only one guy there. I think he may have been there with a couple more people but then they left. There are a couple of beer bottles around the fire." "I'm going to swim back across and check the situation out from a bit closer," added Melina, "don't worry, I'll put something on," she said putting Alexia's mind at ease. "Also, I think I'm about ready to leave." "I'll swim a bit more and then join you," Alexia said still very much turned on and secretly hoping she could finish what she was doing before Melina had come back. "Meet you over there then," came Melina's reply. When Melina swam over to the other side again Alexia's thoughts wandered back to the night she had been caught and she started gently rubbing her clit under the water. She moaned as she replayed the night over in her head and her eyes fluttered closed. The fact that she was naked in public again right where it had happened made it seem so real. With her other hand she fondled her breast and started toying with her left nipple. Waves of pleasure washed over Alexia as she came closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly a loud rustle of leaves up on the bank brought Alexia out of her trance like state. What was she doing? This was a bad idea. Anyone could walk by. Besides Melina was probably waiting for her as it had now been a good five minutes since she had swum off. Alexia's pussy throbbed; she rubbed her thighs slightly together still incredibly turned on. "I'll finish this later," Alexia thought and started to swim back over to the other side. Alexia reached the shore and went to her clothes. When Alexia got close to where she had disrobed, she saw her shoes and socks, but the dress was gone. Alexia looked around. It was dark and maybe a breeze lifted it into the grass somewhere out of sight. This seemed unlikely, as the breeze was barely strong enough to notice, much less move her dress. Slightly panicking she checked the surrounding vegetation but without luck. "Maybe Melina has it," Alexia thought. Just then she heard Melina's car door close. Alexia put on her socks and shoes. "Melina!" Alexia called out. Not too loudly as she didn't want to attract too much attention to herself in case anyone was walking by up on the street. There was no answer. "Melina!!" Alexia tried a second time a bit louder. Still there was no sign Melina had heard anything. Exasperatedly Alexia crept up the steep path at bank of the river in only her footwear. It was getting close to 1:30 am now and the road was completely clear. After a short pause at the top of the bank, Alexia walked bravely over to Melina's car. Melina was sitting in the driver's seat, her face slightly illuminated by her phone screen. Melina saw Alexia coming, looked up and rolled down the window. She was fully clothed again. "Mel, have you seen my dress?". Melina smiled. "Sure have! I gave it to the guy over by the fire" "WHAT!? Why would you do that?" Alexia exclaimed with a mixture of anger and confusion. "Relax Alexia, if you want, I can go over and get it again," Melina replied calmly. "But only if you don't want to get it yourself." "Of course, I don't want to get it myself, I have no clothes now in case you haven't noticed." Alexia said defiantly. "Then look me in the eyes and tell me that there is no part of you that doesn't want to get it. That there is no part of you that gets excited or aroused being naked in front of strangers. I think-," Melina continued, cutting Alexia off when she started to say something "- that you want to get it but are just too shy to live out your fantasies. I'm helping you. Giving you the push, you need. C'mon, have some fun." "Mel, I-," Alexia started. "Tell me I'm wrong," said Melina cutting her off. Alexia thought. She was still pretty turned on and if she was honest with herself, going over naked to get her dress seemed really exciting. Melina knew her better than she realized. "Afterwards we can leave immediately," Melina said. "Also, I chatted with the guy for a bit and didn't get any bad vibes or anything. Aaand he's pretty cute!" "He's cute? That makes it worse!" Alexia complained. "I know," replied Melina gleefully, "but also more fun right? So, what's it going to be?" Alexia contemplated her predicament. She couldn't tell Melina that she didn't want to at all, the girl would see right through her. Alexia felt her pussy throb again. Just thinking about it was driving her crazy. "Alright, I'll do it," Alexia said, "but afterwards we go right back home, and we never talk about this night again." "Sure thing," Melina agreed. As Alexia turned to leave, Melina stepped out of the car. "Go get it girl," she said and smacked Alexia's toned ass creating a satisfying clap. Alexia hurried down the deserted road until she saw the fire light. It was dying down now and getting harder to see, especially from the illuminated side of the river. No doubt the guy there had been waiting for it to die out before leaving too. It was also obscured by trees and tall grass. Alexia would have missed it if she hadn't known where to look. Alexia took a moment to gather her courage. She wasn't sure if she would actually be able to go through with it. Her heart was beating faster and faster. Alexia heard an engine revving in the distance. That reminded her a car could come by any second and she was completely exposed and naked on the street. With a deep breath she made her way through the grass. Alexia pushed through the grass and entered the small clearing with the fire. It was relatively dark except for the dim firelight. Alexia heard an appreciative whistle and turned to face a guy sitting on the ground with his back against a tree checking her out. Alexia's cheeks grew hot as she blushed and started to feel short of breath. "Hi," she managed to say. "Hey," answered the guy "Wow lucky night for me." He was wearing a black t-shirt and shorts. Melina hadn't lied, he was quite good looking, well-built and attractive but not intimidating. He looked like he was only maybe a year or two older than Alexia, but it was hard to tell in the light. Alexia became acutely aware again of the fact that she was completely naked. "I came for the dress," Alexia stated. "That's what I figured; can you do a spin for me?" the guy asked. Alexia obliged. The guy's gaze lingered on her ass and chest. "Sooo can I have it?" Alexia asked. The initial embarrassment had started to subside, and Alexia was feeling incredibly turned on. She had gotten so close to climax only to stop and now being naked in front of a stranger and knowing that she was turning him on had made her horniest she had been for a while. The guy looked up. "Sure, you can have it," he said with a devious smile placing emphasis on the last two words to convey the double entendre. "But first you need to do something for me. Make it worth my while to give you the dress. I think it would be a shame to cover up what you've got." "Yeah well, it's my dress and I want it back. I don't owe you anything," Alexia replied trying to hide how turned on she was. "Well, your friend said I can have some fun with you before I give you back your dress and that's what I'm going to do," the guy stated. "Of course, she did," Alexia thought, but she didn't mind at the moment. Alexia could barely think straight from her arousal. Her pussy felt like it was soaking. If she had been wearing panties, they would be drenched by now. The feel of the soft breeze on her skin as well as the gaze of the guy she didn't know on her naked body was making her go crazy. Alexia wanted to be fucked until she climaxed. "Alright." Alexia knelt down on her knees and undid the button and zipper of the guy's shorts and tugged them down. Next, she pulled down his boxers. The guy shifted his weight and pulled them down past his knees. He was already mostly turned on and when Alexia grabbed his dick it was rock solid. Alexia stroked his penis a couple of times. Next Alexia put her hands on his chest and put one leg over his, straddling him. She moved down until she could feel the tip of his dick on her ass and then guided it to her soaking pussy. He obviously couldn't wait, and neither could Alexia. As he thrust his hips up Alexia went down taking his dick inside of her. It felt amazing, like she was finally drinking water after hours of being parched. Alexia felt her breasts being groped as she went up and down taking him inside of her. "I can't believe I'm doing this!" Alexia thought, "but I want more". Alexia stopped and got up. She turned away and went down on her hands and knees. She knew that this would be a sight guys would be unable to resist. Her ass up presenting her pussy to be fucked. Almost immediately, Alexia felt his hand on her pussy, then grasp her hip and his dick right on her pussy about to go in. Slowly, he pushed into her, the tip of his dick thrusting its way in stretching her lips apart. She threw back her head in ecstasy, Alexia felt his other hand on the other hip, holding her in place while he pushed himself the rest of the way inside of her, filling her up. He pulled back and started forcefully thrusting into her again and again. It felt absolutely incredible. Alexia forced her mouth closed and put a hand over it to muffle the sounds she was making. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Alexia. His dick was hitting all of the right spots and she felt weak in the knees and arms and was thankful she wasn't standing. Alexia felt a hand leave her hip and a slap to her ass quickly followed. Alexia felt herself nearer to climax with every thrust. She was almost there and not registering any of her surroundings her body and mind devoted to what she was experiencing. "Oh Fuck, I'm cumming!" cried Alexia unable to contain herself any longer. A wave of emotion hit Alexia like a wall. She dropped to the ground, her arms and legs unable to support herself as she let the pleasure of her orgasm wash over her. It was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. When Alexia became aware her surroundings again, she felt a hot liquid shoot onto her back and ass, evidently the guy had finished himself off. "That was incredible," he panted. "And here." He picked up Alexia's dress and handed it to her. Alexia wiped herself off on the grass, stood up and took the dress, slipping it on over her head. "Yeah, it was" Alexia agreed. She couldn't believe she had just fucked a complete stranger in public like that. It was embarrassing but also excited her. She felt her cheeks flush again. "Here's my number," said the guy handing her a slip of paper. "If you feel like doing this again". Alexia took the paper, mumbled something along the lines of goodbye and hurried back to the road, not caring that the short dress was exposing her bare ass and pussy with every step as she jogged. There was still nothing and nobody around, aside from the crickets. Alexia opened Melina's car door and got in, ignoring Melina's sly know it all smile. Melina put away her phone, started the car and began the drive back into town. "So," she said. "Tell me everything!"

A Quiet Neighbourhood byRequiax© I was bored. That's my excuse. I was bored. My name is Kendra Wilson and this is a story about how boredom, listlessness and depression can make you do some pretty crazy things. First, a little background. I'm supposed to be a college freshman, like most girls my age. In fact, I was – for a few months. But life doesn't always work out the way you want it to. I suppose the biggest problem was that I didn't get accepted to the college that I wanted to do to, the one I'd set my heart on more than anything. Instead I ended up at one of those colleges that's nobody's first choice. And I knew from the start I wasn't going to get on there. The classes were hard and boring and the party scene was nowhere near what I had hoped for. I disliked my dorm, my roommate was a grouchy goth who chased me away every time she wanted to bang her boyfriend in our bedroom, and the showers were always cold. I missed home, my old highschool friends, my old life. So, sue me, I quit. Well, dropped out. When you quit college, it's called dropping out, as my dad was quick to point out in one of the many disappointed lectures I heard from him and mom once I swallowed my pride and moved back home. Dropping out. Giving up on the path your future was supposed to take you. Giving up on life. So, I gave up. I moved back home into my old bedroom and took the first, lamest job I could find. I work late shifts, until midnight, which means I'm home all day, while my hard-working parents are out at their own jobs. My parents are at work, my friends are all off at college – even the younger kids are in school during the day. I tried having a boyfriend, for a little while, but that didn't really work for me on account of the fact that the guy's life was even more of a mess than mine. So there's just me now. I live in the suburbs but it might as well be the moon, for all there is to do around here during the day time. So my days are spent sitting around the house in sweatpants, watching kids shows, until my libido kicks in and I switch to looking at porn. That's my education now – a minor in the Cartoon Network daytime schedule, a major in idle masturbation. I couldn't get into my dream college, and now at age 19 my biggest accomplishment is successfully managing to orgasm in every room in my house. So if I say I feel like a bit of a loser, that's an understatement. Anyway, this is the slump I was in. Bored and lonely at home during the day, I struggled to motivate myself. The chores my mom left me to do would go undone, I wouldn't shower or shave my legs (or elsewhere), I basically stopped taking care of myself. I was depressed. Bored, lonely, depressed.  Then one day, something changed. I decided as summer weather rolled in that I needed to do something, anything, to get me to do more than just watch TV, eat junk food and play with myself in the hours that my mom and dad weren't home. It wasn't easy to motivate myself by this point, I was actually in a major funk, so I decided to start small. I decided to try and at least take a walk each day, maybe go to the corner store or even just around the neighbourhood. I didn't live in the most exciting place on Earth, but getting out in the fresh air might be good for me, I reasoned, and might help me shake this feeling of ennui. It was on my first few days of those walks that I noticed just how quiet it was around my neighbourhood during the day. Our neighbourhood is pretty affluent, everyone has a job, or is in school. I swear, on every single walk I took, I didn't see a soul. Alright, maybe the occasional maid or gardener working on someone's house while they were out, but no residents. It sounds incredible, I know, but I swear that our neighbourhood is to all intents and purposes completely empty during the daytime on a week day! I'm not sure what it was that first put the idea in my head – sexual frustration; something I had encountered reading erotic fiction; or just good old fashioned boredom. But once I had realised that between 9am and 12:30pm my neighbourhood was a vast, empty playground, the idea of how to have some fun with it began to take shape. The morning I decided to do it, I took better care of my appearance than I had in a long time. I had a lengthy shower, shaving my stubbly legs and underarms, before delicately taking the razor to my patchy pubic hair. I hadn't had a smooth pussy in a good few weeks, but I wanted to look my best. I blow dried my blonde hair, fastening it into a ponytail. I donned my underwear – ordinary, basic stuff, nothing fancy or unique – then pulled on a pale yellow t-shirt and a pair of grey shorts of the sort I used to go running in. I applied basic, natural makeup to my face, standard "girl next door" style, then shoved my bare feet into a pair of sneakers. As an afterthought I grabbed a dark grey baseball cap from my closet and put it on, pulling my ponytail through it. I looked like any young woman going for a morning run or taking a walk to the gym. Then I waited. I waited, anxiety and nervous energy building in me. I hopped from one foot to the other, my stomach turning somersaults, until I judged it was sufficiently mid-morning and everyone in the neighbourhood would have left for the day. I left the house, locking the door behind me. Then I did something unusual, something I don't normally do – I tucked the house key into the band holding my ponytail. I walked through the neighbourhood, several streets, until I reached the corner store. I browsed the magazine racks but I wasn't here to shop – I had just wanted to get out and get an idea of who, if anyone, was around. In all the streets I had walked through, I hadn't seen a soul – it was perfect. I left the store and headed in the direction of home. When I was out of sight of the corner store, and firmly back in the residential area, I stopped. I looked around me – no sign of anyone. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I grasped the waistband of my shorts, pulled them quickly down, and stepped out of them. Now dressed only in sneakers, panties and a t-shirt, I resumed my journey. I felt very free without my shorts on but more than a little exposed – but by the time this journey was finished, I was going to be a lot more exposed than this! I walked for another short distance. I was maybe two streets from my house and, again, I saw nobody. I stopped again and this time (being careful not to dislodge my hat) I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and dropped it onto the ground. I was now out in public wearing only my panties and bra! This was both hilarious and exhilarating to me. I'd never gone in for any sort of public exposure before but here I was, in the street, in my underwear! I walked quickly away from the dropped shirt, to remove the temptation to put it back on. Walking the street in my underwear felt incredibly strange – I was acutely aware of the bareness around my middle, between where my bra ended and my panties began. It was like nothing else. When I was about 100 yards from the corner turning into my street, I stopped again. Again, there was nobody around. I laughed, a big grin on my face, as I reached up behind my back and unclasped my bra. I removed the bra and let that fall to the pavement, baring my breasts completely. I'm a fully-paid up member of the itty bitty titty club, my boobs aren't ever going to be described as spectacular. But right then, bare in the morning sun on a suburban street, I've never felt more proud or happy with my body. Wearing just a pair of white cotton panties, I resumed my journey, taking the next left into my own street. At first I cupped my breasts with my hands, a gesture of modesty, but then I realised, if I was caught at this stage, someone seeing my nipples was the least of my problems, and so I forced myself to walk with my hands by my sides. At last, off in the distance, my house was visible. I was on the home stretch. Dare I complete my adventure? Of course I dared!  Quickly, and without ceremony, I pulled down my panties and stepped out of them. I was now completely naked on a residential street in broad daylight! The sun warmed my bare skin, a light breeze caressed me. I felt reborn, all my unhappiness lifted, replaced with a simple freedom. Me, naked, in the world. I quickened my pace, skipping, until finally I broke into a run. I was laughing, happy, and I ran naked towards my house. I grabbed the key from my hair as I drew closer, and had it in my hand ready as I reached my front door. I opened the door, closed it behind me, and collapsed against the wall. My fingers found my cunt without even thinking about it. I caressed myself passionately. My pussy was wet beyond belief, I was incredibly aroused, and I masturbated eagerly there and then, slumped against the wall in my hallway. I reached an incredible orgasm within a minute, crying out loudly in ecstasy, my legs trembling and my body soaked with sweat. I sat there for a while, slowly caressing myself. I took my time this time – slow, lengthy touches, little movements designed to continue the stimulation of my aching treasure, until eventually I peaked again, moaning softly as I came, a beautiful, overwhelming climax. Thoroughly spent, I stretched out on the floor, warming my naked body in the sun like a cat might. I felt incredible, almost delirious with happiness. I had never come like that in my life, and as for the thrill and enjoyment I had felt disrobing in public? It was out of this world. I think I dozed off there, if only for a few minutes, but gradually I opened my sleepy eyes and re-attuned myself to the world around me. Without any great hurry, I stood, and walked shakily upstairs. I donned clean clothing from my closet, then pocketed my house key and stepped back outside. I retraced my steps, picking up the clothes I had discarded – first my panties, then my bra, and finally my t-shirt and shorts. I had chosen all items to wear that had no personal importance to me, in case I was unable to find them again, but luckily they were all still right where I had dropped them. I was somewhat disappointed by this – especially that the underwear hadn't moved. I kind of wanted someone to have come along and found them, to put two and two together and realise they had not long missed a girl running naked in the street, to curse their bad luck that they wouldn't see my bare butt, my nipples, my exposed, shaven pussy. I laughed to myself – I couldn't believe how kinky I'd gotten from just that one act in a few short minutes!  I felt a renewed enthusiasm for life from that moment on. Who cared that I was jobless and often alone? That just meant I had more time to indulge in my new hobby!  I became a bit of a nudist around the house when home alone, often taking a great deal of time to dress after showering, or slipping out of my bikini when sunbathing in the back yard to get more of an all-over tan. Well, the neighbours were all out, so nobody was going to see! My hand often found its way between my legs during these times, there was something about walking around naked that was intoxicating – but nothing made me hornier than being out of my clothes away from the house, in public where I could at any moment be caught.  I tried two or three other naked walks through my neighbourhood. Always the same pattern – leaving my house with clothes on, getting a certain distance away and then disrobing on the journey back. I did become more daring, though – instead of being fully-dressed when I went out, I would leave in just shorts and a wife-beater, no bra or panties. With only two items of clothing to remove I was naked much more quickly and for a much longer period of time – but I managed never to get caught and each time I'd burst through my front door, collapse breathless and masturbate to a swift and satisfying orgasm. On my fourth attempt, however, things went a little differently. As before, I left the house dressed in just running shorts and a wife-beater. My nipples were hard with excitement and stood out, visible through the ribbed grey cotton of my top. I walked through the empty neighbourhood and reached my desired location. This time, I had resolved to simply remove my clothes entirely at the start and walk the whole distance completely naked. I grasped the hem of my wife beater and lifted it off over my head. I threw it on the ground and quickly pulled down my shorts and wiggled out of them. I stood there, naked on the street in the sun for a moment, the warm breeze caressing my bare skin. I ran a finger lightly over my rock-hard nipple and down, to brush my smooth, tender slit. I shivered delightedly, smiling as I bit my lip. One day I thought I would try masturbating out on the street, although I didn't feel brave enough yet. I focussed myself, and set off, heading like all the times before in the direction of my house. I skipped along, naked and happy, but didn't dawdle. The prospect of being caught was thrilling, but I still feared the actual reality. Plus, I really needed to get back and play with myself. I arrived in my street and at my own front door with no difficulty and reached up to my hair to retrieve my key from my hair – only to discover with shock that it wasn't there! I had a horrible sinking feeling for a moment, imagining that I had lost my key and would have to spend time retracing my steps until I found it. But then I realised the simple truth – I hadn't ever taken my key out of the pocket of my shorts, meaning it was probably still there, back where I had discarded my clothing. All I had to do was return to my discarded clothes and I could pick it up, get dressed again and then walk home. I was more cautious walking back than I had been getting home – nervous and jumpy. It was getting later in the day and I was conscious that some people may come home or at least be out and about on their lunch breaks from work. I found being naked in public exciting, but I didn't want to land myself in trouble because I had fancied some kinky fun. Fortunately, it was still quiet when I arrived back at my clothes. I picked up my shorts and dipped my hand into the pocket – my key was there! I went to pull my shorts back on, and paused. Why should I? One more naked trip through the neighbourhood wouldn't hurt. It was still quiet enough, and nobody would see me if I moved quickly. Leaving my discarded clothes back on the ground, I walked quickly away and back in the direction of home. I was just turning into one of the streets on my block when I saw the car. It was honestly the first moving vehicle I had seen on my naked walks, and I froze in panic. There was no way I could take cover before the driver saw me if they came in this direction, and my whole adventure could be ruined! Fortunately, when they were still far enough away that I could tell myself they hadn't seen me (or at least, hadn't been able to see I was naked), they turned off into a distant side road. My heart, which had been pounding, gradually calmed down, but I didn't dilly-dally and made my way back home. I was almost to my house, literally 10 meters from my driveway, when I heard the sound of an engine behind me. I again panicked, and did what seemed, at the time, to be the only sensible thing – I dived behind a nearby bush, crouched down and hid. I watched as the car pulled up to the sidewalk. It was the same car that I had seen a few moments ago, I was certain of that. A sporty silver Lexus. The car came to a stop, and a window rolled down. I was so scared now. They had obviously seen me, and I'd foolishly chosen to hide rather than running for it. Any pleasure or excitement I had felt at being naked outside was replaced by fear, fear of getting into trouble, of having to explain to my parents why I was running around the neighbourhood in broad daylight with no clothes on. I huddled down, hugging myself and hoping they would go away. "Kendra?" called a woman's voice from the car. "Kendra Wilson?" A chill ran through me. The woman knew me! She hadn't just seen me running around naked, she knew who I was! Desperately, I tried to place her voice. She wasn't someone from school, or one of my parents' friends... Then I realised. The voice was that of Melissa Sanders. Melissa was a woman who lived down the street from us. She was about 15 years older than me – in her early to mid-thirties. Her parents had owned the house she lived in, but they had both passed away and Melissa had inherited. I'd always known her to say "hi" to but our family and theirs had never been particularly close, but she was always friendly towards me. That it was her who had caught me was some consolation, at least – she might not be so likely to tell my parents what I'd been up to. "Kendra?" she called again. "Kendra, I can see you. I can see you hiding there, and I know you don't have any clothes on." Her tone wasn't unfriendly – she was more amused than anything else. "You can come out." I didn't budge.  "Don't be silly," Melissa continued. "I've seen everything already. Why don't you stand up?" I took a deep breath. Why not? Like she said, she'd already seen everything. And truth be told it was getting rather uncomfortable hiding behind that bush. Slowly, I stood up, a "you got me" smile on my face. I covered myself with my arms, then gave up, feeling awkward, and let them hang by my side. It seemed dumb to want to hide my breasts or pussy from another woman. "Very nice," Melissa called from the car. I blushed a little, enjoying the compliment. I'd always liked the positive reactions my body received from men, and now I was getting a similar reaction from a woman, I found I appreciated that too. "Come over here," Melissa called to me. I hesitated, still wary of my own nakedness despite Melissa's positive reaction. "Don't be silly," she repeated. "Come over to the car. I won't bite – promise!" Looking around to make sure nobody else was in the street, I stepped onto the sidewalk and walked quickly over to the car. I suddenly felt very vulnerable. But when I got close enough to the car to look down through the window, I gasped in shock and surprise. Sitting in her car, Melissa was as naked as I was! She didn't have a stitch of clothing on her, and I could see everything. I could see every inch of her bronzed body. I could see her round, full breasts, much larger than mine, her erect nipples and goosebump-textured areolas. I could see her flat, toned stomach, and shapely thighs. I could see her pubic hair, brown like the hair on her head, shaved and trimmed into a fine strip, ending abruptly in smoothness just at the point where her mound divided into her two lips. She had her legs parted slightly – whether from comfort or just from driving – and I could see the shiny pinkness of her slit, the hint of her inner labia between the smooth outer lips. I was lost in the sight of her for a minute, and could only stand, speechless – until my gaze travelled away from her body for a moment – away, and towards her hand. Her hand, which was holding a cellphone, her finger pressing the button to take a picture. My picture. She grinned, and turned the phone to show me. There I saw myself, captured forever in her phone's memory – stark naked on what was clearly my suburban street, stood gawking at the camera, nothing covered, everything on display. I flushed, embarrassed, confused and furious. "What the?!" I exclaimed. "Sorry," Melissa replied. "I just wanted to get something so I could make sure you'd do as you're told." I was dumbfounded – what did she mean? "After all," she continued, her tone sweet and a little mocking, "you wouldn't want this picture to find its way to your mom and dad now, would you?" I couldn't believe it! Here was my neighbour, for some reason driving around completely naked, and she had just taken my picture so she could blackmail me with a threat to tell my parents about me doing something that was not a million miles away from what she herself was doing? This was nuts! I thought on my feet. I'm quick when I have to be! "If you show them that picture," I replied, "I'll tell them exactly what you were wearing when you took it!" Melissa chuckled. "I'm sure you would," she answered, "and I'm sure it would be a little bit embarrassing for me the next time I saw your mom or dad around the neighbourhood. But that's if they believed you, of course... it's not as though you would have any photographic evidence to back it up. And remember, I'm an adult, Kendra – there's nobody you can tell about me doing this that would get me into anything like the trouble I could get you into..." Rats! She'd got me there. It's true, the best I could hope for was to say "she was naked too," which, on reflection, probably wouldn't be much help to me in explaining what I was doing on the street in broad daylight with no clothes on. "You got me there," I said. I was a little bit mad, but truth was, Melissa never struck me as a mean person and so I thought I still had a good chance of her keeping the secret, if I played along. "What can I give you to get that photo deleted?" "Just your time, honey," Melissa replied with a smile. "Get in." "Huh?" "Get in the car," she elaborated. "I want you to come with me, right now, just as you are – as we both are, in fact. If you come with me and agree to do what I say today, I'll delete the picture tonight."  "Where are we going?" I asked. "What is it you want me to do?" "I'll explain when we get there. Truth is, I'm not sure yet – but I have a few ideas..."  I was a little worried by that. But Melissa's smile was genuine and despite the fact she was blackmailing me, I felt strangely reassured. I also didn't want to be out on the street naked any more than I had to be. I opened the passenger door, and slid into the car. It felt incredibly strange to be sitting naked in that car. I could feel the upholstery of the car seat against by bare skin, warm where the sun had heated it through the windshield. I put on my seatbelt – it was uncomfortable, passing between my naked breasts, the stiff edge of the belt digging into the skin of my chest. Melissa put the car into drive, and away we went. As we drove, we talked. I didn't ask questions about what she had planned for me – not because I wasn't concerned, quite the opposite in fact. But there were other, bigger questions that needed answering.  The main one being... "So why are you driving around naked?" "I could certainly ask the same of you," Melissa replied, laughing. "Well, not the driving part! But the naked part, at least." "I..." I paused for a minute, trying to think of how to describe what I had been feeling the past few days. "It was just fun, you know? It felt good. It was weird and fun and naughty and different and I got a kick out of it." "How many times have you walked in public naked like this now?" Melissa asked. "Four," I answered. Melissa laughed. "Nice! I saw you the other day, but I didn't know if you'd done it any other times. Well done you!" "You saw me before?" "Yes. You were a long way off though. I didn't catch up with you before you got home, you were almost at your house when I spotted you." "Oh, right... is that why you're naked now too?" I asked. "Because you saw me doing it?" Melissa laughed. "Oh no! Not at all honey! I've been doing this a long time now. Probably for all the same reasons you do it, though." "So how come you're driving around naked now then? Where are your clothes?" "Back at my office," she admitted. "You know where I work? Johnson's?" I hadn't known, just that she worked in an office. "Well," she continued, "I have my own office there, right by the elevator which goes right down to the parking lot. There are a lot of days when the office is almost empty, and on most of those there is nobody in my part of the building at all. Nearly everyone there takes their lunch later than me, and nobody else ever seems to leave the building. So quite often I will be by myself all day. I find it quite fun to lock the door of my office, take off all my clothes and work in the nude. And sometimes, when I am feeling especially brave, I will leave my office without getting dressed, go to the elevator, go down to the parking lot, get in my car and go for a little naked drive! "So, when I saw you walking the street in your birthday suit, skipping along happily, I knew you were a girl after my own heart! To me, there is nothing more exciting than being completely naked somewhere that I shouldn't be, in danger at any moment of being caught and exposed, and having everybody see everything I've got to show. Wouldn't you say the same?" I had to admit that I agreed with her, and that right now I was very much enjoying myself. Part of that, definitely, was that I was currently naked passenger in a car that had now left the suburbs behind and was heading into more traffic-heavy, busy areas (I hunched down a little in my seat but I knew from being outside the car and seeing in that high sides and tinted glass in the windows meant that someone would have to be looking pretty carefully to realise both the driver and passenger of the car were naked women). But another part of that was also down to the company. Melissa was warm, friendly, fun and, despite being maybe 15 years older than me, looked absolutely gorgeous. She had a naturally curvy figure – full breasts and rounded hips – but she also clearly worked hard at her appearance, with fat being scarce on her stomach and thighs and toned muscles visible when she moved her arms. Her brunette hair was long but pinned up and she wore gold earrings and a large pair of sunglasses to shield her eyes from the bright day. To be naked, with only a few inches of space between us, and her as naked as me, was really something else. I wasn't certain but I thought from the way she would look at me (when her eyes weren't on the road) she was enjoying my nakedness too. I'd never been intimate with another woman before. Sure, when drunk at parties girl friends and I had made out, mostly to encourage boys to give us more drinks. But I'd only ever experienced sexual arousal alone or in the presence of men. But right now, despite the fact neither of us were touching, I felt our shared nudity was something intimate, and enticing, and very appealing. We chatted away comfortably, openly expressing our enjoyment of nudity and covering a variety of other topics, until finally it seemed pertinent for me to ask: where were we going? "It's lunchtime," Melissa answered, "we're going to get lunch." Sure enough, moments later we arrived at a Burger King. "Want to get drive-thru?" Melissa asked, turning to me with a wicked grin. I grinned back. I had seen videos on the internet where women had gone through drive-thrus naked or topless, and that seemed like fun. If that was all the Melissa had planned for me, I felt quite relieved. When we got closer to the restaurant, though, we could see that there was quite a line of cars stretching away from the drive-thru lane. "Gosh darn it," Melissa exclaimed when she saw the line. "I really don't wanna have to wait, I'm so hungry right now." And she pulled the car away from the drive-thru lane and into the (comparatively empty) restaurant parking lot. I started to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Melissa?" I began. "What are we doing?" She parked the car, quite far from the restaurant entrance, then turned to me. Her grin, if anything, was even more wicked. "I've just decided what you're going to do to earn me deleting that photo," she said. "Melissa, no..." I groaned. I had an idea what was coming. Melissa just laughed. "Yes," she said. "I want you to go into the restaurant and get our orders." I refused, of course. I crossed my arms and pouted and told Melissa point blank that there was no way I was going to walk naked into Burger King and buy food. No way at all I was going to do that. Nuh-uh. Until Melissa reminded me of the picture she'd taken. As she put it, I could either be seen naked by a bunch of strangers – or by my parents. When it came down to it, I had a bad choice either way, but I chose to go with the one that would be over and done with the quickest – I was going to go into Burger King with no clothes on. My legs were already wobbling as I got out of the car and began to walk across the parking lot. I had never felt so exposed in all my life. I had one arm across my breasts, trying to cover my nipples, while my other hand was flat on my crotch, to keep some modesty by hiding my smooth shaven private parts from view. But there was no doubting the fact that I was completely naked in a public place. A few customers inside the restaurant had already noticed me by the time I got close to the building. It had big, wide windows and I was clearly visible to them as I crossed the parking lot. Some simply stared at me, but others (though I could not yet hear them) were definitely pointing, laughing and calling others to the window to see the naked girl walking briskly towards them. So by the time I reached the door of the Burger King, I had pretty much guaranteed myself an audience. I pushed open the door and stepped into the restaurant. Outside it was a warm day – inside, my bare skin registered the change to cool, air-conditioned temperatures. With not even glass between me and the other people in the restaurant I felt more exposed than ever – surrounded on all sides by fully-dressed people, the sensation of being naked was scary and overwhelming.  Of course, by now more or less everyone in the restaurant had noticed me. My head was swimming, so I couldn't really make out what some of the guys were saying to me – but it seemed to be supposed to be complimentary (when in fact it was probably actually quite offensive). I stood there, unable to move, one arm folded across my chest to cover my nipples, my other hand pressed against myself between my legs. It was poor coverage – for one thing, my entire naked butt was on display, a fact some guys had realised as they walked around the edge of the dining area in the restaurant to get a better view of me. Of course, getting a view of me was not all they were doing. The male restaurant customers were whooping and hollering it up, delighted that a naked woman had wandered into their otherwise unremarkable lunch venue. There were shouts of "hey baby" and "hey sexy mama", as well as some much more explicit statements about parts of my anatomy (even the parts currently hidden by my hands). Meanwhile other patrons, mostly women, were expressing shock and surprise of their own. Mothers covered or averted their kids' eyes (which somehow offended me more than the catcalls from men – what was there about my naked body that made it unsuitable for the eyes of children?), high-school girls laughed, or glowered (if they were with their boyfriends and felt they were suddenly paying me more attention than they liked). I blushed furiously, lowering my eyes to the ground. I felt dizzy and sick, and the world was spinning around me. I was totally naked, in front of all of these people, with no explanation, no excuse. I'd gone "streaking" around my neighbourhood and ended up in over my head. Instead of going home and masturbating happily in private, I had found myself by some amazing coincidence the unwilling puppet of my neighbour, who for some reason was as naked as I was, but safe in the comfort of her car. I gritted my teeth. Deep breaths, Kendra. Just get through this. Order the food and get out. I took one, two, three unsteady steps forward. Then I stopped. In the swimming, blurred crowd ahead, a familiar face stood out for me. His name was Mark. We'd gone to High School together. He had been so cool, I'd harboured a huge crush on him, even when I was dating other guys. He'd never even noticed me, of course. But I'd always hoped he would. Well, he noticed me now. He was staring, his burger held half-way to his open mouth. There was no doubting he recognised me. My face felt hot with blushing. Panic gripped me. He recognised me. He knew me, he knew people who knew me. Everyone was going to find out eventually that Kendra Wilson had walked into Burger King stark naked, I was never going to be allowed to forget it, never going to live down the shame. Thoughts of fulfilling the dare, of complying with Melissa's wishes and getting her to delete my photo, vanished in an instance. Wild panic replaced embarrassment and modesty. My arms dropped – giving the restaurant customers a full, uninterrupted view of my body – and then I turned and bolted. I ran through the door, back across the parking lot, until I reached Melissa's car. I flung open the passenger door, threw myself in, and slammed it behind me. For a moment I was breathless, motionless, and silent – then Melissa turned to me and asked, "what happened?" and in response I burst into tears. I blubbed and sobbed, real ugly-girl crying. I guess Melissa had planned to scold me for returning without the burgers – she had this whole kind of kinky dominatrix thing going on with ordering me about, I realised that now – but once she saw how upset I was I think that act went out of the window, and was replaced by genuine concern. Concern, but also a sense of self preservation. People who had watched me run from the restaurant had seen me get into Melissa's car, and even now a few had stepped outside the restaurant and were walking over. If they got close to the car they would see Melissa was also naked, and she had no wish to be caught driving nude with a hysterical naked teenager in the passenger seat. Quickly she backed the car out of the parking space, put it in drive and sped out of the Burger King parking lot. She was only on the road for perhaps 30 seconds before she spied another, emptier, lot at the back of some buildings, and pulled in. She stopped the car, turned off the ignition, and then unbuckled her seatbelt and threw her arms around me. I buried my face in her bare shoulder, and sobbed away. I could feel the warmth and soft smoothness of her bare skin against my own. She felt wonderful and smelled even better, and she stroked my hair and soothed me. Gradually, I stopped crying and lifted my face from her shoulder. I sat back, apart from her embrace. "Look at that," she said, "you've gone and gotten me all wet." I looked first at her shoulder, where my tears had fallen – then my gaze travelled down her body, to settle on her naked crotch. For a moment she said and did nothing, then she followed my eyes down to look at herself – and we both burst out laughing! "I'm sorry!" she said between helpless laughter. "That wasn't what I meant! Poor choice of words!" I just grinned. "Now I don't know whether to be disappointed?" She laughed again. "OK, scratch this conversation, time to start over. What happened back there?" I explained everything, a gush of words pouring forth as I described all the feelings I'd had, how overwhelmed being nude in front of all those people had been – and how I'd seen, and been seen by, someone I knew. Surprisingly, now I was away from the moment, I didn't feel any negativity around what had happened – a little residual embarrassment, but no fear, no panic, and no remorse or regret either. Melissa listened attentively. She occasionally bit her lip – I suppose it could have been sympathetic, but as an expression it seemed more to me to be an attempt to suppress some feeling of arousal. Her nipples were standing to attention and she made no move to cover them; I got the sense that some aspects of my story, if not all of them, were turning her on. But if she was excited by my account, she was at least considerate enough to show only sympathy, rather than excitement. Or anger. I suppose I had been afraid that she would be cross with me for not completing her instructions, for running from the restaurant rather than ordering food. I'd been a disobedient naked servant, and I had half expected to be punished – but it seemed like her game was postponed, at least for a short while, so she could make sure that I was OK. "I'm sorry," she said when I was finished. "I shouldn't have put you into that situation. You're so new to this, but you were radiating so much self-confidence that I almost forgot that. I asked you to go from, well, not zero but about 12 , to 100 straight away." "It's OK," I said, and I meant it. In truth, when I thought back I felt proud of what I had done. It was really an extension of what I'd been doing anyway. Exhibitionism. Exposing my naked body in public because it excited me to do so. True, I wouldn't have chosen of my own accord to do it the way I had, but with Melissa's urging I'd done a real "bucket list" thing. Despite how I had freaked out, I felt pleased she'd made me do it. Melissa, though, remained contrite. "It's not OK," she said. "I'm so thoughtless. I had seen you out in the neighbourhood all naked, and rather than embrace you as a kindred spirit I tried to take advantage of you, tried to blackmail you into doing something I wasn't brave enough to do myself." "What?" I was surprised. Melissa, naked in her car, had seemed to me so self-assured that I had assumed that picking up hamburgers naked was a thing she did all the time. I said as much. "No," she shook her head, smiling but, for the first time today, actually seeming a little embarrassed. "I always fantasised about doing it, but never had the nerve. This sort of exhibitionism always gets me going – but as soon as I get to the point of actually doing it, I chicken out When I saw you, I hatched a plan because I figured if I wasn't going to do it myself, the next best thing would be to get a goddamn gorgeous girl like you to do it for me.." "So you're not the big brave lady exhibitionist?" I asked, not unkindly. "Well, I wouldn't say that," she said. "I've been exposing myself in all sorts of ways since I was way younger than you are now. I'm certainly not the shy and retiring type. But full on, naked-in-public scenarios like that? It's always been the dream, but I never made it reality..." I asked Melissa about her history as an exhibitionist. I was coming around rapidly to the idea that that was what I was, and I was interested to know what she'd done. As she sat in front of me, nude and perfect, describing some of the flashing, exposing and streaking she'd done in her life, as she talked about how she'd shown her body to family, to friends and to strangers, I found myself imagining what it must have been like, picturing myself in those situations. My pulse quickened, my nipples hardened, and a knot of tension began to form inside me, between my legs. Melissa's stories were funny and interesting but they were also damn sexy, and hearing them was arousing me like nothing else. "Look at us," I said. "Are you as turned on as I am right now?" Melissa gasped for a second. "Are you always this upfront? I thought girls your age were all innocent!" she laughed. I smiled. "I'm 19, and I'm no shrinking violet! Besides, it's not like either of us is in a state where we can hide it. We're both naked, in case you forgot." "How could I?" she grinned. "And yes, since there's no point hiding it, yes, I am incredibly turned on right now and to be honest I've been riding that wave since the moment you parked that beautiful bare butt of yours in my car." "Well then," I said after a moment, "let's use that." "What do you mean?" she asked.  "Well," I continued. "I think I've got one up on you at the moment. And it's something you did always want to do, you said yourself. And we haven't had any lunch yet..." – We walked across the parking lot towards the Burger King restaurant. We were hand in hand, Melissa and I. Our free hands hung loose at our sides – we weren't covering anything. We were letting everyone see every inch of our nakedness. To say we felt nervous was an understatement – every fibre in my body was telling me to turn and run – but what was pushing us forward was an excitement greater than any fear we felt. We walked into the restaurant and the reaction again was much as it had been before. We'd sat talking for almost an hour, so this was most likely a different set of customers to the ones who had seen me walk in naked before, but the effect we had was exactly the same. This time though, I didn't feel embarrassment, or like I wanted to dive in a hole and hide. Instead I just turned to Melissa, and we grinned at each other. We walked hand-in-hand up the aisle of the restaurant to the counter. The guy behind the counter was young, black and cute, and he grinned broadly as we approached. "What can I get you lovely ladies today?" he asked. We leaned against the counter – it came up to above our waists, and I felt cold plastic-coated wood press against my bare thighs and belly – while we decided what to order. Melissa slipped an arm around my waist, resting it there, lightly, just above my butt, hand curved around my hip. I didn't mind. In the end, we stuck to milkshakes. With real sadness the server stepped back from the counter to fix them for us – although he kept looking back over his shoulder at us while he did so. Staff in the kitchens kept peering round the brushed metal cookers and machines to catch a glimpse of us, and as we stood and waited for our 'shakes, customers approached us. Mostly male, the offered compliments (both clean and, well, not-so-clean!) on our bodies and asked (or didn't bother to ask) to take our picture on their camera phones. Well, how could we stop them? We just went with it, holding on to each other for safety, beaming grins of excitement.  One young woman approached and asked what was, of course, a reasonable question – why were we naked? "Hot day," Melissa replied without further elaboration. "Not the only hot thing here," I murmured, low so only she could hear it. We both dissolved again into giggles. Our milkshakes fixed, and paid for, we beat a hasty retreat out of the restaurant. Not all the patrons had been so welcoming – some of the guys approaching us, seeing our willingness to indulge their catcalls and requests for pictures (including some taken with us, rather than just of us), had begun to get a little handsy, and many of the other customers were actively hostile, expressing vocally their opinions on how what we were doing was "disgusting", how we were "whores" and "sluts" and "disgraceful" to be parading nude in a "family place." Some killjoy had probably called the cops already, so we had no intention of staying any longer than we had to, and we headed briskly back to the car and drove away. I don't think either of us spoke about what we'd done, or what we were going to do next. We simply drove, decisively, back towards our neighbourhood. I felt as though I was going to explode – the tension of my arousal was incredible. I'd never been so turned on in all my life, the memory of being naked in front of all those people and the reality of seeing Melissa's nude body as she sat beside me in the car were almost too much to bear. We screeched to a halt in Melissa's driveway and wordlessly we both scrambled from the car and dashed towards her house. She was eager, she fumbled the key in the lock, but after what felt like an eternity the front door was open and we bundled inside, kicking the door closed behind us. Instantly she pinned me against the wall, and I kissed her, full and passionate on the mouth. We embraced hungrily, tongues writhing together, her hands around my wrists, holding me motionless, as if she feared I would run; but she needn't have worried. While I had plenty of experience with guys, I'd never gone further than kissing another woman before – certainly never been locked in a passionate, naked embrace with one before – but I was decided in my desire. I was aroused, I longed to be touched and caressed – Melissa was more than willing to accommodate and, indeed, shared my wants. I had no intention of doing anything other than going to bed with her. Perhaps sensing this, she allowed my hands to go free, and I responded by wrapping my arms around her, grabbing her bare butt (how lovely it felt) and pulling her closer to me, before our mouths came together for another kiss. She broke free for a moment, to look me in the eyes and, smiling, said the first words she had said since we left the restaurant – a one work question: "bed?" I nodded. "Bed." We raced up the stairs – Melissa first, me following (and ogling her perfectly-toned bare butt). Like a naked tornado we burst into the bedroom (it was untidy – she'd obviously not planned on having company today) and fell upon the bed – and upon each other. In most of my previous experiences of lovemaking, there was an element of undressing involved as part of the foreplay – that little mystery being unlocked as you gradually uncover more of your partner's body. Here, there was none of that – Melissa and I had been naked together the entire time we had been in each other's company today. Instead, what was new and exciting and mysterious was the sensation – the touch and taste of one another's skin. We were giving in to desires we had, I realised, both been suppressing for the past few hours. When I had gotten into Melissa's car and seen she was as naked as I was, I should have understood then and there that we would end up in bed together by the end of the day. We had both wanted it – all it took was the realisation that the other wanted it too. We kissed, passionately, on our lips and all over our bodies. I took one of her nipples lightly between my teeth – she let out a little squeal of delight. She caressed my breasts, running her own tongue around the puckered areolas, smiling as I gasped in pleasure at the sensation. She rolled me over, one knee between my legs. I pushed up, pressing my sex against her thigh, feeling her in turn press herself against me. We ground together, kissing, caressing, breathing hard. She kissed my neck, breathily whispering in my ear; "have you ever done this before?" I shook my head, smiling. "With a woman? No," I gasped. "But I'm pretty sure I can figure it out..." My pussy ached with desire. I pushed harder against Melissa's thigh, leaving a smear of wetness on her skin. She separated from me, reached down with her hand, and ran her fingers around the moist, smooth fold of my cunt.  "Show me how you like it," she said. I took her eager hand in mine, separating off the index and middle fingers. She held them rigid – taking them by the base I ran them along my smooth, silky lips, letting her feel the wetness she had helped to cause, before sliding her fingers between them and dragging them, moistened, up, to press her fingertips on my swollen and throbbing clit. I moaned at the touch, and Melissa smiled. I moved the fingers up and down, showing her how I liked to pleasure myself, and then drew away my hand, returning again to caress her nude form as she masturbated me. Her touch was incredible. All day I had been aroused and unable to satisfy my need to pleasure myself – now, freed from suppression, I gushed, moaning softly and happily. I could feel myself approaching the beginning of an orgasm but there was better yet to come, as Melissa drew away her hand. Kneeling in front of me on the bed she drew my knees wide apart with her hands, then leant forward between them, planting a series of light, delightful little kisses on my breasts, then my belly, then down to kiss my inner thighs before, oh my God yes, her mouth found its way to my cunt. She buried her face in my wetness, her tongue lapping at my lips and eagerly finding my clit. She lapped at me, licking me up and down, pushing the tip of her tongue into me – it felt incredible. I'd had guys do this to me but never as well as Melissa was doing it – and I'd never wanted anyone to do it as much as I did her. I pushed against her, lifting up from the bed. I came suddenly, an explosion within me, causing me to moan and almost scream with the incredible release. I bucked and thrashed in the throes of orgasm but Melissa wasn't finished, as I fell back into the subsiding waves of pleasure she continued to lick and kiss, softer now but if anything more intense, bringing me back until moments later I came again, crying louder this time, breathless nonsense until I was dizzy and tingling. Melissa drew herself up, pressing her naked body to mine as I lay, nearly stunned, on the bed. She stroked my hair, pushing stray strands back from where sweat had plastered them to my forehead, and kissed me. I tasted myself on her lips and tongue. "OK," she said after the kiss, smiling, "your turn now." What more is there to tell? I more than returned the favour to Melissa – drunk on her taste and her scent I ate her out until she came and then pushed my head away, laughing and gasping, her orgasm continuing even without my touch. We made love for much of the rest of the day until, finally spent, we lay under the covers of her bed, nude and wrapped in each others' arms, sleepy from our exertions. "What shall we do now?" Melissa asked drowsily. At first I didn't answer. "Well, you know something?" I said at last. "What?" came her reply. "I still don't have any clothes with me..."

A Day at The Gym by Jappio Bad Luck at the Gym Part 1 “I’ve got my membership card… wait… where is it…?” Suzie mumbled as she started to search her bag. She saw her wallet, car keys, and everything but the card she needed! Suzie wondered if perhaps it fell out when she was packing. The brunette at the counter asked, “Can’t find it?” “Just one of those days,” Suzie complained with a nervous giggle. Suzie mulled over how the missing card was just another notch in how her day was going. The blonde knew it was bad news for the day when the first thing she does is poor a bowl of cereal, only to find out moments after she was out of milk. After that, her friend she was going to hang out with had a sudden event come up, so Suzie had the day off. With no plans, it seemed a day at the gym could do her some good, some exercise to get her mind off the troubles so far. Her search wasn’t yielding anything, but the receptionist was already looking up Suzie’s membership electronically. Suzie was glad that at least one of them had their head in the game. “Enjoy your time here!” the gym worker said after having finally gotten Suzie signed in properly. Suzie hoped it was a sign of good things to come now that things were straighten out. Suzie moved on to the locker room so she could get on with the rest of her day. The locker room was empty. Suzie was probably the only person there at such a time. Most people probably had things to do! Suzie though preferred to exercise with some privacy, so it would work out she felt. Her jeans and sweater all found their way into her gym bag. She grumbled while looking down at herself. Another victim of her string of misfortune that morning was her wardrobe while dressing. A sports bra was a must, but her panties hardly matched the look. The dainty and thin cotton panties stuck out, but were the only realistic option. Suzie’s laundry was backed up due to the machine at her place being on the fritz. The pink and black design was strikingly cuter than the simple gray sports bra, but she wasn’t looking for that sort of attention. Really, the two items just clashed a lot. Luckily the locker room was empty, so Suzie got shorts on to cover the fashion-shame. Holding her shirt up, Suzie realized she was forgetting to put some deodorant on. She hooked the shirt on the open door of the locker and turned back to her bag. She dug around, reaching down to get into it. By the time she had her deodorant applied and had her eyes set on her shirt, it had moved… along with the door into the closed position! Suzie probably bumped the door with her hip when she’d been bent over. She lightly pulled on the shirt, but the door had it pinched now that it was shut and had its locked engaged. Taking her assigned key for the lock, Suzie tried to get the thing to un-jam. Turning did nothing though. Was the lock broken? She checked to make sure the key was the right one. Both said “G06” she was sure. After another turn, it made a menacing scraping noise. Suzie knew something had to be wrong. Suzie wasn’t about to be beat by a cheap locker, so she tugged on the handle as hard as she could. Doors don’t just get stuck shut so easily! She pulled and tugged, and she’d been right, the door was never THAT stuck. With so much strength put into her pull, the door flung right open! As it opened, Suzie also caused her shirt’s downfall . One end of the shirt stayed wedged in the slot for the lock, while the other stayed attached to the door. A huge gash was made right across the front of the fabric! “Noooo!” Suzie called out, frustrated at the sound alone. She quickly examined her shirt. Her face turned red; she felt so foolish to let something like this happen. The blonde put the shirt on, hoping it wouldn’t be so bad. However, the tear was tacky; it went from her bra to her belly button in a diagonal. It wasn’t going to work. They day seemed further ruined. She couldn’t exercise in rags. Suzie didn’t want to admit that another set of plans fell through. That’s when Suzie realized there was a way to rebel against her fate. She took the shirt, and jammed it into the locker with her bag. “No reason I can’t go out like this. I’ve shown more on the beach! Some girls work out with just a sports bra all the time, right?” Suzie only had herself to convince and that argument was enough. She was about to close the door, and thought better of it. She didn’t have any valuables she needed hidden, and the key to the lock did seem a bit banged up. Suzie kept the door open, and walked out, intending to start with some yoga! Suzie was going to make sure the day went her way from that point forth! The bra-clad girl ignored her situation all the way to the yoga room. Suzie didn’t see a soul, and was ready to start right with her initial stretching once finding her own mat. She was doing her best to find peace in the situation, and let that mood carry her through some calm and mindless stretching. It was having the right effect. Even at first the appearance of two more girls didn’t shake her at all. Suzie let them be, not even giving them much more than a glance as they entered. She just continued to stretch and balance. Why should she care about her state of dress? Suzie was nearly working up a sweat when she noticed something odd. She could hear what was light chatter between the girls, but couldn’t make out what it was about. She stole a peek, and realized the two were staring her way! Suzie avoided keeping eye contact. Why were they looking? Suzie worried some sort of mistake had been made. Were her shorts intact? Had her bra let a breast slip out? No, her clothing was quite in place she found when she did a pat down. That’s when wondered if it was her sports bra. Was it as decent as she assumed? Maybe it did show more than some she’d seen girls wear. Though firm, the garment did offer a bit of a few of cleavage. Suzie could see herself in the mirror in front of her. Was it perhaps a bit too much? Another look back and Suzie was sure she had to be the subject of some gossiping! Her face grew redder. She wanted to defend herself, but admitting to the mistake in the locker room wouldn’t be her proudest of moments. Then if her bra was indecent, it would be like admitting to second mistake, leaving the locker room with it as her only upper cover. Removing herself from the room was her best option she thought. “Just don’t let them know it bothers you,” Suzie coached herself. Her path was set to the door back to the hall. While strolling with just a bra up top, she again caught the girls staring. She was going to act like everything was normal, try and appear without guilt. “Be sure to not work too hard ladies!” She quipped with the most genuine smile she could manage. “You too! Best of luck,” the black haired girl responded. It didn’t seem catty. Was Suzie incorrect and the girls didn’t find her attire odd? Perhaps they were just good at acting like it. The second girl was avoiding eye contact. Suzie was out in the hall, and wandering down it, unsure what to do next. She was feeling silly for being so intimidated by just the two girls. It had to be in her head! Suzie felt the rough start was still affecting her. She had to stay positive! The staring was probably just in her head, and her bra really couldn’t be too bad! Suzie knew she was second guessing herself with the new found worries. Using the exercise machines seemed like the next logical step after her warm up. Suzie headed right inside the room once she reached it. Again, the room was just to her, and she was able to find her seat and begin the more serious part of her work out. Taking on a few different machines, Suzie was making head way into her exercise for the day. The distraction was well suited for making her forget about her worries. After a few minutes though, her peace was interrupted again, this time by a group of three. They were slow to start doing anything, instead chatting to among themselves. Their gaze didn’t drift to Suzie though, so she paid them no heed. The other girls were rotating about their own machines once they got started, and so Suzie felt just as alone as she did before. She was now determined to not let her missing shirt bother her. After her most recent conquest, a few reps on the lateral pull down machine, Suzie moved to get up. She stopped dead in her tracks though, and not because she pulled a muscle. It wasn't horribly audible, but she had heard it… a snapping noise! It wasn't just any noise either; it was one Suzie felt she knew too well. Glancing backwards and down, Suzie's vision trailed what it could of her bare lower back. Near the top, she saw a few black and pink stripes… her panties! Just a couple of inches below the waistband of her panties was the waistband of her shorts! Suzie tried tugging on them. They felt loose. She followed the shorts waistband around, seeing if they had indeed torn like she feared. She didn't find any breakage in the weaves though, so perhaps it was her imagination and they just had lowered on their own? Suzie was worried if the other girls noticed, who still seemed busy. None were looking her way, and hopefully didn't notice how she was examining her clothing. Suzie sighed relief when she was able to stand, and keep her shorts up with a hand. She was twice as relieved when she noticed they weren’t even sagging on their own. Suzie let go of the shorts… and they stayed in place. Pretending to do some stretching, Suzie twisted and turned while no eyes were on her. The shorts weren't moving. She was trying to determine if something did tear. With nothing being out of the ordinary, Suzie was sure the noise had to be something else, or something more minor like one of the leg holes. Suzie couldn't find anything had gone wrong with her bra either. The girls still weren't looking towards the blonde, so she decided to just move on. She couldn't believe a non-incident had spooked her out of the routine again. Suzie told herself she'd have to stop worrying too much. She skipped over to the treadmills, ready to do some light jogging. Though only a single layer, the sports bra was enough to contain Suzie's breasts from bobbing around. The round mounds were held firm to her chest, and she was able to jog away in place thanks to the spinning belt below her. Suzie was focusing as best she could, running was always a challenge part of her workouts, and she wanted to push a bit further than usual endurance wise. She tried to not let her tiredness slow her down or stop her. Suzie kept her pace fairly even till she felt her shorts slipping down! The feeling was minor, but Suzie was lucky enough to tell what was happening sooner rather than later. She took a hand from one of the side bars so she could reach down. The shorts hadn't lowered too much, but a quarter of her butt was starting to hang out! Maybe it was the elastic that snapped earlier! Suzie tried to tug them up, but finding them so loose rattled her some. She tried to twist and investigate, but the treadmill was still moving. The clumsy girl was already risking she'd tumble down hard, so she threw both her hands back to side bars and quicken her leg movement to catch back up! Her shorts lowered again, just barely past the half way point of her butt. Suzie quickly slapped the stop button on the machine with one hand, and tried to rescue her shorts with the other. The slowed motion on the machine made her stumble though, and she did little more than hold her shorts in place. "Ugg!" Suzie gasped in frustration, trying to find her footing again. That's when she heard a loud gasp! Suzie stood straight at attention and turned around, looking for the source. While twisting, she lost grip of her shorts which found themselves pooled at her thighs. The sound was from around one of the columns, it was probably the other girls using the machines. The sound was thankfully not anyone discovering her mooning her pantied-butt! Suzie was happy she wasn’t being started at. She hovered her hands behind her to find something to help her find stabilize her stance, still off balanced from being half turned and with her shorts lowered. Instead, her hand found the dial that turned the machine on. Whirring into action, the belt under Suzie's feet began to feed out again. She felt herself get jerked forward, her hands only able to grip at the side bars to slow her decent as her feet were dragged out from underneath her. With a light and gentle thud, Suzie's pantied-butt landed on the treadmill. Suzie twisted, trying to get back up. The machine wasn't moving fast, instead slowly trying to suck her away from the console. She managed to get on her knees, but it was tough to stand now that her shorts were getting tangled in that same spot! Suzie dragged herself up, but felt the fabric of the shorts lower to her ankles! Suzie was in a panic. She wasn't at any risk of harm, but she was half dressed and practically tumbling on the slow running treadmill. She wasn't sure what would be more embarrassing, her state of dress or total lack of grace! Suzie made the call to just ignore the shorts and try to get up onto her feet. One foot actually already slipped from the garment. The blonde finally was high up enough to see and even reach parts of the console. The off button wasn't in range, but she could at least try to slow the machine down even more from its crawl! She twisted the dial and soon found it was a bit easier to fight the pull. Being able to step forward though was made easier by the fact that she lost the bit of tugging weight on her right foot. The cotton shorts that had been dangling from them were half wedged under the belt during Suzie's climb forward. With the machine still pulling them, the freed article of clothing was pulled further under the belt! Suzie placed both her feet on the stable sides of the machine. She grimaced at the look of her body. She was in just bra and panties now, and her bare midriff and thighs made the cutesy underwear stick out even more. Suzie felt she'd die of embarrassment if she were being watched, especially since the cotton stripes were stretched so thin against her spread legs! The shape of her butt surely was obvious through them from behind too! Suzie didn't notice what had happened to her shorts yet. She took the time to look for the clothing. She saw them sticking out from the side of the barely moving belt. She learned long ago to not questions the odds of something going wrong like that. She shut off the machine, finally safe to move about on it without making any more silly mistakes. One gripping her shorts, Suzie realized that lady luck was not smiling upon her today. Somehow, just like her shirt, the shorts were stuck! They were half beneath the belt, and possibly wedged in some sort of tread or gear! No sort of angle of pull seemed able to free them! Suzie was huffing and puffing as she tried to free her lower wear. Her shorts couldn't be gone! A sports bra was one thing to be working out in public… panties would not be acceptable! She didn't want to let things get this out of hand! It was no use. She only risked ruining the clothing itself if she continued, and it wouldn't do her any good like that. Suzie recoiled away from the edge of the machine, stepping off it and away from where she'd remembered the girls being. They had become quiet, and Suzie had to hope they weren't spying on her from some corner somewhere. Suzie splayed both her hands in front of her panties as she backed up to a wall. She tried to think how she'd get out of this mess. Bad Luck at the Gym Part 2 Suzie felt the back of her legs press on the cool wall. She tried to stay near the side of the room, away from being out in the open. She knew she didn't have much clothing anymore. Legs, arms, midriff… it was all exposed! She could almost hear the sound of the other girls talking. She wasn't being spied on at least by them it seemed. Yet all they would have to do was go to another set of machines, and Suzie in just her underwear would be in their line of sight! Suzie began to side step, looking for a place to hide The supply closet on the other side of the room wouldn't be the wisest to get to, she'd be caught before she would make it in. Underneath a bench press wouldn't really be well hidden. None of the other machines were solid enough to totally hide her. Suzie would probably just raise suspicion if seen crouching behind something anyways. The sound of the main door closing was the last thing Suzie heard before the silence. Did someone enter or did someone leave? The blonde couldn't hear the sound of anyone working out or chatting, so maybe the group of three had left! It was risky to check, but Suzie left her wall and approached the area she had last seen the girls. She had to know. And with a few careful steps, she soon could see the rest of the equipment room that was hidden by the pillar. Suzie was alone now, but being alone didn't make her any more covered. She had a time limit now. She had to find cover before she was caught. The closest clothing to her was the shorts that were trapped in the treadmill. She had no way to fix the problem, but perhaps the staff did? She didn't want to just stand trying to cover her shame though while someone retrieved them for her. Getting to her locker would be a chore too. She had to risk crossing almost the whole building to get back there. She wasn't sure she could pull off that much travel without being caught. The odds of pulling something like that off were rarely good for Suzie. It took her quite a few minutes to start formulating a plan. She spent a lot of her time fretting, wondering how she'd get away with any of this. There were no towels, clothing, or cover she could find in the room. Once or twice the girl tried to see if there was any help in the hall, but surveying from the door never yielded any results. She was too scared to blindly check any nearby rooms. "What if I got someone to come fix the machine… and maybe they'd leave the shorts out for me to grab? Or worst case… I tell them what happened and just own up to it. It'll be embarrassing, but better explain the accident than be caught trying to sneak around in my underwear," Suzie thought out loud. She hated the idea of telling someone she lost her shorts to a machine. She didn't want to stand around with her underwear out in the open either. Yet she had to be mature about it, and do things the proper way. After a few minutes of psyching herself up, Suzie picked up the phone in the room. She dialed the extension for the front desk and waited. It took awhile for anyone to pick up. Each moment, Suzie felt the nerve drain from her body. She had wanted to get it over with, but every ring gave her more time to dread the coming conversation! Suzie was trying to plan what she would say, but it all sounded as ridiculous as, "Hello, I lost my pants, could you help?" Suzie was startled when she heard the phone finally connect, she could just barely hear there was someone on the other end. Hesitantly, Suzie asked into the receive, “Hello?” Seeing if someone were actually listening. “Sorry, this is the front desk, how can I help?” The voice on the other end responded. The woman sounded a bit distracted, and out of breath. It sounded like she’d just got done working out too. Suzie wasn't able to do it. She couldn't describe everything about the situation over the phone. She was going to wait to go over it all. “Yeah, um, in the exercise machine room… the treadmill isn’t working well, something seems to be jammed in it, I’m heading out to another room, but if you could come here and fix that?” Suzie's nerve was all gone. Mid-run-on-sentence she changed plans. Her new plan was to hide and then she'd be able to just come in after it was fixed! “It’ll just be a moment, I’ll be down there soon,” the girl on the other end responded. With a click, the phone was hung up. Suzie looked about. She knew it was a bad idea to just go with a plan she hadn't thought through, but she couldn't help it now! She was wondering if she should wait there and explain, or run and hide like she wanted. A look down at her panties, Suzie tried to picture what it would be like to find her. Her face was burning hot. Scenarios of her standing without any clothes ran through her head, being teased for her missing clothing as the staff worked on the treadmill. She pictured every employee being called to "help" with the problem, all seeing the unlucky girl in just her underwear. What if other guests arrived too, and each were told of how Suzie ended up like this?! Suzie wasn't sure if anyone would be so cruel to make her sit through that. Yet the possibility was enough to frighten her, and she knew she had to get to a hiding spot! The supply closet wouldn't work if it had any needed tools for the treadmill. Suzie's only option would be to leave the room! Suzie scurried to the door any moment; the person at the desk would be coming or whoever she might send to do the repairs. Suzie had to get out, and into another room! The hall was empty as Suzie got out. She didn’t' see anyone in either direction. She had to find a nearby room, but that seemed tough. Down the hall one way, there was the lobby, the exercise room past there, and the locker room even further down. She wasn't sure what was the other way, besides the pool. Decisions had to be made quickly. She then heard the footsteps of someone coming from the lobby! The desk girl was probably on her way! Suzie turned on a dime and tried to run towards the pool room. It was too far she worried, her pantied-butt jiggling would be seen! Suzie closed her eyes, hoping that something could go right and she'd somehow make it out without staff finding her running the halls undressed! "In here!" came a void as Suzie felt a grip on her forearm. She was tugged to the side, and through an open door way! Soon she was out of the hall, and not a moment too soon as she was sure she had seen someone exit the lobby, but thankfully head the other direction. Suzie sighed in relief. "Oh wow, thanks. That was close!" Suzie breathed in gratitude. She looked up, and looked to her saviors. The black and brown haired girls before her seemed very amused. Suzie also recognized she was in some sort of racquetball room. Suzie remembered her state of dress, but all a second too late. She fixed her posture and got an arm across her breast and a hand between her legs to try and hide the striped cotton. She didn't think of it, but covering her breasts was probably a mistake, since it only implied the sports bra wasn’t decent. "Hehe, wow, just trying to find ways to beat the heat, huh?" The shorter of the two girls asked. Suzie's face was red, trying to find the words to make up an excuse. "You could have gotten in trouble. Lucky enough we saw you before anyone else did. Unless you're trying to get seen?" The curvier of the two added. Suzie shuffled her feet a bit. "I'm not like this on purpose… it was an accident." The two girls giggled. They didn't seem mean spirited, but they were definitely finding the situation interesting. Suzie was just glad they didn't seem the type to make a comment to the staff. Suzie felt she owed them more of an explanation. "It's just not been my day. I'm trying to get some clothing back before anyone sees me… well I guess before anyone else sees me! I just… I didn't know where to go and I panicked when I thought I saw someone." "Well, maybe we can help. Jenny and I would love to, right?" The black haired girl asked. The one named Jenny nodded. "I'm Julie by the way. And don’t' be so embarrassed. I think those are really cute panties!" Suzie couldn't keep eye contact, and stared at the polished floor instead. She'd have felt a lot less on show if the panties were something plainer and less "cute." "You could help? I really could use that! I knew I couldn't get out of this mess on my own, but I didn't want to risk getting in trouble with the staff!" Suzie started to recognized the two. They were two of the girls from the exercise room earlier. The one named Julie stepped forward. Her eyes looked up and down Suzie's body. "You know, our help won't be free. We might have something like a shirt that should help cover you up, but we'd have to get something in return." Suzie gulped. That didn't sound good to her at all. "Um… what sort of something?" she asked. Jenny answered, as if knowing exactly what Julie had in mind. "You give us your bra, and we go get a shirt." The offer was on the table, and Suzie was shocked by it. Why did they want her bra? Did they want to see her topless? "I can't do that! I'd be almost naked!" Suzie proclaimed. "Right, we don't want to ask for too much and take your panties too! We figured we'd be nice, just take a bit. You know, insurance sort of, just in case this is some sort of trick against us," the brunette explained. Suzie wasn't even sure how her own exposure could be a trick against the two clothed women. Suzie didn't have many options though. She'd have to gamble on these two probably. Going to anyone else for help just meant more people seeing her without any clothing on. Suzie didn't like it, but giving up her bra was her best option it seemed. "So, you two will bring me a shirt?" Suzie was thinking if that would work. "I guess… I could hide here till you get back," she thought out loud. "That might not work," the raven haired girl commented. "The room is actually reserved I think. It won't be long till they're here. You probably don't want to stick with us either, we have to go see someone first." Suzie's mouth hung open. "So you want me to get topless and leave me stranded to be caught?!" Suzie was less sure about this deal than ever. "No, we don’t' want to get you in any trouble like that. I have an idea about that. You can meet us at the sauna. It's private, and I think you can get there without going through the halls. There's a door from the pool room out to the alley. This door is right next to the sauna! So if you take the exit door here, it's just a short little walk in the back alley!" Julie offered. Suzie lifted an eyebrow. The idea seemed a bit fishy. She did see there was an exit door at the back of the racquet ball room. She stepped over to it, and pulled its handle. It did lead to the empty back alley. She looked to the left towards the pool half of the building. She did see what seemed to be a door in that direction, though it was hard to see from that angle. The fresh air on her skin though reminded her she was sticking her half naked body outside into a public area! After snapping back inside and letting the door shut, Suzie could swear the two women with her had just been staring at her butt unabated! They must have looked away at the last second, but Suzie had a hunch. She was really unsure if she could trust them. "And you really will have a shirt for me?" Suzie reaffirmed. "We're going to get our friends extra shirt. We'll be happy to give it to you. First we need your bra though," Jenny replied. Suzie gave it some serious thought. He breasts would be exposed… but she'd have a shirt to cover up with. If it was worth relinquishing her bra, that hopefully meant it was long enough to hide her panties. Her other options were to just expose her underwear to even more people. "In for a penny, in for a pound," Suzie said. The blonde reached back, finding the clasp on her simple sports bra. She had the item loosened and hanging in no time, but she couldn't help but hold it her body. She wasn't ready to just outright flash her two possible saviors. Suzie turned around, not happy they got another look at her butt through the cotton. Yet this let her lower the bra and take it the rest of the way off. She slung an arm across her breasts the best she could, and handed her sports bra over. The taller girl took it, and the other just stared for a moment. Suzie felt silly, standing in so little in front of them. She was starting to wonder if she made a mistake, that maybe staff would have been a better choice! "We better hurry; don't want to make you wait! You better think about leaving soon too, cause that game is probably going to be starting in here soon!" Suzie wasn't exactly filled with confidence that the two girls were saying all this as they were nearly out the door! She really hoped she hadn't been swindled! Their insistence on haste though was probably right. In just her panties, Suzie was a sight to behold, and it was a sight she wanted no one to actually see! She scampered to the back door of the room. Bad Luck at the Gym Part 3 The back alley was still clear when underwear clad blonde checked. She would have to only run for about a few seconds to get to the other door. She had to hope the pool room would be empty then too. The racquet ball room would for sure not be empty though, so it was the worse of the two options. Suzie took off finally. She turned left, and ran down the alley in just her panties. Both her arms crossed over her chest, doing their best to keep her breasts from bouncing all over the place. She hated how besides her shoes and panties, her body was so exposed. The building blocked the angle of the sun just barely, but she still felt very outdoors. Ahead of Suzie, she could see the back of the couple of businesses down the way that were neighboring the gym. She hoped no one would come out for any reason. She’d be very embarrassed to be caught essentially streaking the back alley! The door to the pool was finally reached, and Suzie pawed at it to find the handle. The only problem was… there was no handle! Some color drained from Suzie's face as she didn't see any sign of how to open the door. Pushing wasn't the answer for sure, but there was nothing to grip to open it! "Oh my gosh, is it one way only? Like a fire escape or something?" Suzie wondered. The two girls probably didn't know that, since they wouldn't have seen the doors from the alley. She really couldn’t get any sort of grip on the door. It made sense; they probably didn’t want people just sneaking into the gym from the back! Suzie wracked her brain. Solutions weren’t coming up. She was down another piece of clothing, and her deal she set up required she got back inside and into the sauna. “Maybe if I’m fast… I can get back in the way I came before the people who had the room reserved show up,” Suzie thought out loud. Her hands wrapped around her chest again as she jogged back to the door she came from. Following the same beat that other events in the day had taken, Suzie wasn’t actually all that shocked to see the door to the racquet ball room was also without any sort of handle or knob. Of course none of them would back there. She truly wouldn’t be getting back in this way. What was Suzie going to do? She was outside in just her shoes and panties. Her bare breasts had not a stitch to hide them. She looked all around her, and solutions were slim. Her only bet would be to maybe search the trash near the other businesses. It wasn’t an appealing option, but the only other place to go was the front of the building, and back through the main doors. That was of course not going to work out very well in her mind. While thinking though, Suzie had more trouble brew. From the direction of the other businesses she heard a noise! The sound was clearly of some sort of truck. Suzie even heard the sound of a couple people. If she had to guess, those other businesses had shipments coming in! She couldn’t see the truck, and had to assume it was in the small alley between the gym and the next business down the strip! Once they would get the product off the truck, the people would be sure to walk into the back alley to enter the store form the back! Suzie could see it now, her in just her panties as a few people carrying boxes would stare at her, with jaws agape! Suzie’s face was red just thinking about it. There was nowhere to hide. The back wall of the alley was too tall to climb up, and she didn’t know where it would lead. The doors all along the back of the gym were assumingly unable to be entered. Heading towards the sound of the truck and other businesses would only make things work. Suzie did the only remaining option, run away from the building and towards the opposite back corner of the gym! Suzie faced her butt towards the sounds and began to run. She pushed more than she had during any of her exercises, needing to move faster so to not be caught. She could feel the way the tight cotton material stretched against her lower cheeks. She needed to not be caught undressed outside! As she got close to the corner, Suzie worried partially about all the things she was heading towards. Though the side of the gym did have a fairly tall fence, on the other side of it was the freeway, and it was where it began to rise above ground so to be able to overpass the street it was perpendicular to. The cars on it were zooming by fast and hopefully too far away to notice a running girl like Suzie was in just her panties! Suzie reached the fence, and felt at least hidden from the highway. She turned sharply around the corner, and was removed from sight of the back alley. She spared only a moment to look back once, happy to see no delivery people staring and gawking from the other side of the gym! Now Suzie sat on the path that was between the parking lot and the back alley. The street running in front of the gym was just past the parking lot too, but Suzie felt it was at least too far to see her while she was this far back. “Gosh… I really am stuck now. I can’t get back inside unless I go up front. How am I going to manage that? The desk girl isn’t going to just let me go inside!” Suzie thought. She considered checking her car, but she had just cleaned it out, it offered no solutions. She had no solutions in the back of the building though, so she started to at least slowly approach the front of the building. The walk from one end to the next was nerve wracking. She could see the street come into focus more and more. Anyone at the lot would probably be able to see her too. Her crossed arms over her chest probably didn’t’ really help her look any more clothed than she actually was. They might not be able to tell her panties were striped, but anyone looking would at least be able to assume that Suzie was without pants or a skirt. Suzie gulped nearing the end. The front entrance really was probably her last hope? No cars pulled into the lot, but a few did whiz by. She had to hurry with any plan she might have. Did she just go in and explain her predicament? Maybe the staff would be understanding. Suzie had to trust that she would luckily meet someone nice and helpful. She braved the dash from the alley, and now ran in full view of the street as she continued along the perimeter of the gym and towards the front doors! Shining light shone down on the half naked woman. Her breasts jiggled about in the cage her arms created for them. Her bare thighs rubbed against each other as a reminder of her lack of dress. Her skin felt every movement of air as she zipped down her chosen path. Suzie was now standing in front of the glass doors of the building. She couldn’t see inside due to the bright glare of the sun. She shook and reached for the handle. She was debating if she should just rush in or sneak in. She continued to stand, despite knowing her butt was on show behind her. Then Suzie realized her other mistake. She couldn’t see in the door, but there was risk that the inside could see her! Hesitation wasn’t going to help, so Suzie opened the door and stepped inside. Suzie held her breath. She was almost shaking, ready to apologize to the surely surprised people all around her. When her eyes adjusted to the dimmer lobby though, it looked like she was alone! Thinking about it, Suzie realized she was probably alone because the desk girl was off fixing the treadmill! Her window was probably going to be small, but that just meant that she had to hurry. She might actually succeed in sneaking into the gym in just her panties! She wanted to stay and see if she could find a new solution to her problem, but she knew Jenny and Julie might be waiting with a shirt! Suzie again did her best to hide her bared chest and took off towards the hall. She was alone it seemed, and so Suzie kept a brisk pace. She tried to pass by the exercise room and the racquet ball room to avoid any detection from the people she was sure in each. At the end of the hall was the pool room, and that would house the sauna. Suzie hoped all would be over. Opening the door just a crack, the near naked girl listened for sound. It seemed the pool was quiet, not a single splash of water could be heard. She eased further in the room, and was happy to see she was lucky enough to have the pool room to herself! If all went well now, Jenny and Julie would be waiting for her in the sauna. Suzie made it to the little room at the side, and took one final breath. Her misfortunes would finally be stopped. She grabbed the handle, and pulled it. She felt the steam seep out and warm her exposed skin. She stepped inside; having a hard time seeing exactly what was all there. When her eyes adjusted to see through all the water vapor, she noticed something she didn’t expect… five other girls! And not only five other girls, but it seemed most of them were naked! Four were just totally, brazenly exposed, and one was in a towel. Suzie wasn’t even sure what to do or say as she crossed her arms over her chest. All of them could see her topless and her cute, striped panties! One of the dark haired girls got up and grabbed her wrist though. “Ooo, another! Come, sit with us here!” she said, happy and bubbly. Suzie was still a bit confused. Was this the girl who was supposed to have her bra and shirt? Suzie followed along, and sat down. She was starting to better tell what was going on. She was now next to the black haired girl who she had seen in the yoga room. Her blonde friend was with her as well. On Suzie’s other side on a different bench were the three girls from the exercise room, and two of them were supposed to have her clothes! She didn’t feel she could bring that up now with so many other people around her. “So, I was telling Megan that she should loosen up a bit like the rest of us! She is a bit too shy, wouldn’t you agree?” The bubbly one who invited her to sit down asked. Suzie didn’t really have an answer. She was honestly jealous that she didn’t have as much cover as the fellow blonde had! “Oh, you know, we’re all the same in a way really. So no big deal,” Suzie played along. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but clearly it was clothing optional in the sauna. Her only hope was to play off she did it on purpose. “Exactly, no better way to relax than totally naked. Like, it’s way more nice freeing like this!” The girl said. Her round breasts bobbed as she emoted, and she seemed totally without any modesty! Her legs were slightly parted, showing off her shaved-clean pussy. Suzie tried not to stare too much, but it was hard to with such a spectacle. She’d never known someone so unashamed. “Yep, suppose you’re right. I was a bit worried at first, but a lot better seeing you all like this too,” Suzie was trying to think what a nudist might say. She never once put thought into nudism though, so she wasn’t sure what they were like. She still had her arms crossed, and felt that was probably not a proper act either. She could continue to try and hide her breasts, but that might give away how much of accident everything up to this point was. Suzie weighed what was more embarrassing… nudist women seeing her breasts, or admitting how silly and incompetent she’d been all morning. One seemed more likely to have her laughed at, so Suzie braved having her breasts uncovered. Her arms went to her sides, nipples and all now exposed to each woman there. Her face was red, but hopefully the heat of the room would mask the cause! Bad Luck at the Gym Part 4 Beads of sweat started to drip down Suzie’s body. Sitting in just her panties amongst a bunch of other women felt so wrong to her. She already wanted to cover up again, or leave. Yet the topless girl was stuck for the time being, she needed to get the extra clothing she was promised. Suzie couldn’t say anything while not alone with Jenny and Julie. Every time she looked over to the two and their friend, they seemed to act like they didn’t know Suzie! Suzie was startled when the friendly dark haired woman started to talk with her again. “My name’s Jessie, how about yours?” “Suzie, nice to meet you,” Suzie responded. Jessie smiled and seemed so at peace with being naked. Suzie tried to mimic some of the woman’s body language by sitting up a bit more. Suzie worried though about how this made her look, she had an example right in front of her the type of spectacle it could make. Jessie’s round firm breasts were very prominent when sitting so sturdily. Suzie wasn’t sure if she had any air of confidence like the raven haired woman had. Jessie turned to her blonde friend who Suzie had guessed was named Megan from what Suzie said earlier. “So, going to join us? Nothing wrong with getting naked too.” Suzie wanted to help the clearly shy girl out. Suzie felt just as awkward about being undressed, but unfortunately couldn’t admit to it. The quiet girl started to whisper something to Jessie. The two seemed to have a bit of back and forth. Jessie’s hand set itself on Suzie’s lap suddenly! “Suzie here isn’t shy. You wouldn’t mind taking off her your bikini, right?” Suzie’s eyes went wide. She was about ready to declare how she would very much mind! Suzie realized she’d dug her own grave. Again, she couldn’t admit to her state of dress being an accident. She’d rather pretend to be a nudist than admit to all the earlier embarrassing moments. Suzie had no choice but to play along. “It wouldn’t bother me at all. The human body is a… natural thing? Right? I mean, of course I’m right!” Jessie patted Suzie’s bare leg. She then brought her hands up and clapped. “Excellent, show Megan it’s no big deal at all. If four girls can’t prove it, surely five can!” Suzie started to get awful stage fright. Megan and Jessie were staring right at her. Her bared breasts didn’t seem as big of a deal now as she stood up. Her cute little panties people were thinking were bikini bottoms had to go. If Suzie didn’t do it, she’d look even more foolish now. She had to double down on the exposure to avoid the extra embarrassment. “I must be insane… showing my bare body to avoid embarrassment? There just isn’t any winning some days,” Suzie thought. She reached for her panties, and started to push them down. The cotton tried to cling to her skin, almost as if not wanting to be taken off either. Suzie shut her eyes, trying to ignore the fact the two girls next to her could see the entirety of her naked butt as she guided the panties to the floor. Suzie was now standing totally naked and bare for the girls around. That’s when she remembered there were three other strangers in the room, and they were getting a nearly full frontal view! Suzie fought the urge to cover with her hands, and instead just sat right back down to at least keep her pussy hidden. She then bent forward, her chest to her knees to reach the panties she had forgotten on the ground. Sitting naked in a room of strangers had Suzie’s heart beating fast. She didn’t care that she wasn’t the only one naked, she still felt out of place. She was worried her lie of being ok with nudity would be found. She worried what the girls thought of her body, plenty seemed to be stealing glances it seemed. She also worried how long things could go for. “See, wasn’t she brave? She knows that there is nothing wrong with this. Don’t’ be so stubborn. I know you can do it, I’d be so proud of you!” Jessie cheered the shy girl on. Megan’s face was very red, even more so as Jessie got very close to her. Again, the Jessie girl seemed to have few boundaries, because one of her hands had found the bare lap of her friend. Suzie felt guilty to be watching so intently, but the fellow blonde’s embarrassment was at least a distraction to her own concerns. The two talked a little more, but Jessie proved to be a good negotiator. Megan’s hands were fiddling with the top ends of the towel. She lowered the towel a small bit at first, exposing some of her chest. She tried to keep the towel and place and cover up again, but Jessie just urged her more. With a sigh, the girl let the towel drop till it was a half circle around her hips. Megan tried looking away, her body tense. She was nearly about to shield her breasts, and her legs stayed as tight as they could, though Suzie could still see her tuft of light girl fur. “See, much better I bet! You won’t heat up so bad like this.” “I’m not that heated up,” Megan grumbled. Jessie just laughed and started to get closer to the girl, feeling her forehead. Suzie saw Megan get even more nervous with the personal contact. Suzie was glad she was at least not the most doted and focused on girl in the room anymore. Suzie knew she had to appreciate when the world gave her such small favors. Suzie just had to hope the three other voyeurs in the room were also paying more mind to the most recent addition to the little naked club. Suzie couldn’t think of an exit strategy. She was still only with panties, ones she didn’t even have on anymore. The two girls she made a deal with were the only ones who knew she wasn’t a nudist. Suzie couldn’t imagine what they thought. She could only hope she’d never meet the three other girls again, they’d totally have the wrong idea of her. Suzie wasn’t a nudist, she felt far from natural while sitting naked with others around. The heated room was normally meant to be relaxing, but Suzie wasn’t really feeling it. She wished she could just get dressed and go home, but she’d have to wait probably for everyone else to leave. Hopefully Jenny and Julie would wait around for her. She had to stall. Jessie and Megan were in their own world and Suzie wasn’t going to stare at anyone. She instead focused on the ground in front of her. Suzie looked back up when she heard one of the girls clear her throat. “Um, it was nice meeting you all. Hope you have a nice day!” The brunette who was with Julie and Jenny was excusing herself it seemed. She was very quick to leave too, but seemed very nice. Suzie then noticed that her friends had already left before her! Suzie needed that shirt! She was about to get up to leave, but then remembered how she didn’t have anything to change into really! Suzie only had a pair of panties to her name at that time and that wasn’t enough to chase some girls down the gym halls! “It is getting pretty hot, maybe we should get going?” Megan asked. Suzie agreed, but couldn’t say as such. Jessie wasn’t ready to budge though, “We can go a bit longer, can’t we? It’s sooo relaxing!” Jessie then stretched out, her whole naked body there for both girls to look at. Suzie tried not to stare too much, but noticed Megan was intently looking at the woman too. Suzie wondered if Megan and Suzie were more than friends or not. Suzie couldn’t leave before them, so she tried to stick it out a bit longer. She had to hope she could maybe find a towel or something in the pool room, and could make it back to her locker. It was the only option for her it seemed. She tried thinking what her odds were, but they looked so grim. Eventually, even Jessie seemed tired of lounging naked. “Ok, I think I’m all set! Will you join Megan and me in the showers Suzie?” the black haired woman showed no signs of joking with that question! Did nudists regularly shower together, or did Suzie just take the question the wrong way? Either way, Suzie wasn’t going to do her streak down the hall with them. “No, I’ll be a few more minutes. It was nice meeting you both,” Suzie said. She tried to look away as they stood up, as Jessie was still doing nothing to cover herself. Suzie didn’t understand how people could still be so social with everything on show! “It was great meeting you too! Your courage and beauty I think helped little Megan out of her shell today! Thanks!” Jessie called. Megan’s face was still very red as she got herself tucked into her towel again. “Don’t forget this, and lets’ just get going!” Megan whined, grabbing Jessie’s towel and handing it to the naked woman. Jessie only slung it over her shoulder, and proceeded to leave the steam room with Megan tugging her along.  Jessie sighed in relief. She was finally alone again! She’d never been naked around so many people like that for so long. She wrapped her arms around her breasts, happy to cover again. She had zero plans of ever being nudist, she’d never get used to a feeling like that! Suzie looked around the room. No towels left behind for her sadly. She really would have only her panties. Then panic set in again as she realized the room wasn’t just devoid of towels, her panties were gone too! “Nooo! Not them too! Oh my god!” Suzie gasped and tried to look every which way. Yet the room was nothing more than smooth wooden benches. One of the girls had to have taken them! Either it was by accident or someone did it on purpose. Did Jenny and Julie take them like they did her bra? Maybe Jessie or Megan grabbed them by mistake when gathering their towels? Her planned streak through the building had even higher stakes now. She had to put her whole naked body on the line. This time, she’d not be doing so in front of nudists either; she’d be doing it in the public halls of the gym! She knew the whole place couldn’t be clothing optional. She seriously could risk being kicked out or losing her membership if caught now. No way she could claim a treadmill took all her clothes. No one would believe her each piece of clothing was taken off on accident… really some of it was by her own limited choices! She pushed the door to the sauna open. The naked girl saw the pool room was empty. The other girls had gone on ahead, so she hoped that meant she’d be able to avoid them easily enough. At the doors out of the pool room, Suzie did her best to resign herself to her fate. She was about to streak from one end of the building to the other. Suzie gripped the door handle, and spent a few more moments hesitating. She looked back again, but nothing was going to help her hide how truly naked she was. Suzie burst through the door. She took off running down the hall. Her only hope was to move fast enough no one would be able to actually see her. The plan was very flimsy, but she felt even if she carefully planned something, it could just as easily go wrong. The fastest option left fewer chances for things to mess up! Suzie was nearly halfway there as she past the first couple of rooms. All was quiet for the time being, but she was almost to the lobby. She thought about stopping, but instead continued to just run forward. If a worker in the lobby saw her… she had to hope she could get to her clothes and dress before being caught! Maybe they wouldn’t get a good enough look! Suzie didn’t even take the time to look back behind her as she passed the lobby. She didn’t see anyone out of the corner of her eye standing in the middle of the room, but someone was very possibly at the desk! Suzie sped right past though, and was now getting closer to the locker room! She didn’t hear anyone shout for her to stop, and she wouldn’t have even if they did! She just made a b-line for the locker room, and hid herself away! Sounds of the showers running filled the room. Suzie saw no one immediately around her, which was good. Girls like Megan and Jessie were probably showering by this point. Suzie had to hurry before staff or either of them would find her again. She had to get clothes on! She looked down the rows of lockers, hoping to find her bag of stuff. It should have been obvious; she remembered leaving the door open… but all the doors were shut tight there! She remembered the number, “G06” and tried to find it. It was where she more or less remembered it, but it was shut tight! Did someone knock it shut on accident? She could see her bag through the grating just barely! Every bit of her street clothes was just on the other side. To be naked and unable to actually reach them was almost like torture! Suzie groaned in frustration. Her gym clothes and her regular clothes were all gone! Suzie then heard the sound of water shutting off. The other girls in the room would be coming back her way. She wasn’t sure if it was just Jessie and Megan, but either way she had lost so much of her nerves by this point. She didn’t want to be exposed to anyone else. So she scampered away to the back corner of the room in the opposite direction of the showers. The area was tight, and she really wasn’t hidden back here. The row of lockers ended, and all she had was the corner that met up with a doorway, similar to the one in the racquetball room. Suzie still wasn’t sure if staff might be following her. She was trapped at this point if they did come looking for her. Suzie wondered if she had to swallow some of her pride, and just ask another girl for something to wear. Though being honest about her misfortunes before only ended up making things worse, maybe it was time she got some help. Her legs felt weak though, she really wasn’t ready to expose herself to anyone again after the sauna. Her indecision had her off balance. She couldn’t stand still, and was shifting weight from foot to foot constantly. The murmurs of approaching girls startled the naked woman, and she started to lean back a bit too much to try and sink into the wall she thought she was pressed again. Yet being lost in throught, she didn’t realize it was the door she was against! The latched clicked, and it started to swing right open! Suzie did her best to right herself so as to not fall and hit the ground. She tried reaching out for something, but didn’t find it. She bounced a bit, but managed to get up right. She turned and twisted, and did so just in time to see the door shut… but with her on the outside! Suzie couldn’t believe it, twice in one day she locked herself out into the alley, this time totally naked! She almost started to pound on the door, but wasn’t sure it would do much good. Though the embarrassment would be a lot of the reason to not have someone let her in, she had to imagine that no girl who was half dressed would just open the door to someone from the back alley! Running back around to the front entrance only begged for more trouble. Suzie couldn’t get to her street clothes and her gym clothes were either destroyed, lost, or taken. Suzie knew her only option anymore was to cut her losses. So, Suzie snuck around the corner again, and slowly approached the parking lot. She had only her shoes and socks left anymore, a state she ended up in accidentally far too often. She couldn’t believe how far she let things go, but felt so helpless against it all. She had a spare key to her car hidden under it, so she’d be able to get home almost fine. She didn’t want to drive naked and sneak into her place, but again, today just wasn’t the day for her at the gym! So with a final groan while reflecting on her misfortune, the naked woman streaked to her car through the parking lot. Suzie wanted to try and look at the bright side and not let the day be a total waste. With all the sweating and running around she’d done to stay hidden, she was at least lucky enough to have gotten a decent exercise in, even if it wasn’t as she had planned! The End

Amy and Ash by KennyBee Amy and Ash pt 1 Amy couldn't believe her luck. She had received a text from Jack, probably the hottest boy in class, inviting her round. Amy was blonde, petite, slim but with a nice round ass. She had thought Jack was way out of her league, but a few weeks ago they had hooked up in a club, one thing led to another and they had ended up sleeping together. She hadn't heard from him since, but tonight's text was inviting her round. Okay, so it's a booty call - so what? He was dating Ashley, your typical cheerleader type, but that didn't matter to Amy. Tonight was about her and Jack. She arrived at his dorm room and knocked, and found the door to be unlocked. She walked on in. There was a sign in the hall on which "BACK IN 5 MINS - MAKE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE" had been hastily scrawled. Fair enough she thought, and made her way to his room. Amy opened the door and reached for the light switch. Suddenly she felt a hand grab her wrist, and then another! At least two people roughly manhandled her towards the bed, forcing Amy down on her back. She felt cold steel against her wrists, and heard a click as the handcuffs snapped shut, tying her to the bed. She struggled, but it was useless. Then the lights came on, and Amy found herself staring at Ashley and her friend Pam. Ashley looked a strange mixture of pleased and pissed off. "Hello Amy. Thanks for coming so soon. I wasn't sure if you'd ignore my text or not." She held up Jack's phone. Amy got a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. "Ash, it's not what you think. I…." "Oh it's exactly what I think, Amy. I was going through Jack's phone, cos I don't trust him, and found THIS." Ashley held the phone to Amy's face. It was a text of Amy's breasts in a revealing bra, that she had sent him after the night together. On seeing the image, Amy's face went beet red. Ash continued - "So yeah, that's your pretty little titties. Nice picture, very sexy. The problem is, we can't really see your face in it. In fact, we can't see enough at all. You have a very sexy body Amy. I think you should definitely show off more of it. Then we can take more photos to send to people." "Please Ash, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, it won't happen again." "SHUT UP" cried Ash. "I know it won't happen again, you pathetic little girl. Not after tonight." Amy tried kicking to get out of this situation, but Pam sat down on her legs, pinning her flat. Ash climbed onto Amy's waist. "Now, let's start with the titties. Your photo was a bit blurry, lets see if we can get another one. Oh, but first…." And with that, she picked up a sock from the floor and pushed it into Amy's mouth. Amy tried to shout, tried to squirm, but she was helpless. Ash grabbed the bottom of Amy's blue top. It was figure hugging, showing off the roundness of her cute C cup breasts. Ash yanked the top up to Amy's chin, then right over her head all the way to the handcuffs, exposing Amy's bra. She had chosen a pink bra with a little white bow on it, not knowing that this would subject her to mocking ridicule from the 2 girls holding her captive. "Ha, nice bra for a little girl!" cackled Ash as she snapped away merrily with the camera phone. Pam was laughing too, goading Ash on. "However, it's not nearly as revealing as the one in your photo, so lets try and go one better. Pam - scissors" Amy was aghast as Pam handed Ash the scissors. Ash placed the blades in the centre of the bra, and with one snip the bra fell to the sides, and Amy's perky boobs were exposed. Am tried to cry out, but the sock was preventing her. Ash began snapping photos of the helpless girl, making sure to get her face in the shot as well as her exposed breasts. "Hey, they are really nice, aren't they Pam" cackled Ash, whilst playfully slapping Amy's boobs, making them jiggle and dance for the camera. Pam nodded in agreement. Pam's sycophantic nature pissed Amy off even more. "But you know what - I'm bored of these tits. What else you got, Amy? What you hiding under these jeans?" Amy's heart sank as Ash slowly reached down to the top of her jeans. Ash noticed the panic-stricken expression. "Oh, don't give me that look. You deserve every second of this." She unclasped Amy's belt, and pulled it completely out. "This might come in handy later", she mused out loud, and put it to one side. Her hads moved back to the jeans, and gently undid the button. Ash then held on to the zipper and puled down. The very top of Amy's panties came into view. They were also pink, with a lacy trim. "Oooooh, wearing some '... me' panties are we? Let's see some more" cried Ash, as she grabbed onto the waist if the jeans and pulled down. In a flash, Amy's tight jeans were at her knees, and her pink lacy knickers were on full show. They were a good size too small, and just barely concealed her most private area. Her pale white legs started to tremble. "Hey, she's shaking!" cooed Pam, breaking her silence, an the two girls laughed. "Oh, are you afraid Amy? Or do you LOVE it? I KNOW you like sending sexy photos. I've seen one. So what's changed now? Pam, take her jeans off!" Pam manoeuvred and roughly tore the jeans from Amy's legs, leaving her in her pink undies and black socks. Ash continued to take photos with her phone, getting Amy from her knees up, face beet red with humiliation, bare chest on show, her skimpy panties the only thing preserving her modesty. "Listen Amy, I'm going to ungag you now. And I don't want you to make a sound, ok? Or else this gets a whole lot worse." Amy didn't understand how it could get much worse, but she thought she'd better comply with Ash's orders. "I need to make an example of you. I need people to know that it's not okay to cheat and steal from me. I need you to TELL people not to, understand?" Amy nodded, relieved to have the sock removed from her mouth. Ash held the phone to Amy's face, recording a video. "OK little Amy, tell them! Tell the people what you did and how you've been punished!" Amy, just wanting the ordeal to be over, started to speak "Ok Ash, okay! I slept with your boyfriend, and this is what happens to people who do that". Ash just shook her head. "No, no, no, it's not good enough. Not good enough at all. There's no FEELING in that. I want to see tears, I want to KNOW you're sorry. I told you Amy, you're an example! Pam, turn her over." Pam got off Amy's knees and flipped her over onto her stomach. Her tiny pink undies really showed off the curves of her round little bottom. "Ok Pam, that's good, now spank the bitch! Spank her hard!" Amy's eyes widened in fear, and Pam raised her hand high. Ash held the camera so that Amy's face was visible, but her nearly naked butt was clearly on show. Pam brought her hand down, and Amy flinched hard as her cheeks wobbled from the impact. Pam spanked her again, and again, and Amy finally felt tears stinging her eyes. As they rolled down her cheeks, Pam continued to spank and Ash laughed. "OK Amy, it's your big moment! Tell all! Cry for me!" In between flinches from the impact of Pam's hand on her derriere, Amy tried to speak. The tears were flowing now. "My name is….[whack]…..Amy, and I am a cheater……..[whack]……..and I am being………[whack]…….punished for it." Ash was in fits of giggles now. "What else little baby? What's your punishment?" "I am having my……..[whack]…….bottom spanked…..[whack]……like a little girl…….[whack]…….and I deserve it" Amy blurted out between sobs. Her ass was stinging now, and must have been red. She realised Pam had started to use her own belt for the spanking. Ash held the camera up for a special close up of Amy's bum. She pulled the panties right down to get a better look. Amy's last hope was gone, and she was totally exposed, not a stitch to cover her naked form. Her pale white skin contrasted with her bright red bottom, quivering from the abuse, all of it caught on camera. Amy lay still for a while, eyes closed. When she opened them, her tormentors were gone, and she was alone in the room. Still handcuffed, still stark naked, but at least alone. She breathed a sigh of relief. She lay for a little while, but was startled by some loud noises, voices. It was Jack! She could hear him! He would rescue her! But wait, he wasn't alone - she could her lots of voices. Outside, Jack fumbled for his keys. He was having a great time with his buddies. The five of them were having a right laugh at the pub, until Ash had texted him and told him to go home straight away and bring his friends. She said she had left them all a big surprise. Inside, Amy shifted, trying to somehow cover everything, to no avail. Naked as the day she was born, bare bottom scarlet from a spanking, she lay helpless on the bed. The door opened. Amy and Ash pt 2 Didn't get any feedback on this story, but I liked it and wanted to continue it. Enjoy! 1. The door opened. Even now, months after it happened, Amy still found herself flashing back to that night of utter humiliation. Stripped, spanked and degraded, Jack and his friends had opened the door to find Amy naked and helpless, handcuffed face down on the bed. She had buried her face in the pillow, but could not hide her glowing red cheeks. She could still hear Jack gasping, and his friends erupting with gales of laughter. Sitting in class, flashing back to that night, she sniffed back tears. But time had passed, and with each day her anger had grown. She was normally a strong, confident 18 year old. How could she have let two classmates dominate her like that? The only thing stopping her from taking revenge was the knowledge that so far, Ash had not shown anyone the video. The video of Amy crying as she suffered a bare ass spanking. Thank heavens for small mercies! If anyone had seen it, she would surely have known. Gossip like that would spread like wildfire around the school. No, Ash must have so far kept the video to herself. The bell rang, signalling the end of one class, and the beginning of another. Next up, PE. Great, her least favourite subject. Was it even a subject? 2. Amy and her class shuffled along the corridor towards the changing rooms. She was busy chatting with her best friend Jo, when she spotted the previous class finishing up and heading in to the changing rooms first. There she was, Ashley, front and centre, commanding all the attention as usual. She was wearing a tight white t shirt and little shorts. Amy couldn't believe Ash was allowed to wear them. They were the kind of shorts where if Ash was to bend over, her butt cheeks would be on display. But not as much as Amy's had been, when she…… oh, try and forget it, thought Amy. Amy entered the changing rooms. The other class was heading into the showers after their hockey lesson. It was at that moment that Amy hatched a plan. A risky plan, but a plan nonetheless. Because over there, in the corner, was Ash's bag. "Jo, cover me" Amy whispered to her friend. Jo was the only person Amy had told about the ordeal. Jo was tall, with a nice tan and a gorgeous body. Amy herself of course was very attractive, and never had any problem with the boys, but always secretly wanted Jo's tan and figure. Jo nodded, understanding instantly as she followed Amy's gaze. As Jo began fooling around and telling jokes, Amy put her bag next to Ash's, then surreptitiously started rummaging around in Ash's bag. Within seconds, she found what she was looking for. The phone. She slipped it into her pocket. Then, signalling to Jo, she furtively snuck out of the changing rooms. Minutes later, Jo followed her. "What are you doing Amy? Hey, what are you grinning for?" Amy's grin widened as she held up the phone. "Got it!" Amy and Jo disappeared round the back of the school. Once positioned, Amy started going through the photos and videos. Then, she found them. There were dozens of photos of Amy, stripped to the waist with a sock in her mouth, her breasts exposed. There were photos of her having her jeans pulled off, her panties exposed. And there it was, the piece de resistance, the video. Amy didn't need to hit play, she knew exactly how it had happened. She remembered it all to well. But yet for some reason she did, perhaps to remind herself that it had really happened. There was Amy, sobbing, buttocks quivering with each impact. "My name is….[whack]…..Amy, and I am a cheater……..[whack]……..and I am being………[whack]…….punished for it." "What else little baby? What's your punishment?" "I am having my……..[whack]…….bottom spanked…..[whack]……like a little girl…….[whack]…….and I deserve it" Amy felt the tears coming again, but held them back. She suddenly became very aware of Jo watching the video, mouth agape. Amy hit stop, and then delete. "Oh god Amy, I'm so sorry. I can't believe these bitches." Amy nodded. "Well, it's deleted now. Let's smash this phone, whaddya say?" Amy lifted the phone, ready to break it off the ground, when Jo grabbed her hand. "Wait, I've a better idea". 3. Pam was in the toilets when she received the text from "Ash". GET HERE NOW. NEED TO SORT THAT BITCH OUT AGAIN. IN THE ALLEY BEHIND THE SCHOOL Pam knew that Ash referred to everyone as bitches, so she wasn't sure exactly who needed sorting out. But she was a loyal friend. You had to be a loyal friend to Ash. Ash was a loose cannon, you never knew when she was going to turn on you. And so Pam left the latrines and went in search of Ash. It was a beautiful sunny day, and Pam had dressed accordingly. She was bigger than her friend, but so were most girls. Pam had filled out well in the last couple of years, her chest an impressive D cup. Her ass was also pretty big, and Pam hated it. She wore a floaty white black skirt to try and hide it's size. On top she was clad in her school shirt and a thin cardigan. Her shirt was buttoned down several times, to display her ample cleavage. She walked down the alley with a swagger that belied her 18 years. And then she spotted Amy. She was up against the fence, arms behind her. Probably Ash tied her there, thought Pam. Brilliant! She had really enjoyed that night, and thought Amy deserved what she got. Were they going to do it again? In public!? Pam strode towards the seemingly helpless girl. "Oh hi Amy, fancy meeting you here? Where's Ash? I presume she is coming back to help me deal with you." Amy just looked at her, silent. "You know, I really liked humiliating you that night, but I don't think we went far enough." She gently patted Amy on the cheek. "Maybe today, we really teach you a lesson?" "What are you going to do with me?" asked Amy, her big eyes looking imploringly at Pam. "Oh, I don't know yet. We're going to strip you. Yes, we're definitely going to strip you." Amy's eyes widened, and Pam laughed, loving her new role as chief tormentor. "Yeah, we're going to strip your little baby ass naked. Maybe leave you hanging here in the alley? Maybe we'll take you to the football field, give baby another spanking. How'd you like that, little baby?" Pam was running her finger down Amy's face. "Please don't spank me again. Not on video" "Haha, oh, it's ALL gonna be on video Amy. Are you gonna cry again? I'm not gonna stop till you cry again. You're going to have to BEG me to stop." Pam laughed out loud, then shook her head and softly said "You're never going to show your face round here again." Amy started to smile, and looked Pam right in the eyes. "Thank you Pam, that's exactly what I wanted to hear. JO!" One moment Pam was standing looking puzzled by this inexplicable turn of events, and the next moment she was on the ground. Jo had appeared from behind a hedge and tackled Pam right to the ground, winding her. Pam was wheezing and looked up at Amy, who pulled her untied hands from behind her back and slapped Pam right in the face. Pam lay there, holding her face. She started to cry. Amy looked at Jo, and Jo looked at Amy in sheer amazement. They had expected an epic confrontation, a knock down-drag out royal rumble of a fight. And yet a tackle and a slap later, there was Pam, seemingly subdued. Jo looked astonished. "Wow………. really not so tough without Ashley, are you?" Pam didn't look up. "Please, it's all her! She makes me help, I didn't want to strip you!" she pleaded. "Is that so?" questioned Amy. "So what was that you were just saying? The stripping, the public spanking, the videos? Ash make you say that did she?" Pam was speechless, and just continued crying. "Okay Pam" said Jo, "why not make this easy for us all? Stand up!" she commanded. On wobbly legs, Pam got to her feet. She looked at Jo, so athletic and toned. She couldn't even think about fighting Jo, let alone Jo AND Amy. Pam was not a bright girl, and needed Ash around to tell her what to do. What would Ash do? Would she fight? She probably would. "Strip!" bellowed Jo. Pam was so confused and scared, that she started to strip. Jo and Amy looked at each other again, amazed it was going so well. Pam slowly pulled off her cardigan, and let it dangle from her hands. Amy pulled out her phone and started recording. At the sight of the phone, Pam realised what was happening, and panicked. She started to walk backwards, then tried to break into a run. Jo easily caught her, and Pam lashed out, catching Jo on the chin. It didn't faze her, but the look on her face sent shivers up and down Pam's spine. Jo grabbed her by the collar and pushed her against the wall. "Don't……do……that" she growled at Pam. And with that, she held onto either side of Pam's school shirt, and tore it open. Then walked backwards. Amy resumed filming. Pam's bra was revealed. It was black, but quite large and supportive for her big boobs. "STRIP" said Jo in a voice that even frightened Amy. Pam looked down at her shirt. It was ruined, Jo had pulled most of the buttons off when she tore it open. It came off very easily indeed, leaving her in her skirt and bra. She shook her head at Jo, and Jo nodded back. "The skirt." "Please, I…" "THE SKIRT" Pam did a cartoonish gulp, and turned her skirt round to find the zipper. Amy filmed it all with relish. Payback sure felt good. Pam undid the zipper, and the black skirt fell freely to the concrete, revealing her red granny panties. She usually wore big panties because of her big butt, as she was always afraid of her skirt blowing up in the wind and giving everyone a show of her volumous cheeks. Well, it wasn't going to do her any good now, was it? Suddenly, Pam started crying again, in muffled sobs. If she was looking for sympathy, she wasn't going to get it. "Wow, that's some huge underwear there…" cackled Jo, really warming to the task. "Tell you what Pamela - we were going to strip you naked, but if you dance for us now, we won't". Pam looked at Jo. "Dance? What do you mean?" Jo just stared back. Pam knew this was her only chance, and started to meekly sway and move her head. "No, no, no, not like that. Like an egyptian! Dance like an Egyptian would!" Pam shook her head, and tried to dance like that, moving from side to side, waving her arms. She had no idea what she was doing. Moreover, the dancing was causing her breasts to sway and bounce. Oh if only Ash were here! Jo was in hysterics now. "Okay, twerk for us! Twerk, you jerk!" Pam turned round and bent over. Amy laughed, "ho boy, that's one big fat ass! Shake it for us!" Pam started jiggling her ass for them, and her granny panties were no match for her wiggling cheeks, which wobbled around like jello. Jo walked up, drew one hand back and let rip with a stinging spank to Pam's panty clad backside. Pam straightened up, and Jo immediately pushed her head back down. "Who told you to stop twerking? Carry on!" The degraded girl resumed her show for Amy's camera phone, half heartedly shaking her ass. Jo spanked her again. "Twerk! Twerk dammit!" cried Jo, then helped Pam out by grabbing the waistband of her panties and pulling them up in a wedgie. She wiggled the undies a bit to help with the twerking, but when Pam started squealing in horror at the wedgie, Jo simply continued to lift up and up. Pam's knickers were big, and so as Jo pulled they just continued to rise, disappearing right into the crack of Pam's big bum. Slowly but surely, the once modest panties crept up, revealing pale white dimpled skin, inch by inch. Jo had the waistband almost up at Pam's neck by the time they completely vanished right up the crack, creating a ridiculous oversize thong. Pam's most hated part of her body, her big plump rump, was there for all to see. The sun was shining on it, and it looked like the first time it had ever seen the sun. Amy couldn't believe her eyes. "Hang on Jo, I gotta zoom out to get that fat ass in shot. I need a wide angle lens for this thing!" "I know, her ass is so fat it's trying to eat her panties!" Jo slapped her open hand across Pam's butt, causing sizeable vibrations across it. "Bad butt! Don't eat Pam's panties!" Pam could barely even hear them now, she was just shaking her head. She was vaguely aware of her bra being unclasped and slipped off over her arms, before being discarded in the rest of the pile. Jo turned her round to face the camera. Freed from their lacy prison, her breasts dangled in the midday sun, every second captured on film by Amy. "Okay fatass, look into the camera." demanded Amy. Pam did so. "Now read this, and read it correctly, or else your panties are coming off too. Okay?" Pam nodded. Amy held up a sheet of paper that had been crudely scrawled on whilst her and Jo had concocted their revenge scheme. Pam squinted into the sun and began to read, slowly, and with fresh tears stinging her eyes. "My name is Pam, and I am a bitch. I was very naughty, and I have been punished. If I am very good from now on, no one will see this video. But if you are watching this now, then I have been naughty again, and this is my punishment. I am sorry you had to see my stupid fat ass, and my stupid tits. Bye bye". Her head dropped as she sobbed, the sobbing making her chest heave up and down. Amy couldn't believe it, but she felt sorry for this humiliated, near naked girl. A girl who had taken pleasure in debasing Amy, hurting her, trying to destroy her. The thoughts came flooding back, and she remembered Pam whipping Amy's exposed buttocks with her own belt, and she felt the rage inside her rise up again. She handed the phone to Jo. "You're really pathetic, you know that?" she shouted at Pam, slapping her ass. Pam barely even tried to defend herself. It was too late for that. "Without your queen bee around, you're just nothing, aren't you?" She smacked Pam's cheeks again, then slapped her across the chest. "Jo, help me out here." Amy had taken hold of the waistband of the wedgie and was pulling Pam towards the fence. It had large spikes across the top, and was about 6 foot off the ground. Jo knew what to do. The athletic girl used all her might to lift Pam up towards the railings, and Amy hooked the legholes through the spikes, one for each. Then Jo let go. Pam's eye's bulged and her mouth dropped open, but she didn't make a sound. Amy and Jo had just delivered the final blow, a brutal hanging wedgie. Pam was a big girl, but those were some big panties. They might hold for quite a while. Amy started filming again. She moved the camera from Pam's shocked face to her crotch. The wedgie was a big one, and as Pam was leaning forward into it, it was giving her a serious frontal wedgie. Her thick dark bush was clearly visible at both sides. Pam tried to cover herself, but she couldn't fight gravity. The more she moved, the more the panties slipped up her pussy. Pam groaned, and Jo and Amy were unsure if it was pain or pleasure. She hung there for a while as Amy filmed. Pam, 18, hanging by her now ultra skimpy knickers, exposing pubic hair and more, her huge bare breasts damp with sweat and tears, in the middle of the alley behind the school. She had been made to dance in her undies, she had been ridiculed, spanked, wedgied, the works. And all of it captured on film. Pam was defeated. Destroyed. "Well Jo, guess we'd better go now" said Amy, gathering up Pam's clothes. She looked at Pam. "You want these? You want your clothes back?" "please" begged Pam. "Please, I beg you, please let me down. Give me my clothes, please". "Ha, so who's begging who now, princess? You'll get down. Eventually. Those undies can't hold that full moon forever." Amy reached behind Pam and grabbed a handful of Pam's exposed white butt. "I would guess you'll be up there for at least an hour though. Them panties is strong!" she guffawed. Jo smiled, taking the clothes from Amy. She threw them over a wall. "An hour huh, Amy? That IS unfortunate timing." "Wh….wh……what do you mean" asked Pam. "well, look at the time, fatass. Look - at - the - time." Jo held her watch up to Pam's face, but she needn't have. Because before she To say it had been the talk of the school would be an understatement. Ashley had left school in a rage, upset that her phone had been stolen. She was so angry she had almost missed the commotion in the alley, but decided to see what all the noise was about. She barged her way through the crowd, and found Pam dangling by her underwear. She had both hands cupped over her crotch to hide her almost fully exposed pussy, and her breasts were uncovered. It seemed everyone in the crowd was filming her. Some people were taking selfies with the poor girl. Pam noticed Ash and cried out to her. "Help me! Please! Make them stop taking photos!" Ash told people to stop, but to no avail. This was too good an opportunity to miss! One guy climbed the fence so he could get a good shot of Pam's big ass. Ash ran to her friend, although deep down inside we was secretly amused to see someone humiliated like this. Ash grabbed Pam around the waist and started to lift her up. Ash, however, was no Jo in the strength department. Ash had a similar stunning figure, with the nice boobs and round bubble butt, but was a bit more petite. And so, after lifting Pam a good 6 inches, her back gave out and she let Pam go. It seemed to happen in slow motion for the assembled throng - Pam dropped back down into the wedgie with such force, people couldn't believe that her undies didn't just tear apart there and then! Pam's legs swung back through the bars, and she gently rocked back and forth. Her arms now hung by her sides, as she tried to recover from the impact. "Oh MAN, someone needs to trim that bush"! someone shouted from the crowd. Everyone started laughing at Pam, including Ash this time. She couldn't help herself! Pam spotted this, and it was all just too much for her. "Stop laughing at me! You're my friend! Help me out you stupid BITCH!" she cried, then instantly regretted it. Pam hated being called the 'b' word. But come on, this was forgivable, surely? "I'm sorry Ash, I didn't mea…." Pam's apologies were cut short as she felt hands gripping her ankles. She looked down to see Ash had a hold of her legs. Ash smiled up at her. "Shouldn't have said that, sweetie." She turned her head to the crowd. "Okay guys, listen up. Get your cameras ready. If I can't get Pam off the fence, maybe I can get her out of her panties?" The crowd roared it's approval. Pam started trying to kick her legs free, but Ash held tight - and began to pull down. Pam's mouth opened, but no sound came out. There was just a look of sheer horror. Ash pulled down, and Pam's body was forced down into the panties, which now felt like they were cutting into her like razor wire. How could her best friend do this to her? She had been Pam's last hope of rescue. She looked out into the crowd for help. There was Tommy, who she had locked in his locker for an entire day. There was Mary, who Pam had poured soup over a few weeks ago. There was Chris, who's penis size she had mocked for weeks after seeing it. There was Teri, who Pam had held down whilst Ash coloured her face in with colouring pens. "I deserve this" she said, almost inaudibly. Ash stopped pulling and looked at her. "What did you say" "I deserve this! I DESERVE THIS!" she roared. "And so do YOU!" she cried, pointing a finger at Ash. Ash suddenly felt a chill, as if Pam was casting a spell on her. Ash hated Pam at that moment. "No you don't Pam" she said through gritted teeth. "You don't deserve THESE!", and with that, she attacked Pam's tightly stretched knickers, grabbing and tearing at them with both hands. The crowd just looked on in amazement at the ferocity of the attack. Pam's body was shaking under the attack, her breasts swaying hypnotically. But the panties just wouldn't give! Ash tried a new tactic - she grabbed Pam's wrists and pulled her forward until Pam was completely horizontal, facing the ground. She had given up resisting now. Then Ash lowered Pam's head towards the ground. Pam was now upside down, and started to slip out of her big undies, which now resembled a g string, towards the ground. This finally revealed the undisputed star of the show to the audience - Pam's big white bottom. Her most despised part of her body. Not even her boyfriend was allowed to see it usually. And now, here was the grand unveiling in front of all the boys and girls she had spent the last few years bullying and tormenting. No wonder no one was going to help her. Pam's legs were now slipping down through her underwear. In just a few seconds, she would be free. Free to run and hide and never see anyone ever again! But just as her ankles reached the panties, ash grabbed them. Pam didn't understand, but then realised she could feel motion up there. Ash was using the stretched undergarments to tie her there, upside down and starkers! She shook and shimmied to try to escape, but Pam was painfully aware of just how strong these scanties were. Pam knew that for the rest of her school days, she would be seeing photos of her, stripped bare, hanging upside down, tied to a fence by her own big red granny panties. Her bountiful bare bottom proudly on display, wobbling and dimpled. "Ta da!" Shouted Ash. "Just look at those cheeks. Mmmm-mmmmm. Your butt is so cute Pam, why do you hide it?" Come on guys, this is a once in a lifetime moment, get a photo of the lesser-spotted Pam-butt! Look, but don't touch please." Several guys ran forward for photos, pretending to spank it and bite it. "Alright everyone, get lost now!" ordered Ash. People looked disappointed, but few dared stand up to Ash. Look what she had just done to her friend! She slapped one girl, a pretty girl with glasses called Kate, across the face. "Hurry up - you want to end up like her, huh?" She grabbed Kate's skirt and tugged it up, briefly revealing her blue and white stripy nautical briefs. Kate shook her head and ran off. Ash was left in the alleyway with Pam, still hanging like the prize catch of the day. Ash knelt down beside her. She started stroking Pam's hair. "I'm sorry Pam, but you know it had to be done, don't you? You disrespected me in front of everyone. My reputation is everything. I can't have plain faced girls with big fat asses disrespecting me in front of the school." "Please Ash, let me down now" pleaded Pam. "I will Pam, don't worry. But first tell me you know you deserved this." Pam couldn't believe this. Deja vu? Why was Ash subjecting her to one final piece of humiliation? "I……I…….deserved this. I disrespected you." "And I showed you the error of your ways, didn't I?" "Yes, Ash. I was…..out of line." "That's good Pam. That's good." said Ash, patting Pam on one of her butt cheeks. She got up, and pulled out a small pair of scissors from her bag. She cut through Pam's binding, and her legs dropped down. She was finally free, although still without a stitch of clothing. Ash took off her jacket and put it round Pam's shoulders. "Now tell me - who did this to you?" The Final Chapter by kennyBee Ash ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She had meant to run from the control room as soon as she had hit "play" on the video of Amy's spanking, but her ego had got in the way and she had stuck around to watch the humiliation. She wanted to see Amy defeated, not just hear about it afterwards. But then the video had finished, and she had watched as Amy had somehow whipped the crowd into a frenzy, and Ash, for the first time feeling a bit nervous, had turned and ran. Amy, meanwhile, stood on the stage next to Jo, who had covered up her exposure with Amy's graduation gown. Amy turned to Jo, who was still wiping away tears from her big brown eyes. "There's only one exit Jo, and then a choice of left or right. You go left, I'll go right, ok?" Jo sniffed and nodded. Amy put her hands on her friends shoulders. "Come on Jo, be strong. We have to get her. We've all been shamed now, everyone except her. Let's do this, not just for us, but for everyone in the school that she's bullied." Jo looked Amy in the eyes. "Let's strip that bitch naked" she said. "Come on!" Amy and Jo left the stage hurriedly and ran for the exit. Miss Hall, the principal, quickly took to the stage. "Would everyone please remain calm, and stay seated" she ordered. The students, however, were having none of it, and immediately got to their feet and ran after Amy and Jo. Today, someone was going to put an end to the war, and everyone wanted it to be Amy, for multiple reasons. For a start, everyone liked Amy, she was a sweet girl, and seeing her embarrassed like that in front of everyone was just wrong. Many in the audience had also been on the receiving end of Ash's wrath, and wanted to see the snooty teen finally taken down a peg or two. And lastly, at a base level, people just wanted to see Ash nude. She was arguably the best looking girl in the school, and she knew it. She liked to show off, but never too much. She never needed to try too hard. Her skirts were always short enough to show her shapely legs, but not short enough to catch a glimpse of her underwear, and her tops were always tight enough to show her sizeable chest, without displaying any cleavage. Well, after the number she had done on poor Jo, all bets were off now. "Please everyone, stop!" cried Miss Hall, to no avail. The parents and some students remained seated. "I assure you, graduation WILL take place soon" said Miss Hall, "come hell or high-water!" And so Ash ran and ran. She wished she hadn't worn such tight jeans, as they made it harder to get to top speed. She slowed down a little to catch her breath, and looked backwards to see if she was safe. At the end of the long school corridor, a door burst open and in charged Amy, followed by about forty students! The color drained from Ash's face. The crowd roared it's approval upon seeing Ash and they ran on towards her. Ash spun on her heels and raced for the exit. She was a good seventy foot ahead of the mob, and made it to the exit. Ash tried turning the door knob, but it was locked! With every second, the crowd was gaining on her. She turned, and there was Amy at the front, maybe thirty feet away. Ash bolted into the nearest classroom, her eyes searching for a way out. The window maybe? Her heart was thumping, it felt like it might leap out of her chest. She raced for the window and tried to fiddle with the lock. Too late. The door behind crashed open and Amy raced in. Ash was balanced on a table trying to open the window, when Amy grabbed her by the back of the jeans and pulled backwards. Ash looked surprised, and then toppled backwards onto the floor, landing on her butt. The fall winded her, and she sat lay there coughing for a few moments. The large group encircled the lone girl. Ash was scared, but she was trying not to let the mask slip. Amy stood in front of her, slowly clapping her hands. "Well, well, well Ashley. Looks like it all ends here. I guess it's one against, oooooh, maybe thirty? Forty?" Amy shook her head and smiled "That's not good odds for you, Ashley." Ashley remained on the ground. "Yeah Amy, I guess you're right. You've really got me this time", she sneered. "And it only took half the school helping you. Well done." Amy was annoyed by her cavalier attitude. "I didn't need anyones help. They just want to see the spoiled little princess get her comeuppance." The crowd roared in approval. Someone started a chant, "STRIP HER, STRIP HER, STRIP HER" Several of the student s ran and grabbed Ash and lifted her to her feet. They held her in front of Amy. Ash remained defiant. Amy struck her across the face with an open hand. "That's for Jo." She slapped Ash again. "That's for Kate." Ash swallowed hard, fighting back tears. "And this one is for ME" snarled Amy, drawing back her arm. "WAIT!" shouted Ash. Amy stopped a second. "Is this how it's going to be, yeah? You can't beat me on my own, so you get the school to help, yeah?" Amy looked impatient. "Ash, it's not…." "It IS Amy. Face it, you need help. You always need help. Why don't you grow up and take responsibility? Can't you beat me on your own? Haven't you got the guts? Or is it like you said in the video - that you're a cheater!" Ash spat the last words out. Both girls were now red in the face. Amy stood for a minute, considering her options. "Let her go" ordered Amy. The students holding Ash looked baffled. "Let her go!" They relented, and Ash was free once again, although still trapped in the classroom. Amy stared Ash in the eye. "Okay then, you against me. Just the two of us." She turned to address the mob of students. "No one step in. No one help. This is between me and her. We'll settle this once and for all." No one could quite believe it. Ash had appealed to Amy's sense of pride. She had already admitted on film, in front of the school, that she was a cheater. Amy shuddered just thinking about it. She had to use this moment to prove that she was a strong, independent, grown up. She was an adult now, she could solve her own problems. And Ashley Brooks was most definitely a problem. The crowd backed away to give them space. Amy and Ash started to circle each other. Both seemed reluctant to make a move. Ash felt like things were starting to go her way. She started to goad Amy, to get her to make a mistake. "Oh Amy, you're gonna get stripped today. The people have seen the video, now they want more. They want to see it all." Amy felt her blood boiling. "Oh yeah Ash? Well it's you we're going to see. Everyone's gonna get a nice long look at those big titties of yours today." Ash just smiled. "Is that so? I might just hang you up like I did with Jo? She acts so tough, but everyone saw that she's just a crying little baby today." Amy's fists clenched hard. Ash carried on talking. "Yes, I'll get Pam to help too. Remember when she spanked you with your own belt Amy? You cried and cried and…." Amy could take no more. She lunged forward at Ash, but Ash was ready and stepped out of the way, keeping one foot out to trip Amy, who went flying into a desk with a resounding "Oooooof!" With Amy briefly bent over a desk, Ash reached for the waistband of her black pants. But Amy twirled round to face Ash, and swung a right hook at her. Ash moved backwards to avoid the blow, and suckerpunched Amy in the stomach. The blond girl dropped to her knees in pain. The crowd couldn't believe it. They started chanting for Amy, to reinvigorate her. Again she got to her feet and reached for Ash, but Ash was remaining calm. She dodged Amy, who once again fell onto a table. She was exhausting herself. Ash took the opportunity, and took Amy by her t shirt, and tore it up over her head, exposing the slender girl's bright red bra. Her breasts jiggled as the shirt was taken from her, and she quickly clasped her arms shut over her underwear. Amy had a very bad feeling about this. Ash was grinning from ear to ear. "See Amy? That's the difference between us. I remain calm under pressure. Well, that, and I have much better tits than you." Some of the crowd laughed. Amy was now very concerned that she was losing the crowd over onto Ash's side. That was the last thing she needed. She looked around at them. "Come on, somebody help me!" she said. "Hold her again!" The students just shook their heads. "You told us not to Amy." piped up one of them. Amy felt her legs go a bit wobbly. She looked from face to face, but none could hold her gaze. "Please? Won't somebody help me? She's stripping me!" whimpered the exasperated girl. Ash started to laugh. "Oh my god, this is the most pathetic thing I've ever seen! Let's get it over with!" she pushed Amy hard, and the partially disrobed girl fell onto her back. Ash went to work on Amy's pants, trying to rip them off. Amy shot her hands down to keep them up. The students watched intently, and there was a glimpse of bright red panties, as the pants slipped down an inch or so. Some of the crowd were now taking photos, and Amy was painfully aware that in the struggle, one of her breasts had popped out of her bra and was merrily bouncing around. Amy managed to kick out, catching Ash hard in the crotch, and Ash staggered backwards. She bumped into Sara, one of the students who had come along to see Ash get her just desserts. Ash had tormented Sara for years, and had made a habit of stealing her glasses. Ash, feeling like she could do no wrong at the moment, decided to grab Sara's glasses from her. Ash put them on and walked towards Amy, who was still lying on the ground in her smart black pants and red bra. She had used the time to put her boobs back in the bra. Ash capered in front of Amy wearing Sara's glasses. "Come on Amy, you wouldn't hit a girl in glasses, would you?" cackled Ash. With the joke made, she took off the spectacles and through them into the corner, where the lenses could be heard shattering. "Hey!" cried Sara. Ash turned and looked at her. "What did you say, you little four eyed bitch?" said Ash, stalking towards Sara. Sara regretted it. Ash grabbed Sara by the hair and pushed her forwards till she was bent over on the teacher's desk. The crowd watched. Amy put her shirt back on. What the hell was Ash up to now? "If you have a problem with me" rasped Ash to Sara, "You know what happens." With that, Ash flipped Sara's skirt up over her back, exposing her white Hanes Her Way knickers and her petite rump, and started viciously spanking the girl in front of everyone! It was to be Ash's ultimate undoing. The mood in the room changed instantly. It was to have been a fair fight between two girls, but now Ash had gone power crazy. Her hand was sadistically whacking Sara's panty clad butt, Sara was crying at the pain and the humiliation, and Ash was ranting at the room, "This is what happens to you! Don't mess with me! Boy, girl, I don't care, I'll spank the hell out of you! All of you!" Just as Sara thought her bum couldn't take any more, the spanking stopped. She looked up to see that one of the jocks had grabbed Ashley and put a hand over her mouth. "You know Ash, you're hot, but you're still a nasty bitch. So just shut up and take it." He pushed Ash into the middle of the crowd, which, this time, quickly closed in on her. Ash looked around panic stricken, as this huge group of people, male and female, surrounded her. She felt hands, clawing at her, grabbing, ripping, tearing. She felt her shirt being lifted up, exposing her neon pink bra, now the only thing covering her ample breasts. She felt a hand clutching at the clasp of the bra. The inexpert nature of it suggesting it was a boy's hand. "Stop, stop, stop it!" She roared. "I'll strip you all! You're all gonna get it now! EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!" The ridiculous nature of her protestations had the assembled throng in gales of laughter. But the laughter soon reached fever pitch, as the boy finally unhooked Ash's bra, which fell to the floor with a thunking sound. The room was momentarily silenced as they took in the view. The view of the large bra with great big falsies in it. The view of Ash's tiny, A-cup breasts, her small nipples standing out like bullets, the view of her face as she was exposed, exposed as a fraud. "OMG, they're fake!" "I've got bigger ones than her!" cried one boy. The noise resumed as everyone joined in the hilarity. Ash could feel hands all over her body, squeezing what little of her boobs there was, pinching and flicking her nipples. She still struggled, lashing out and kicking, but there was too many of them. Now she felt hands working away on her jeans, her tight, tight jeans. Even Ash had a struggle getting them on and off. "STOP" came a voice in the corner. Everyone stopped and turned. It was Amy. She smiled. "It's not the same if we don't film it." said Amy, getting out her camera phone. "How's it feel to be on the other side of the lens, Ash? How's it feel? This video is going all over youtube. All over Facebook. All over the world. I'm going to send it to everyone I know. We all are. When we have our ten year reunion? We're going to show this video. This is the end, Ash. This is it. All your years at school, building up to this. Your legacy. In a hundred years time, people are gonna talk about the video of Ashley Brooks, and how she never, ever showed her face again." The crowd erupted once more in cheers. Amy sure knew how to deliver a speech. She pointed the camera at Ash's flat chest and said "Oh, and by the way. I got much better tits than you." Ash was about to reply, but she felt work resuming on removing her jeans. There were lots of hands pulling, and Ash knew she couldn't stop them all. Instead, she decided to grab hold of her knickers, to make sure they didn't come down with the jeans. She felt a hand fumbling with her buttons, and a sharp tug pulled the jeans down an inch. Another tug took them further down. Ash's matching hot pink undies were partially visible. One herculean tug later and her jeans were just above her knees. Ashley Brooks' pink panties were exposed for all to see. She lay there, allowing the jeans to be pulled completely off, leaving her lying on the floor, surrounded by her classmates, completely naked except for her small pink undies and black socks. Now everyone knew she was a fraud, as her tiny bare boobies, that she had so carefully hidden for so many years, were now exposed to all. She wished her nipples would stop being so stiff, but so many hands kept playing with them. And through it all, there was Amy, filming her......

Amy Traps and Strips Kirsty Part 1 Tue Aug 30, 2005 14:45 82.38.237.109 This first part sets the scene rather then has a lot of stripping and humiliation attached to it. In later parts Kirsty starts to get some of her own back on Amy some of the readers from my last story might notice that there are some similarities I have used some of my past experiences to help me on this. ****************** Big Mal Young was a music promotions manager he not only organised tours for up and coming young bands but he managed them as well. The brightest hope in his stable of talent wasn't just a local rock band but this band had a dynamite young singer named Kirsty Adams. Not only did Kirsty have a great voice she was able to sing anything from Rock ballads to driving heavy rock anthems. Mal once described her as a female version Jon Bon Jovi it seemed like she had the tonsils of Tarzan and the range of Jennifer Rush. He once remembered telling one of his associates that this girl could make Cyndi Lauper sound like Karen Carpenter not that he was knocking the late Karen Carpenter whose voice he loved. But Mal Young knew that a talent like this comes once in a lifetime he was also aware of how lucky he was to have found this girl. Mal felt torn as it was his daughter's 18th today he'd promised her that she would have a band of her own to manage but more importantly if it hadn't been for his daughter Amy he would never have come across Kirsty Adams. Amy Young was feeling on top of the world today was her 18th Birthday and her Dad was about to give her own band to manage. This excited Amy on two counts the first and probably most important was that she was about to take charge the life of Kirsty Adams a former student at her school. Amy would never forget the day that Kirsty had humiliated her at school, during a gym class Amy had pulled Kirsty's shorts down in front of the whole as a practical joke. Kirsty just glared at the girl as she pulled them back up, after class nothing was aid but Amy had a feeling it wasn't over yet. She was right later on at lunch break Kirsty made her way over to where Amy and her friends were chatting. "Can I help you?" Amy asked in a condescending manner. Kirsty never said anything she simply lashed out at Amy's face splitting her nose then ripped her blouse open and pulled over her shoulders and down her arms effectively trapping them. The boys just moved back knowing they were going to see a lot more of Amy if they stayed out of it the girls seemed to be rooted to the spot. "OK bitch you thought it was funny to show my body off now it's my turn." Kirsty then pulled at Amy's flimsy expensive lace bra revealing her boobs as soon as the air hit her nipples Amy felt them harden. "OH Amy what big nipples you have." Kirsty rolled one of them between her thumb and finger pinching it a little and watching as Amy flinched. Then she pulled Kirsty's skirt down as she did she warned Amy not to try and kick her or she'd grab a hand full of her pubic hair and wrench it out. Amy knew she was beaten and just hoped the humiliation would soon end so she could plan the demise of this bitch. After scoring a moral and a physical victory over Amy Kirsty left the hapless Amy in the middle of the school yard tied by her blouse. Her bra in tatters around her shoulders and her skirt and knickers looking like a puddle on the ground. It took a few seconds for some help to arrive and help Amy sort herself out and the rest of the day she had to tie her blouse as it had no buttons left which also made her ample bust show through the blouse. The rest of their school days were spent trying to avoid each other but that wasn't to be as Kirsty was a talented musician and had formed a rock band at school. It was Amy's Father Malcolm young or big Mal to those who knew him who had taken Kirsty's band under his wing. Secondly the real money making was not just with the band but with Kirsty herself she was about to become a hot property as soon as she signed on the dotted line. "Well baby today's the day you join the company and make the big decisions well some of them." "Some of them?" "I know how you feel about Kirsty Adams, but she's our biggest asset honey we can't let personal feelings get in the way of business." "Daddy I got plans for that girl that will make her a multi-millionairess and us a hell of a lot richer." As big Mal looked his daughter in the eye he noticed that there was a cold look in her eye but somehow he knew this was not just a personal vendetta. "OK Honey give me the details of this wonderful plan you have for this girl." "I'll tell you what Daddy I'll come over to your office at about 2.30 PM with all the details and then you tell me what you think." At 2:30 PM sharp Amy knocked on the door of her father's office. "Hi Daddy can I come in?" "Sure Honey now what's this great plan you have for Kirsty and her band?" "Well it's not so much the band as it's Kirsty Dad you see she's going to be so big." "Yeah Yeah Yeah I know that Baby but I want details." "OK you know this project that Uncle Paul is working on in Oregon?" "With the two Psychos yea I do what about it?" "Well they seem to have run into a few problems right now Dad and CJ knows Uncle Paul pretty well she asked him if he knew of anyone who could launch the sale of some of these products in Europe." "Products? what are you talking about Amy we're in the Rock business here." Mal was beginning to feel a little uneasy with this he'd heard from his brother Paul a little about what was going on but was unable to tell him too much. "I know that Daddy but this here shower gel makes the skin as soft as that of a new born baby." "Amy they all say that I don't have time for this." Amy said no more but handed Mal the papers that Uncle Paul had sent her along with photos of this naked girl named Amanda. Mal turned to his computer and went to the website to his amazement everything added up he looked further into this and checked all the claims that had been made in the papers that Amy had shown him. "I have some of that gel Daddy I want to use that on Kirsty not by trickery but I want her to be willing to do it." Amy didn't have to say too much more she could see that she had caught her Father's imagination. "Amy this is breaking some of the rules I mean Rock isn't about shower gels and beauty etc." "I know what your thinking Daddy but lets just say we're re-writing the rules. Kirsty is still going to be wild Dad I mean she's going to be wearing nothing but a bikini or bra and knickers on stage or TV for a long time to come. Not only that but we only get a percentage from the products but other knock on products like personal clothing such as.." "Bikini's and underwear are all ours right Honey?" Amy just nodded at that moment she realised she had her Father on-board and Kirsty Adams fate was now sealed. Amy Traps and Strips Kirsty Part 2 Thu Sep 1, 2005 14:34 82.38.237.109 After her meeting with Mal her father Amy made her way to the hall where Kirsty and her band were rehearsing and trying a few new numbers. She just stood in the background watching and listening as they band went through their paces it always amazed her that Kirsty had such a great vocal range. She realised as well that her Father was right the real driving force, the talent behind the band really was Kirsty Adams. As she saw Kirsty playing bass guitar for one of the new numbers she had a marvellous idea develop in her mind for the following week. But right now she had to get Kirsty to sign on the dotted line then she could launch all the ideas she wanted on the other hand she also knew that Kirsty wasn't the kind of person who would give in so easily even after she'd signed up. As they finished that number the band took a break which gave Amy the chance to put the first part of her plan into action. "That sounded great Kirsty did you write that one?" "I wrote the lyrics but Kevin wrote the music." "Look I know there's not a lot of love lost between us Kirsty but we need to talk about the contract." "We signed for your Dad not you Amy." "That's true Kirsty but if you read clause 3 it tells you that changes maybe made to accomadate interests thats both yours and ours. But you're right you have signed for my Dad's company but you now come under my management read this it's from Dad personally I've not opened it as you can see he's signed over the seal as he usually does." Kirsty took the envelope from Amy and opened it sure enough there was the agreement that Kirsty would allow Amy to continue with their management. "I'm not happy with this at all how do I know you have our best interests at heart Amy? Kirsty stormed. "You don't Kirsty but you still signed a contract with us." Amy knew that she'd pushed Kirsty almost too far but this was still part of her plan, Kirsty stormed off to the ladies. Amy allowed her a few moments then followed her in. After checking all the cubicles she noted they were alone which is just what Amy wanted. Amy went to the sinks and filled up a paper water bomb similar to the ones they made at school then threw it over the top of the door soaking Kirsty. By the time Kirsty had removed her now wet knickers Kirsty was back in the hall in her previous position a few moments later a flustered and angry Kirsty came out of the toilets (bathroom). "Kirsty I want to run through that last number again I'm not happy with my rift." Kevin informed her. "Is that a good idea Kevin Kirsty looks pretty upset to me I think she had some bad news from me earlier." "I'll be fine. OK Kevin lets do it." Couldn't be a better time Amy said to herself I can make her life a misery in the next 20 minutes she'll be about right for next step Amy thought to herself. After a couple of minutes it was obvious that the vibrations from the bass guitar were getting to Kirsty's unprotected damp crotch. 'Wow nice job Kirsty good thing you play that damned bass so low.' "I'm not sure you got the mix right Kevin I think Kirsty's bass is coming through too strong. You need more treble on your lead Kevin and a little less bass from Kirsty and Joel on rhythmn." "Thanks Amy I was thinking the same lets start again." So they started again Amy heard from Kirsty's voice that the vibes were getting to her a little more now. After the next few attempts at the song poor Kirsty was feeling so horny each time she plucked on that bass the vibrations seemed to target her clitoris. Amy was grinning as Kirsty was visibly sweating from being on the edge of an orgasm and was still trying to concentrate on getting the right balance to her voice as well. "OK guys lets take one more break I think your just about there now I think poor Kirsty needs a drink as well." No one argued in fact they all seemed relieved by what she had just suggested. In fact Kirsty almost ran into the ladies no one but Amy had noticed this but Amy but the thing that pleased Amy all the more was that another female member of the management team was about to go into the toilets just after Kirsty. "Hi Julie just wait a moment can you?" Amy ran over to her she was pleased it was Julie as she had always considered Julie a good friend and wanted to bring her in on Kirsty's humiliation. "Hi Amy happy 18th I hope you have a great day." She kissed Amy and hugged her. "OH thank you Julie please I know this is going to sound strange but I need you to follow me on everything thats about to happen here." Julie gave Amy an odd look but agreed they then went into the toilets as Kirsty was beginning to come to her orgasm they looked at each other and burst out laughing. Amy then gave Julie a mischevious look and slowly took out a five pence coin and slowly opened the lock just as Kirsty sat on the toilet explode into an orgasm. Kirsty had dashed into the nearest open cubilcle the last twenty minutes had really got her hormy and frustrated. Things only seemed to get worse after losing her knickers in that juvinile prank that someone had played she would lay odds that it was that bitch Amy Young. But sadly she had no proof of that by the time she got out Amy was still in the same place she was in before they had that exchange of words earlier over the contract. It only made things worse when Kevin decided that he wasn't happy with his rift in the last number they'd practiced then Amy Young was there again agreeing with him. Well that's not really fair she just made a statement but Kevin had thought the same thing himself. They had played that over and over agin all the time the vibrations were working on her crotch she was so wet by that time she could barely concentrate on singing. Luckily Amy seemed to think that Kirsty might be in need of a drink the one element that seems to be coming up all the time is that bitch Amy Young. She thought to herself but then Kirsty decided that she was going to do what she really needed now and that was to fet rid of this frustration. She gingerly fingered herself and played with her right nipple as she did so this felt so wrong but at that stage Kirsty didn't care less. In a few moments she was almost there this was going to be one mother of an orgasm she heard the door open to her horror. But at this stage there was no stopping it she was like an express train to stop now would be impossible Kirsty Adams knew she was about to orgasm to an unseen audiance. In the next fwe moments events were a total blur but Kirsty was vaguely aware of the door being opened just as she orgasmed as she had never done before. "Well Kirsty was that good for you?" "I wish I'd had a camera with me Amy no one will believe this." Kirsty was doubled over both from the exhaustion of the experience as well as total humiliation. "I don't think your in any condition to go through that song again Kirsty. So I'm going to bail you out of this on one condition it means a slightly new contract and a nice weekend in London." She then turned to Julie at this point she knew that Kirsty had no way out. "Julie I want you to fix a two night stop in London for me and Kirsty one room and a single bed. But I want a heated cot on the balcony just a sheet and no quilt." "Got it and you want this when?" "Tonight and tomorrow night I also want you to fix up Kirsty's Mum with an appointment with Dr Bowen as soon as possible." "You know about my Mum?" "Yes I do Kirsty while I think your a bitch I don't think for a moment it's your Mum's fault since your Dad left she's done a great job raising you on her own and I respect her for that." "She had help from my brothers too she never raised me entirely on her own." "Yeah that's when you were out of her control. Anyway you got three hours till we go to London we'll discuss the future there. I promise you if this all goes right we're all going to make more money then you can possibly imagine." Amy Traps and Strips Kirsty Part 3 Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:34 82.38.237.109 It was three hours later that Amy found herself waiting outside Kirsty's home in the car ready to go to London. Julie had been as good as her word she'd set up the hotel room and the appointment for Sharon Adams the following week. Amy in fact had made sure that the appointment card was hand delivered to her an hour or so before she had more then a vague idea that Sharon would be very reluctant to accept the appointment. This was confirmed when she saw Kirsty waving to her from the front of the house, it wasn't a particularly great house but it was an OK type of house. Amy sighes as she got out of the car and made her way up to the house she had to admit she was impressed by the garden it was well laid out and was attractive. It was obvious that Sharon Adams herself had tended the garden although it looked professional there was no way she could afford a gardener to do that. But then given her medical condition she wouldn't be able to carry on tending it without medical help Amy decided this may be the handle she needed. "My Mum wants to speak with you seems she's not happy with your 'gift' to her." Kirsty sneered. "Yeah I figured it might be something like that it's going to be in all our best interests for her to accept it though Kirsty." "This is one of those few occassions I actually agree with you Amy." As she said that Kirsty showed Amy the way in as she entered Amy noted that the house was clean and well kept but the furnishing was old and sparse. "Hello Amy I know you and Kirsty have a fun weekend planned but I needed to speak to you." Amy almost laughed out as she saw Kirsty roll her eyes at her Mother's remark it was odd how Sharon Adams never seemed to realise that they hated each other. Kirsty needless to say was standing behind her Mother so Sharon Adams had no idea what was happening, Amy was never really certain of the Mother/daughter relationship between them. "We can always make time for you Mrs Adams." As Amy said this Kirsty made out she was pushing her fingers down her throat this made Amy smile. "Kirsty Adams you pull another face behind my back and I'll paddle your behind for you, don't think I'm not capable of still putting you over my knee young lady." Amy looked as Kirsty glowered at her. 'MMMMM another interesting point to remember this is becoming an interesting visit.' Amy thought. "What is the problem Mrs Adams?" "For a start Amy Young I think your quite old enough to drop the Mrs Adams and call me Sharon now." "OK thank you I will what's the problem Sharon?" "This Doctor's Appointment is the problem!" "In what way are you unable to make it at that time?" "I think you know what I mean Amy I don't think I can accept this I know you mean well but I think your Father has been kind enough in many other ways." "Well for one thing Sharon it wasn't from Dad it was from me I'm responsible for Kirsty and the band now. Although I did have to have Dad's approval on it but he was delighted about it we all agree that it's a good investment all round." Sharon Adams looked dumbfounded for a moment she never expected this girl no older then her own daughter making decisions like this. "Your father Mal takes on Kirsty's band and supports and encourages her little hobby. How can I be a good investment to you then Amy? Now you have me puzzzled to say the least." "Well Sharon that's a good question let me explain how. First of all Kirsty's little hobby is about to come to fruition we believe that Kirsty is set to be a massive star. The band is just average but Kirsty is the real talent she's the driving force and she's the one who will make it happen." "Kirsty? My little Kirsty? That can't be I mean she has a good voice and I'm proud of her but I'm sorry I can't see it." "We got a big tour planned in a couple of months Sharon this is where the real money's made not on recording contracts. So we need her focused on her performance we need her to know that your in capable hands. Sharon I promise you that Kirsty is going to make a lot of money we need her to be worry free." "Yes Mum that's part of the reason I'm going to London to finalise a few things right Amy?" Amy walked over to Kirsty this was what she hoped for a united front with Kirsty. The two of them managed to prsuade Sharon Adams that this was the best course of action to take so with reluctance Sharon accepted the appointment. An hour later the two girls were in Amy's car on the way to London neither really spoke that much despite their unhloy alliance with Sharon Adams. "What underwear are you wearing?" "As in colour or style?" "Erm both I guess Kirsty." "Black thong style knickers and a half cup bra. An you?" "I like to go commando but I got a white underwire bra." "An you go commando all the time?" "Pretty much all the time yea." "And I guess Daddy don't know about this." Kirsty giggled. "Hell no I daren't tell him." Both girls laughed Kirsty would never have imagined this of her nemesis before the whole situation seemed perverse she realised. "Why are we talking like this Amy? I think it's clear we're never going to get along." "I'll be honest with you Kirsty I hope we never do because as long as things continue like this our relationship is going to work just fine." "Meaning?" "One upmanship Kirsty, it's a good healthy Rock and Roll relationship look at Lennon and McCartney, The Gallaghers and Simon and Garfunkel to name a few." "The Gallaghers are just arse holes." "Maybe but many would disagree with that. As much as either of us hate to admit it Kirsty I need you as much as you need me I hope that the rivalry between us continues. There are two reasons your here this weekend the first is this discussion and the knowledge I can work with you the disagreement your Mum had shows we can work together." "the second reason?" "AHH yeah your really going to dislike that one but I want you to know that I'm open to be got back at." "Now I'm puzzled you want me to get back at you?" "Yep I think you'll need to get back at me for what I'm going to put you through but this is just you an me no one else OK?" Kirsty looked confused. "Open the glove compartment Kirsty and take out the shower gel i want you to use half tonight and half tomorrow night but dont get any on your hair." Kirsty gave her a puzzled look but Amy never responded. It was a short while later they got to the hotel Amy parked the car and both girls got out collected thier cases from the boot (trunk). "You know Kirsty one of the two big advantages I have with going commando is I don't have to worry about tucking my skirt in my knickers." "Yea I see that would be an advantage avoids a lot of embarrassment. But what is the second?" "Ill show you shortly Kirsty." They made their way from the hotel underground car park into the hotel as they entered the hotel Amy handed Kirsty her case so she could sign the register. Amy stopped a moment to take out her pen and small olive oil bottle with a dropper which she slipped into her handbag (purse). As she caught up with Kirsty, Amy slipped her hand to Kirsty's waist and pulled on her knickers giving her a painful back wedgie. There was little Kirsty could do but persevere with it the small walk to the reception desk there were one or two people around but not close enough to see what was going on. "Advantage number two." Grinned Amy. "Bitch I'll get you for that." It was painful for Kirsty as she was still on tippy toes Amy still hadn't let go. As Amy was signing the register Kirsty struck back undoing her bra so as she stood up it just hung loose in her blouse this caused Amy's nipples to stand out and an embarrassed Amy to take her bra off in public. After signing in Kirsty took her own case and left Amy with her own case to deal with as well as carry her own bra through the reception area. "A fast payback Kirsty but I'm not finished yet." Amy threatened. Kirsty made sure that Amy remained in front of her as she removed her knickers and slipped them into her handbag. Amy smiled to herself this is what she hoped would happen the thing that Kirsty never realised was that their room was right at the top of the hotel. The next floor was the restaurant and a lot of people had just finished dinner and were going back to their rooms. In short it pushe Amy and Kirsty closer together Amy made sure that she positioned herself behind Kirsty. She slowly hoisted Kirsty's skirt then took out the bottle of olive oil out of her bag taking the dropper she squeezed a couple of drops of cold oil down Kirsty's butt crack. It took all her will not to gasp as the cool liquid found it's way down she dropped a couple more knowing it would be difficult for Kirsty not to let it go no further. "It's olive oil Kirsty so it's going to get thinner as it gets warmer sweetie." The lift seemed to take it's time as it got nearer to the top of the hotel all the while poor Kirsty was struggling hard to stop the oil from flowing down her legs. At last they got there the lift stopped and poor Kirsty almost run to the room if anyone had seen her they would have thought she was beginning to wet herself as the oil was now in view. Amy took her time getting to the door and made a fuss of finding the key one or two people passed by giving Kirsty some odd looks. Amy Traps and Strips Kirsty Part 4 Tue Sep 13, 2005 13:48 82.38.237.109 After getting in the room both girls started to giggle neither could believe what they had both just done. "I've neer done anything like that in my life well except at school but that was payback." "And none of that was?" "Well Kirsty that's how life is going to be from now on." "You really mean it this is just you an me?" "Yea I don't go running to Daddy and you don't go running to Mummy although I have to be honest Kirsty you will be getting the worst of it." "In your dreams." "No Kirsty I mean it you're going to be launching a new beauty product as well that's the shower gel you saw in the car." It was plain that Kirsty never knew what Amy meant but that never bothered Amy in the least she'd soon find out. As Kirsty looked around she noticed one or two oddities about the room but never mentioned anything at this stage. Amy ordered a dinner to be brought up to them in the room then she started to unpack some of the things she had in her case. Kirsty was in fact in the bathroom getting a shower she had made sure she put on the shower cap as Amy had instructed her to do so. Kirsty made sure she used half the bottle as well leaving the other half for tomorrow night she had no idea of what Amy had planned for this weekend only that it would set a few ground rules for the future. By the time Kirsty had finished showering it was pretty late the dinner had been brought up. "OH just in time to eat Kirsty I hope you don't mind I ordered for you." "Well as long as it beats a Big Mac and Fries Amy that's all I usually eat when we're on a gig." "Well Kirsty those days are over now I need you to eat a proper balanced diet now we got a special new image for you." "And you still want me to be taken as a serious Rock and Roll artist?" "Kirsty we're going to re-write the rules for you your still gonna be big bad an wild but you're gonna have a slightly different image." Kirsty looked doubtful at Amy. "You have to trust me on this Kirsty that's why I need to be more vulnerable to you an you need to get back at me more then a usual manager." "Your Dad knows of this?" "Most of it not all of it he'll hate the reutation I'm going to have to pick up for a while but as needs must I'm going to have to do it. We're both in this right up to our tits Kirsty but it's gonna be quite a roller coaster ride." With that both girls ate their dinner Kirsty felt a little vulnerable just sat in a towel while Amy was sat fully dressed. "I don't know about you Kirsty but I'm tired and I need my beauty sleep we got a long day again tomorrow." As she said this Amy got up and made her way to the only bed in the room Kirsty was looking puzzled as she wondered where she was going to sleep. "Where do I sleep?" "AHHH yea I forgot to tell you Kirsty but this is part of your treatment this weekend." "My treatment? Am I sick or something?" "No of course not but for this Shower Gel application to work you need to sleep outside for the next couple of night." "And if it rains?" "You get wet. Look don't worry it won't rain and besides your on a balcony and pretty well covered." "We're on the top floor." "Kirsty there's a gazebo there you wont get wet it wont rain." "It's going to be damned cold." "That much is true but I got you a heated cot you'll be warm enough this has been done before in colder tempretures then this." For some unknown reason Kirsty went along with it she wasn't to know but while she was in the shower Amy had applied some strong sedatives to her drink and kirsty was now feeling the effects of them. She walked out onto the balcony feeling unsure of herself she was now feeling a little woozy so much so she never felt Amy pull the towel off her she was now stark naked and never even realized it. Amy watched and smiled to herself as Kirsty made her way to the warm cot and curled up in it and was soon asleep. It took Amy much longer to get to sleep as she was excited about all she was going to do to Kirsty but felt as excited about Kirsty getting her payback as well. The last thing that Amy remembered was congratulating herself for the olive oil trick it was great watching poor Kirsty suffering especially when the oil oozed down her leg. She would also never forget the look on that couples face when they saw it nor will she forget the embarrassment of having to take off her bra in the main lobby. Amy wasn't a lesbian but she found it amusing to see people trying hard not to humiliate themselves the best part came when they realised it was too late. Kirsty was surprised she had slept so well and was even more surprised to see a fully dressed Amy trying to wake her up. "Come on sleepy head we got a lot to do today." "I need to pee before I do anything Amy unless you want a puddle on the floor." "EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW no I'll give that a miss go on Kirsty before you wet yourself" Amy laughed. I wonder if that sedative had that effect on her I'll have to watch out for that we don't want any accidents here. Amy thought to herself but it was fun watching her run, a few minutes later Kirsty came out of the bathroom she'd had a shower although she hadn't used the last of the shower gel yet Kirsty did notice that some of her pubic hair was looking a little thin. She decided the time wasn't right to say anything just yet but she did comment on how nice her skin looked. "That stuff really seems to work Kirsty your skin even feels a little softer." "Yeah I thought that too Amy but seems a little odd it happened this quick I think it's just that I just washed thats all." "Yeah your probably right Kirsty." Amy giggled to herself 'Just wait till you start to put something on an see how the material feels against your skin.' Although Amy knew that Kirsty would be able to wear clothes with her skin being so soft the clothes would almost certainly have a 'new' feel to them. This morning they both went down for breakfast rather then have breakfast in their room. "Going commando again Amy?" "No a little too cold today Kirsty but who knows by the end of the day." They both giggled loudly attracting a little too much attention for their liking. Kirsty surprised herself going for the full English Breakfast rather then the continental breakfast. "It's OK Kirsty the company's paying. In fact I'm feeling hungry myself I'll join you." This made Kirsty feel a little better it seemed weird here she was spending and enjoying a weekend with a girl she thought she absolutely loathed. After breakfast they went out to Oxford Street to do some shopping the whole morning seemed to fly by in no time at all it seems to be lunch time. "As I don't want Dad to get too pissy with me I think we'd best eat at MacDonalds for lunch is that OK?" "Yeah that's fine Amy I can slum it if you can." So lunch was at MacDonalds at Marble Arch it wasn't too warm so they both sat inside. Kirsty noticed that Amy seemed a little distant so took advantage of it by slipping afwe ice cubes down Amy's cleavage. "OHHHHHHHHHH you cow! I'll get you back for that." she squealed as she was suddenly brought back to earth. "All's fair in love and war. That was for the olive oil last night incidently at least it was only down your bra." It was at that moment a manager came over and asked them to leave and not bother coming back. "Well Kirsty I've never been banned from a MacDonalds before." "Nope me neither I think that has to be a first in most people's books." The afternoon was spent buying a variety of bikinis and various types of underwear in Kirsty's size. Much of it was bought without Kirsty's knowledge this had to be or she would have smelt a rat and this was the last thing that Amy wanted right now. As they finally finished they got a cab back to the hotel just in time for dinner at Amy's suggestion they had dinner in the restaurant. Once again Amy made sure that a sedative was added to Kirsty's drink it's a good thing it was only a house wine the last thing Amy wanted was to have Kirsty carried back to the room. As dinner was over they made their way back to the room Kirsty was sure that Amy would try to get her back for the ice down her cleavage. The truth was that Amy was planning jst that but not in the middle of the restaurant she was much more cunning then that. As they fot into the lift Amy unzipped Kirsty's skirt which fell to the floor the poor girl was so woozy she had no idea what was happening at all. Much to Amy's delight Kirsty had decided to go commando for dinner. Amy made no attempt to take off her top as this was pretty short and was actually showing off kirsty's lower half beautifully. Amy was deligted that there were so many cameras flashing all over the place if Kirsty saw any of these she would be devastated. With a little help Amy managed to get Kirsty showered and the last part of the shower gel was finally used up Kirsty Adams would never be quite the same again. That night Amy helped Kirsty to bed she spent another night naked on the balcony up to now everything had gone to plan better then she hoped. But things were soon going to change for both girls only Amy Young was aware of this but it still excited her. Amy Traps and Strips Kirsty Part 5 Sat Sep 17, 2005 07:51 82.38.237.109 The next morning Amy was awake early and looked out on the balcony to see Kirsty still asleep. Amy took the time to shower and dress this was going to be a great day for the both of them. Noticing Kirsty was still asleep Amy made her way out onto the balcony to wake Kirsty up but then thought better of it if she waited a little longer a few more people might get to see poor Kirsty in the buff. Amy always knew that this was a power trip for her but in a strange way even Kirsty paying her back seemes to excite Amy as well although she swore she would never allow herself to be in the same situationas Kirsty. At last about an hour later Kirsty started to wake up then to Amy's delight she saw a look of horror on Kirsty's face as she looked over to where Kirsty was looking. There were several people on other balconys although they couldn't see Kirsty at that time as soon as she stood up poor Kirsty would be seen by all of them. It was then that Amy decided to make her move and have a little fun at Kirsty's expense Amy wondered if any of those people on the balconys had been taking pictures the night before. Then Amy opened the door onto the balcony a few people stopped talking and looked over to their balcony. "Good Morning." Amy said brightly to some of the observers Kirsty heard a few return her greeting some said how cold it was. "You don't have to tell me it's cold I know." Kirsty grumbled it was quiet so only Amy heard it. Amy looked down and smiled Kirsty in fact from the look of her Kirsty was desperate to pee Amy then had a simply wicked idea spring to mind. She ignored Kirsty for a few minutes and talked to some of the other hotel guests knowing full well that if Kirsty tried to stand up she'd be noticed. After a couple of minutes it was pretty clear that Kirsty wouldn't last much longer and no way would she make it to the bathroom. In the corner of the balcony was a small bowl what it's purpose was is anyones guess but it was all there was out there. Amy looked over at the bowl and grinned Kirsty looked horrified at what Amy was suggesting but realising she had little choice Kirsty kept low and got over to the bowl. Amy smiled as Kirsty squatted over the bowl then finally released her bladder Kirsty's face was crimson as she peed into the bowl. "Do you hear that?" Kirsty heard someone, it sounded like a female voice ask Amy. "Erm yea sounds kinda weird almost like someone peeing into a bucket or something." Amy replied. "I wouldn't have been that precise." Came the female voice. "But whoever did that has to be really sick to want to pee on a balcony. It has to be on a balcony for us to hear it." "I agree with you entirely I can't imagine anyone that sick to do that." Kirsty was fuming now not only had she been humiliated like this but now Amy was rubbing her nose in it. Then she had an idea and snuck back into the room without being seen she could at least get dressed now. She closed and locked the door as she went in it never bothered Amy in the least as she'd hidden all Kirsty's clothes. A few minutes later she heard the door unlock and open and heard everyone gasp as a naked Kirsty walked out. "OH Amy darling that was very naughty of you to hide my clothes why not just say you want to seduce me again." As she said this Kirsty started to fondle the shocked Amy's boobs then she slowly started to unbutton her blouse. Amy got her thoughts together just as Kirsty was slipping her blouse off she grabbed Kirsty and ran back into the room. "YOU COW! that was evil." "And what you did was OK?" "You do realise that we're going to be the talk of this hotel for months now don't you? I shall never be able to look them in the eye again after this. Now you better go shower or I might be tempted to seduce you that stuff works great." Kirsty noticed the difference for the first time her skin felt as soft as silk and she had no pubic hair at all. A few minutes later Kirsty came out of the shower still wet but wearing a towel now. "OK Kirsty lets take a good look at you now and I mean everything I want to see just how much of a difference this stuff makes." "You mean you never knew how much this stuff would affect me?" "Well yes and no I mean I knew it was good but wow you feel like silk Kirsty it's going to be hard for anyone to keep their hands off you." "What have you done to me Amy? I feel like some kinda guinea pig in a sick experiment." "Calm down Kirsty you're every woman's dream you got skin like silk this also slows down the ageing process." "OK I can live with that up to a point so when does it wear off and when does my erm you know er..." "You mean pubic hair come back?" "Yea that's what I meant." "It don't I'm afraid Kirsty that's why I told you not to get it on your head in fact I made you wear a shower cap remember?" Kirsty was looking and feeling very bewildered at this point which pleased Amy no end. She took great delight in feeling, touching, squeezing and rubbing Kirsty all over especially down her spinal region. Amy remembered Kirsty telling someone at school that her back was really sensitive and with Kirsty in this position and situation she was unable to ressist. "Amy please I'd rather you didn't do that." "What rub and stroke your back Kirsty?" "MMMMMMMMMMM it has an unusual effect on me." "YEA I know Kirsty it makes me randy (horny) as well." Amy continued for a few more seconds then slapped Kirsty's backside bringing her round quickly. "I don't know about you but it's breakfast time and I'm starving. Tell you what Kirsty to save time just slip on that top of mine and those cut off shorts of yours." "People will stare though." "Hell Kirsty after what you did and said on that balcony a little while ago they're going to stare anyway." They both giggled as they recalled the incident then Kirsty got dressed and they went down to the first floor where the restaurant was situated for breakfast. As soon as they got into the restaurant eyes were watching them and tongues were wagging particularly at Kirsty's shorts. The two of them giggled and teased each other much to the obvious disgust of the other diners. But much to Amy's delight and to Kirsty's embarrassment her nipples started to stick through the top and there was no hiding this situation. "WOW Kirsty they could cut glass their that pointed gosh girl you are pleased to see me they're almost poking my eyes out." Amy Traps and Strips Kirsty Part 6 Fri Nov 25, 2005 14:26 82.47.216.7 Well the weekend was about over now both Amy and Kirsty were on their way back although not back home the two were on their way to Leeds to start the tour. The rest of the band were meeting them at Leeds later on that day the other guys in the band would stay on the bus but the two girls would stop at a hotel at least for tonight. Amy was unsure why her Dad had decided to start the tour this far North but there it was the decision had been made. Kirsty had hardly said a word since they left the hotel in London at first Amy was a little concerned about it. But then she realiased that things had changed an awful lot in the last forty eight hours and the fact that their lives would never be the same again after this. Meanwhile Kirsty was struggling to keep her concentration going Amy had pulled the rug right out from under her this time. During the trip to London the passenger seat had just had an ordinary seat cover over it and Kirsty had found this nice and comfortable she had in fact dozed quite nicely on it making the journey all the more pleasurable. At some point during the weekend Amy had swapped the seat cover for one of those beaded ones and in Kirsty's present condition this was turning into a nightmare for her. But at least it wont be so bad when we get onto the Motorway (Freeway) then the road would be smoother with less stops and starts. However, although the Motorway was a lot smoother then the other roads there still seemed to be a lot of ridges in the road from recent roadworks. Wether it was deliberate or not Amy seemed to be finding all the ridges and dips in the road all to Kirsty's constant discomfort. "A penny for them." "What?" "A penny for your thoughts Kirsty my Mum always says that when I'm quiet." "You mean your quiet sometimes?" "Yea but I try not to make a habit of it people may expect it all the time." "I know my Mum would she's always though I talked too much." "Well Mother knows best Kirsty." "Another saying by your Mother?" "Don't your Mum have any strange sayings?" "The main saying she says is keep that damned noise down." They both laughed then Kirsty continued. "But that was when we were rehearsing in the garage. She never has liked Rock music she always preferred Soul music." "Yeah I can picture her liking that she's got a sentimental side to her." Kirsty noted that Amy said it in almost admiring tone of voice. "Yea you made it quite clear you prefer her to me when we were back home just before we went to London." "Lets be Frank shall we?" Kirsty simply nodded. "You and me are too much alike to get on that well Kirsty but I do admire your Mum she did a great job in raising you. That's the main reason we helped her out Kirsty yea it does have a positive point with you being away. But don't you dare believe for a minute this is all because of you. As a performer you got a great talent and we're all going to make a hell of a lot of money but your Mum deserves better." Kirsty felt like she could have kicked herself as she remembered that Amy had lost her Mother while she was still a child and had been raised by her aunt as well as her Dad when he was able. "I guess you miss your Mum a lot Amy." "Damned right I do if I could I'd swap all this money for half an hour with my Mum just to say normal things and even just talk to her." There was a silence then for pretty much the next hour of the journey, Amy concentrated on the driving while Kirsty thought about her Mum and how she missed her. Kirsty reached down and stroked her bare leg it felt really weird it was so soft just like a baby's skin and the feeling of no body hair made her shiver a little. Her clothes did feel a little strange on her not heavy but kind of irritating she was wondering if it was the shower gel that Amy had given her causing this. But then she noticed that the movements of the car were slowly getting to her Kirsty just hoped that Amy wouldn't notice this and would get to Leeds as soon as possible. "Kirsty I'm going to pull off at the next service station I don't know about you but I'm starving." "Erm OK Amy if you must I'm not that hungry myself." Amy smiled to herself she had realised why Kirsty had been so quiet it was while Kirsty was stroking her leg that she noticed a very small damp patch on Kirsty's shorts. 'WOW I bet this stuff is making her randy (horny) as well.' Amy thought to herself she then planned another little scheme to humiliate poor Kirsty again. Five minutes later they were pulling into a Motorway Service station. 'My little beaded friend is doing the job rather nicely.' Amy thought to herself. "Right here we are Kirsty Lunch is on me." But you'll pay a price she thought to herself. As they got out the car amy saw to her great delight that Kirsty was just wearing the shorts and no knickers but what was more then that they were virtually see through as they were that wet with the car seat exciting Kirsty as they drove. Kirsty realised as soon as she got out the car what had happened she suddenly felt the cold air hit her backside (ass). "You know this would happen you bitch." Kirsty spat out. "Well lunch is on me Kirsty you have to give me credit for that." They made their way to the cafeteria in the service station Kirsty heard the stifled laugter and even some of the crude remarks from some of the other travellers. Kirsty tried as hard as she could to maintain what little dignity she had after collecting a meal they found a table sadly it was at the far end so poor Kirsty had to go through all the cat calls yet again. But this time Kirsty had a plan she knew just how to get Amy back for this it would be childish but it would still cause her maximum humiliation as well. While Amy was paying for the meal Kirsty noticed that she had a spare pair of knickers in her handbag (purse)without Amy being aware Kirsty fished them out of the bag, took a pair of sciccers and simply cut the elastic. "That's not going to bother me I told you I frequently go commando." Amy said with a smile as she just caught what Kirsty had done. 'I know Amy dear thats what I'm counting on.' Kirsty thought to herself as they walked over to the table. As they sat down Kirsty positioned herself directly opposite Amy nothing was said as they ate until Kirsty dropped her bottle of fruit shoot. (A squeezy type of bottle with a fruit drink in it). The next thing that Amy was aware of was when she felt a cold sticky drink being squirted between her legs and with it being an orange drink it was going to stain the white skirt she was wearing. "People are going to think I pissed myself now!" "I know. Revenge is a dish best served cold." After eating both girls went back to the car although Kirsty was dry there was still a telltale stain and Amy well she was still soaking wet as they returned.

ALWAYS LAST by StoryGuy ALWAYS LAST - 1 Karen was happy. Her body had finally started to develop. At this point she still had no hair around her pussy but her chest, instead of being flat, now had tiny breast buds poking out. They were nothing compared to her 14 year old sister Lori's or 13 year old sister Ashley's but Karen was only 11. Some of her friends had already started to develop but many still had the body of a six year old. Lori, Ashley, and Karen all shared the same room. Karen had looked with envy at her sisters longing for the day she would "become a woman." Many nights she would fall asleep rubbing her flat chest. A friend had told her such action would "help her grow" so she faithfully followed the suggestion. Being the youngest, Karen always found herself last. When she played with her sisters, it was always Karen who would be the baby if they were playing house, if playing tag, the first to get caught. Her sisters weren't mean about it but they were always faster, stronger, taller, or somehow ahead of Karen. There were advantages though. There was always an older sister to stick up for her. An older sister to help her. All in all, the girls seemed to get along very well. Karen was proud of her newly developed tits. She had been waiting for a comment from one of her sisters congratulating her but so far neither had said anything. Karen almost wanted to blurt out "Look what I've got!" but was much too shy. She remembered her sisters talking about their own chests when they first developed. Now that Karen had something, she wanted desperately to engage in an "adult" conversation with her sisters. One night, as the sisters were doing homework, the two older started a conversation. "Did you hear that Mary is going in for another operation?" Lori began. "You're kidding! She's already had four," Ashley commented. Karen had no idea what her sisters were talking about or who Mary was. "Actually five," corrected Lori. "All because no one noticed her problem." "I know. If only they had found out. One little pill instead of all those operations," continued Ashley. "I'm glad I had you to check me." The last comment caught Karen's attention. "Well, if it hadn't been for you seeing my problem and me getting one of those pills, I could be going through the same thing Mary is," added Lori. Karen was now a little more than curious and somewhat scared too. "What problem?" she asked "Oh nothing," Lori dismissed. "It's just something girls have to watch out for when they start to develop. You've got nothing to worry about." Karen became nervous. Hadn't her sisters noticed her development? Could she have a problem? "What?" "Some girls don't grow right," Ashley explained. "Lori doesn't like to talk about it. If they find out soon enough, they just give you a pill. If they don't, they have to keep operating until everything is fixed." "I've started to develop," Karen blushed. "Oh," Lori commented. "Are you OK?" "I guess so," stammered Karen. "You guess so?" questioned Ashley. "You don't know?" "Do you know what to look for?" Lori asked. "No," mumbled Karen nervously. "Do you want us to check you?" Ashley offered. Karen nodded. "It's kind of embarrassing," Lori told Karen. "You're going to have to take your clothes off and we're going to have to look at you." Karen thought for a moment. The idea of having her sisters examine her might be embarrassing but it was better than going to the hospital for operations. "OK" "Take your clothes off and get on the bed," Ashley said to Karen. Karen nervously stood and stripped to her panties. Her sisters seemingly ignored her as she climbed onto the bed. "I'm ready," Karen offered. Lori and Ashley looked over. "You're going to have to take your panties off too," Ashley said. "Oh," Karen commented as she slipped them off. The two older sisters walked to either side of the bed. "Stay still," Lori instructed. As she did, she reached out and started to feel Karen's tiny breast bud. Karen blushed but remained motionless. Lori, finishing with one side, moved to the other. "Seems OK to me but you'd better check too," Lori commented to Ashley. Ashley repeated Lori's movements, pushing and squeezing Karen's mounds. Karen shifted some. The pinching of her sensitive mounds proved a little uncomfortable. "Does that hurt?" Ashley asked. Karen nodded. "Oh..." Ashley mumbled. "What?" Karen questioned. Had Ashley found something? "Ah, nothing," Ashley answered. She looked up at Lori with concern. "We'd better check the rest." Lori nodded. Karen began to get more nervous. "Open your legs," Ashley told Karen. Karen spread her legs opened. "This is the part I hate," mumbled Ashley. "You're not going to like this, Karen, but it has to be done." With that, Ashley's hands went to Karen's bald pussy and her slit was pulled open. A flush came over Karen's face. Ashley bend down and looked closer. "I think it's OK but you'd better look too," Ashley told Lori. Ashley stood up as Lori's thumbs went to Karen's pussy lips. Karen felt herself being opened again as Lori bent down. "Open more," Lori instructed. Karen, wanting Lori to be sure, moved her legs further apart. Lori studied the prone girl's pussy for a while. "It looks OK from the outside," she commented. She shifted her hand until the pussy lips were being held open with only one hand. With her free hand, Lori extended a finger and started inserting it into the gaping hole. Karen, feeling the invasion, jumped and snapped her legs closed. "What are you doing?" she exclaimed. Lori stood up with an irritated look on her face. "I think she's had enough, Ash, Let's just forget it and see what happens!" "No. We can't do that," Ashley answered. She then looked down at Karen. "We've got to check the inside. If you don't want to, it's OK," Ashley explained to Karen. Karen didn't answer but slowly reopened her legs. This time Ashley's hands went to the exposed pussy. She carefully opened the slit and Karen felt a finger slip inside. For the first time, something was in Karen's canal. She had assumed that something entering her would hurt but it hadn't. She could feel her sister's finger moving inside her. It felt strange. Unconsciously Karen's legs parted more giving the visitor more room. She stayed motionless as the digit slowly turned inside her. The experience was actually quite pleasant. Karen was disappointed when the finger pulled out. She then felt a small jolt as the finger moved to the top of her slit. "What did that feel like?" Ashley asked. "It tingles," Karen answered. "Good," Ashley commented as she bumped Karen's clit again. Karen felt another jolt. The feeling of humility was being replaced by a new feeling of pleasure. Ashley's finger slowly slid around Karen's slit. The sensations Karen was feeling were new to her. She didn't understand them but wanted more. Slowly her eyes closed as her mind concentrated on the sensations emanating from between her legs. She had been told to stay still but her body had to move. Her hips began to shift and her ass lifted from the bed pushing her crotch into the hand between her legs. Karen's breathing quickened and became ragged. Her knees bent and flopped down on the bed opening her legs even more. Moans were coming from deep within her almost like someone else was making the noise. Her hips were rotating, keeping rhythm with the finger moving up and down her now wet slit. The presence of her sisters had completely left Karen's mind. Every cell in her body was concentrating on the sensations being produced between her legs. She had never experienced this kind of pleasure. Every stroke of the finger seemed to increase the pleasure even more. Her body was writhering uncontrollably. Her feet were planted firmly on the bed pushing her hips against the finger causing the intense shocks traveling throughout her body. Suddenly there seemed to be almost an explosion in her crotch. Karen's breath sucked in as waves of pleasure radiated from her pussy. She knew she was making noises but had no power to stop them. Her stomach muscles quivered as her hips pushed her sopping wet pussy up. Her ass was suspended in the air. Karen's body had taken control of itself away from her mind. Her chest heaved as her lungs fought for air. After what seemed like hours, her mind regained control over her body. The sensations between her legs subsided and her body fell back onto the bed. She was finally able to catch her breath. She had no idea what had just happened but it was the best thing she ever experienced. "I think she'll be fine," Karen heard a voice say. A smile came over her face. She might be OK now but she knew she'd need a lot more checks to make sure there were no problems. ALWAYS LAST - 2 Over the next few days, the reality of what had happened with her sisters sunk in. Karen was embarrassed by what she had done. Girls weren't supposed to let people see that part of them. Even when she went to the doctor, he never looked there. Once she had to take everything off except for her panties at the doctor's. He had checked every part of her but even he didn't look between her legs. The closest he had come was to pull the front of her panties almost to her slit to check her tummy but "that" part was still covered. Still, what her sisters had done to her had felt good... Karen didn't understand why something that shouldn't have been done had felt so nice. For eleven years, that part of her body had just been there. What had her sisters done to make it feel that way? Karen wanted to explore herself to see if she could find "the spot" but if her sisters caught her, she thought she'd die. She had attempted to touch herself in the bathtub but was almost caught when her mother had walked in. For now, she'd just have to wonder. When the weekend came, Karen's luck changed. Her sisters were going to a sleep over party. Karen had the room to herself. That night she went to bed a little earlier than normal. For the first half hour or so, Karen just lay there. She didn't want to do anything in case her mother looked in to check her as she sometimes did. As the time passed, Karen became more relaxed yet anxious. Sensing her mother wasn't going to come in, Karen pulled her nightgown up and slipped her hand into her panties. Even though she was alone, the action made her blush. She knew she wasn't supposed to touch herself but no one was there and no one would know. At first, she just cupped her bald pussy. It felt like it always did. She could feel her hand on her pussy but it didn't make any special sparks like it did when her sisters touched her. She then remembered that her sisters had spread her open. Karen opened her legs to give herself room to spread her pussy lips but couldn't really do it. When her legs opened, they pulled her panties against her slit and she couldn't move her hand too well. The panties would have to go. Karen shyly looked around the dark room. She knew she was alone but checked anyway. Once satisfied, she shoved her panties down and lifted her feet out of them. She knew she'd need them later so she shoved the garment under her pillow. She could now open her legs and have room to work. Karen brought both hands to her crotch. Each hand gently grabbed a pussy lip and she pulled them apart. She lay like that for a while. It was kind of exciting to do something that naughty but the feelings she had felt before were absent. Karen thought for a moment. Maybe it was something inside her because her sister had put her finger in there. Shifting around, Karen opened herself with only one hand. Tentatively she touched the inside part of her slit with the other. It was wet and sticky. She didn't remember her pussy ever feeling like that before. Maybe what she was doing was right. Slowly she pushed her finger in some. It felt strange. She could feel the warm wetness inside her. It felt tight but her finger slipped right in. She stopped pushing and let her finger rest inside her for a moment. She wasn't sure how far her sister's finger had gone but Karen was a little nervous about breaking something that might be in there. Karen was beginning to feel a little anxious. She wanted to experience the same pleasures as she had when her sisters examined her. She thought she was doing the same things they did but something wasn't working. Gaining courage, Karen pushed her finger deeper. It was warm and gooey but there was still no magic like before. She moved her finger and felt it moving inside her. It felt the same as her sister's but there was no tingling. After spending many minutes moving her finger around, Karen's hand began to tire. She nonchalantly let it rest on her pelvic bone. At first she just rested it but then decided to try moving her finger again. This time she felt a little jolt. What surprised her was it came from outside her canal instead of from within it. Karen pulled her finger up and out at the same time. As she did, she could feel the tingling. She had found the spot. Tentatively Karen felt around the area where the jolts were coming from. There seemed to be a little bump there she had never noticed before. Every time her finger moved near it, it made a jolt. Karen gently pushed on the little knob. It made her want to lift off the mattress while at the same time causing a jolt that went through her entire body. Karen quickly snapped her finger away. Was that the "problem" her sisters had been looking for? The thought frightened her. She then remembered the jolts she was feeling were the same jolts she had felt when her sisters had examined her. They had told her she was all right so the knob must be fine. Karen wondered how long it had been there. She had never felt it before. It must have just grown. If it had always been there she would have found it long ago. She thought it strange no one had told her about it. She had been told she would grow tits, she would grow hair around her slit, but nobody had told her a knob would grow in her slit. She slid her hand back down. As gently as she could, she let her finger find the bump again. It made her jump when she touched it. Her ass again pushed up from the mattress. The jolts felt nice but it was too much when she touched the knob. Karen experimented for a while with the little knob. She finally discovered that if she just almost touched it, she would get the tingling without her body acting like it wanted to get away from her finger. Something else was happening too. Her nipples were getting stiff and poking out. Karen brought her free hand to one of her breasts. She quickly realized if she stroked and pinched her nipples gently, they too would tingle. The two places tingling at the same time really felt nice. Karen was starting to get warm. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn someone had turned up the heat. Foregoing a few jolts, she pulled her nightgown over her head and dropped it beside her on the bed. Her hands quickly returned to her body to make more jolts. One hand was buried in her crotch and the other was going from one nipple to the other. Karen wished she had another hand. One hand in her pussy had been great. Adding the other to a stiff nipple had even been better. She could only wonder what it would feel like to have her pussy and both nipples played with at the same time. Karen's manipulations were having their desired effect. Her body was now squirming around the bed uncontrollably. The hand at her pussy was getting wet. The temperature in the room seemed to be climbing. Without taking her pleasure producing hands away from her body, Karen kicked the blankets away from her. Even though nude and now uncovered, she couldn't cool off. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. Suddenly it happened. That tidal wave called orgasm shook her entire body. Karen had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She jammed her finger into her pussy like she was afraid the climax would leak from her hole. Her ass was bouncing off the bed. She was seeing stars. The juices were flowing out of her pussy and down her crack. After what could have been seconds or hours, she couldn't tell which, Karen's body began to settle. She had done it. The earthshaking feeling her sisters had given her could be reproduced without them. Even though the orgasm had passed, Karen's body was still shuddering. She was still hot and now she was exhausted. Her whole body seemed numb. The fact she was still nude and uncovered seemed to escape her. Quickly Karen fell into a deep sleep. The next morning Karen was woken up by voices. She was still groggy and couldn't concentrate on the words but she knew it was her sisters. Her mind did grasp the words when Ashley blurted, "Have fun last night little sister?" "Huh?" Karen muttered as her eyes opened. As she rolled over on her back, she realized she was still naked. Blushing profusely, she grabbed the sheet and pulled in up to her neck to cover herself. "I think little Karen has discovered how much fun she can have with her fingers," Lori teased. "What are you talking about?" Karen tried to question as innocently as she could. Her red face gave her away. "Looks like she's not talking," Ashley mused. "Let's get out of here, Lori. Karen probably wants to finger herself anyway." Both girls laughed but did leave the room. Karen was totally embarrassed. How had her sister's known what she had done. Did she somehow look different? Karen jumped out of bed, grabbed her robe, and ran to the bathroom. She dropped the robe on the floor and looked at herself in the mirror. Everything looked the same to her. Even so, somehow her sisters had known. Karen vowed she'd never do it again. ALWAYS LAST - 3 Try as she might, Karen could not keep from masturbating as she had vowed. She was careful, however, to keep her new found pleasure to herself. She would masturbate in the shower knowing she wouldn't be disturbed. She also had started to masturbate in bed at night. Usually she would lie on her stomach so she could push her face into her pillow lest a moan escape her lips and be heard. She wondered if her sisters were enjoying the same activity. She had never heard them. Had they not discovered this great pleasure? Her "habit" was now compelling her just about every night. Karen would almost fight to stay awake until she thought her sisters would be asleep. She would then allow her fingers to work their magic on her willing pussy. Her nightly activities were taking a toll on her though. She was always the last to wake up and get out of bed in the morning. Karen awoke one Saturday morning to her sisters arguing. "You must be nuts!" Lori said. "No I'm not!" Ashley countered. "Of course she would." Karen, although awake, pretended to still be sleeping knowing now her sisters were talking about her. "Right! I can just picture it! Our baby sister looking at a nude boy. I'm telling you she's too young to be interested." Lori continued. "Did you forget you saw your first boy when you were the same age as she is? You were interested enough," Ashley blurted. "I say we don't even bother to ask her. She doesn't even know about boys yet! She's too little," Lori argued. The last statement infuriated Karen. She knew all about boys and she was tired of her sisters treating like a little child. "Ask me what?" Karen interrupted. "Nothing!" Ashley snapped. "Don't listen to her, Karen. She still thinks you're a baby. We know a couple of boys who told us they'd show us what real boys look like. One of them has a younger brother and he said he'd bring his little brother if we brought you. Ashley here thinks you wouldn't be interested. Wanna go with us?" Lori explained. "I see boys all the time. What's the big deal?" questioned Karen. "See! I told you so. Just forget it Lori. I told you she was too young," Ashley grumbled. Lori ignored Ashley's remark. "Karen, I don't mean just see boys. I mean really see boys. Like what they have between their legs. You know, for real!" Karen blushed. "You mean with no pants on! A boy is really going to show you his thing?" "Yup!" Lori beamed. "You too if you want to come, but you have to promise never to ever tell another soul." "Gee, I don't know..." began Karen. "What boy would do that?" "Forget it Lori! She'll probably run away and blab to everybody," Ashley said. "I will not!" Karen glared. "I want to go and I won't say anything!" "Well get up and get dressed then," Lori urged. Karen jumped out of her bed and pulled her nightgown off. She reached into her drawer and pulled a pair of shorts, bra, and tee shirt out. "Wait a minute," Lori said stopping her sister. "Huh?" Karen said looking puzzled. "First of all, you can't wear those," Lori stated pointing at Karen's white cotton briefs. "The blue ones?" Karen asked. "If you're going to act like a woman, you gotta dress like one," Lori answered as she reached into her drawer and handed Karen a pair of her bikini panties. "These should fit you. Second, forget the bra. Boys get hard when a girl doesn't wear a bra. You do want to see a boy when he's hard don't you." "See, she's just too young!" Ashley insulted. "She doesn't know anything!" "Yes I do! I grabbed my bra by accident!" Karen lied. She hadn't gone without a bra since she started wearing one over a year ago but she wasn't going to be intimidated by Ashley. Karen slammed the bra back into her drawer. She pulled off her panties and put on the bikinis Lori had given her. Her mother had promised her she would get her some of her own but hadn't produced yet. It was the first time Karen had worn underwear of that style. She quickly pulled on the shorts and tee shirt. "I'm ready. Let's go!" "Ashley, go call Chuck and tell him to make sure his brother comes. Looks like he has company," Lori instructed. Ashley made a face but left to telephone Chuck. Arrangements were made and the three sisters left the house together. The bikini panties felt strange to Karen. She could feel them low on her belly instead of at her belly button. The low riding panties combined with no bra made Karen feel sexy and daring for the first time in her life. The trio walked to the woods at the edge of town and headed in. Karen had been in the woods before but had no idea where her sisters were leading her. She was too preoccupied to pay any attention to where she was going though. The new feeling of the panties was drawing her attention to her sexuality and the thought of really seeing a boy was making her tingle. She knew what boys looked like and naturally had seen babies but she had never seen a boy her age without being covered. She knew about erections too but to actually see one first hand excited her. They had walked for some time. Lori and Ashley were leading and Karen dutifully followed down sort of a path. Karen hadn't been this far into the woods before but her sisters seemed to know where they were going. Karen's mind was concentrating on what a boy would look like in the flesh when she was snapped into reality by her sisters greeting someone. She looked up to see three boys. Karen didn't know two of them but recognized Dan. He was a boy in her class at school. She hadn't thought of what to expect but knowing one of the boys embarrassed her. The two older girls talked with the boys for a moment but Karen stayed behind them. Soon she found herself at the edge of a makeshift circle. Dan was in the middle. Karen's eyes bulged as his jeans fell to the ground. Dan was standing there in just his underwear! Suddenly he spoke. "She's gonna do it too, right?" "She? Who's she? Do what?" Karen wondered. Before Karen could think anymore Lori answered, "I told you she would." Lori then turned to Karen. "Karen, prove you'll do it. Take your tee off." "What!" Karen gulped. Both sisters glared at her. "Just a minute," Ashley said to the boys. She then grabbed Karen's arm and the three girls walked a short distance from the boys. "See! I told you! Now what are we going to do?" Ashley whispered in an exasperated tone. "Give me a minute, Ashley," Lori whispered. "Karen, are you dumb or something? Did you think a boy would just pull his pants down and let you see him without getting something in return? Just take your top off to keep him happy." "I can't!" Karen stated. "Look little sister, we told them you would. You can either do it yourself or we'll take it off for you. What's it going to be?" Ashley commanded. Karen was aghast. Ashley had to be kidding. Karen looked at Lori and was shocked to see her nodding. "Look, its no big deal," Lori began. "You just take your tee off and let him look. After all, he's going to show you what's between his legs." "But all the boys will see me," Karen countered. "And we'll all see the boy," Ashley interrupted. "Do you want us to leave you here alone or do you want us to stay with you? If the two other boys leave, we'll have to leave too. We'll stay here with you but the other boys stay too," Ashley explained. Karen thought for a moment. She knew her sisters would strip her if she didn't take her top off so she had no choice in that. Even if she tried to run, they'd catch her. The thought of being alone with a boy frightened her. Submissively she nodded. Lori and Ashley joined the group and Karen slowly walked toward them. Karen stopped a few feet away. "Is she going too?" Dan asked, still in his underwear. All eyes went to Karen. Her eyes fell to the ground. She couldn't look at them. She took a deep breath as she felt the flush cover her face. Slowly she reached down and grabbed the edge of her shirt. Her stomach fluttered as she pulled the garment up. Even though it was warm out, a chill went through Karen as she felt the air hit her budding tits. In one quick motion Karen pulled the tee over her head, dropped it to the ground, and folded her arms across her chest. "Come on over, Karen," invited Ashley. Karen slowly walked the last few feet to the group. "Nice," one of the boys muttered. "Put you arms down and let them see how sexy you are," Ashley told Karen but Karen froze. Ashley took the terrified girl's arm in her grip and squeezed hard. "Karen," she hissed. Karen recognized the tone. It was the "you do it or I'll do it for you" tone. "Come on Karen. They've already seen them now. Let them get a good look," Lori said as she grabbed Karen's other arm firmly. Karen's face turned crimson but she allowed her arms to fall to her sides. As she did, her sisters released her. Silent; time stood still as Karen felt the gazes burn into her small, budding, and exposed tits. The silence was broken when Lori blurted, "OK loose the underwear, Dan" Karen looked up to see Dan's hands on his waistband. There was an obvious bulge straining the front of his underwear. Slowly he pushed down. His apparent erection was forced forward as his underwear descended lower. Karen completely forgot about her own exposure as a few wisps of hair appeared. Suddenly the boy's cock jerked up as it was released by the lowering underwear. Karen could only stare. Before her eyes now was a real boy and his cock was as stiff as a board. Karen didn't notice his underwear hit the ground. She was hypnotized by the bobbing dick. In reality, he was rather small but to Karen, being the first one she had ever seen, it was huge. Time was once again standing still. "Now her," Karen heard bringing her back to reality. Karen continued to stare at the cock until something made her look up. Everybody looking at her. She didn't know what was going on until her shorts were jerked to her ankles. Karen immediately fell into a crouch to cover herself. She was pushed over and Ashley pounced upon her landing on her chest. "Either stand up and strip or we'll strip you!" Ashley hissed. "No!" Karen screamed. "OK," Ashley calmly stated as she grabbed her sister's arms and pinned them above her head and pushing her to the ground. Karen kicked as she felt her panties being tugged. Her actions served no purpose other than to force the panties to her ankles and then off. She violently thrashed around trying to get free to no avail. Her sister had her upper body held firmly and someone was holding her legs. "If you stop fighting, I'll let you up!" Ashley offered. Karen was defeated. She stopped struggling and looked up at her sister. "OK," Ashley continued. "You're going to stay like this and let the boys look at you until I tell you can get up. Then you can get dressed, OK?" Karen nodded. "Open your legs," Ashley instructed. Karen did as she was told. "More," Ashley said. Karen spread her legs wider. She knew she was completely exposed but she had been beaten. "Good. I'm going to let you go now. You stay like this until I tell you, no covering up," Ashley cautioned. Again Karen nodded. Ashley slowly crawled off her nude sister. Karen, once her arms were released, brought her hands to her face covering it but made no attempt to hide anything else. She remained still as her sister's weight left her. A tear of humiliation slid down her cheek as she felt the stares pierce her nudity. As embarrassing as the whole situation was, Karen also felt a little tinge of excitement. She cracked her fingers apart enough so she could see. All three boys were looking at her. Their crotches were bulging. Her body was making them hard! Dan was still nude. His soldier was standing up proudly. Karen knew she shouldn't be looking but she couldn't take her eyes off his prick. "You can get up now," a voice rang out. Karen stood and her hands instinctively covered her nudity. For a moment she just stood there with her face bright red but continuing to look at the hard cock. "You know, you can put your clothes on, unless you want to stay naked," the voice in the background chuckled. Although it didn't seem possible, Karen's face turned a little redder as she picked up her panties off the ground. To do so meant she had to expose herself again. As she straightened, she caught a glimpse of Dan. He smiled at her. Even though Karen was completely humiliated by her ordeal, she smiled back as she stepped into the bikini panties. She had always been envious of her sisters' bodies. They both had what Karen considered to be big breasts compared to her only slightly swollen mounds. Their pussies were covered with a layer of fur where hers was still bare. Still, her body had turned on three boys. She had even seen one of the hard pricks that had saluted her. Dan had been dressed before Karen and the three boys left as Karen finished dressing. The two older sisters seemed worried about what Karen's reaction might be. "Sorry we had to do that to you Karen. You're not going to tell are you?" Lori asked. Karen, feeling a sense of power now, didn't answer. "You did get to see a boy so it's even, right?" questioned Ashley. Karen continued to ignore her sisters. "Next time one of us will do it, OK?" Lori offered. "Next time?" Karen thought. "We've all done it before," explained Ashley. "Where this was your first time, we just thought you should be the one but I promise you won't have to do it again until me and Lori do it, OK?" "You've done it before?" Karen glared trying to look angry. Somehow she couldn't keep a straight face though and a slight smile appeared. Ashley was the first to catch on to Karen's facade. "What did you think of that hard thing between Dan's legs?" Karen blushed. She couldn't think of any words to answer her sister. "If I don't say anything, you guys will do it next time?" "Promise! Next time I'll do it and Ashley can do it after, OK?" Lori confirmed. Karen, not wanting to appear too eager, hesitated for a moment and then nodded. The idea of seeing another boy's hard cock excited her, as long as her body wasn't the one being traded. ALWAYS LAST - 4A Nothing more was said about the incident and things between the sisters went back to normal. A few days later, however, Karen met Dan. She had hoped to avoid him but ran into him while at the store. "Hi," he blushed. Karen couldn't say anything. Her face turned red remembering he was the one whose cock and balls she saw. The two stared at each other for a moment before Karen finally composed herself enough to mutter, "Hi." "You haven't told anyone about what I did, have you," Dan mumbled. Karen wanted to say something but couldn't. She just shook her head. "You're not gonna, are you?" he mumbled again. Karen once more shook her head. A smile came over Dan's face. "Thanks!" he replied. His smile eased Karen and she started to relax, smiling back at him. "My brother told me him and Jerry were going to meet your sisters again today. He said I could go if you were going to be there. Are you going?" Dan asked. Karen had not been told about the meeting by her sisters. She had always had a little crush on Dan and, because of the incident in the woods, now felt a little closer to him. "They haven't told me about it," she told Dan. "Oh," Dan replied, a little embarrassed now. He didn't want to sound like he was inviting her to go. Not knowing what else to say, he reworded his question. "If they ask you, are you going?" "I guess so," Karen blushed. Although not really an invitation, it was the first time a boy had asked her "out" in a manner of speaking. Her embarrassment was short lived however. No sooner did she agree than Dan rushed off leaving her alone. Karen turned away and slowly started walking home. Her mind was spinning with thought. She wanted to see Dan but after her last experience with her sisters, she was hesitant. When Karen got home, Ashley was on the phone and Lori was sitting next to her evidently listening to what Ashley was saying. Neither acknowledged Karen as she walked past them into their bedroom. She lay on her bed thinking about what Dan had asked. A short time later, her sisters came in. "We're going to meet up with the guys again. You wanna go with us?" invited Lori. "I donno," Karen answered. "Will I have to take my clothes off again?" "We told you you wouldn't have to until me and Ashley did first," Lori answered. "We told you we were sorry," Ashley added. "We only did it because it was your first time and Lori and me already did it. Jerry called and said his brother, Dan, wanted to go. He said you'd go so it would be even. Do you want to go or not?" Karen hesitated. She actually was excited about going but didn't want her sisters to know that. If they thought she liked Dan, they'd tease her mercilessly. Finally she nodded her head in agreement. "Hurry up and change. I'll call Chuck and let him know," Ashley said as she rushed from the room. Ashley and Lori both had shorts on so Karen pulled a pair from her drawer and quickly changed into them. This time nothing was said about her bra nor her white cotton briefs. Soon the three sisters were heading down the road to rendezvous with the boys. They entered the woods as they had before and soon met the boys. After some brief conversation, they headed off. Even though her sisters had promised she wouldn't have to strip this time, a feeling of anxiety came over Karen. She followed her sisters and the older boys as they led the way. Dan was walking with her but they didn't talk. They again were in a section of the woods unfamiliar to Karen. The day was a warm one and being in the woods blocked the little wind that was blowing. After hiking for about a half hour, they reached a small stream. The group turned and followed the stream. They came to a spot where evidently some beavers had once built a dam. The beavers had long since left but the remains of the dam had caused a pool to form. "Let's go swimming!" Lori suggested. "Great idea! I could use some cooling off," Jerry agreed. Karen stood blankly for a moment. How could they go swimming? She walked to Ashley and whispered, "We don't have any suits with us." "We swim naked, silly," Ashley whispered back. "But you said I wouldn't have to take my clothes off!" Karen protested softly so the others wouldn't hear but vehemently enough to make her point. "Then don't. Either don't go swimming with us or leave your underwear on," Ashley explained somewhat perturbed. The others started taking off their clothes and one by one ended up completely naked. Even Dan had shed his clothes. Karen felt awkward standing there fully dressed and finally resigned. She started undressing but stopped when she was down to her panties. She just couldn't take those off too. The others were already in the water and no one seemed to be paying any attention to Karen. Leaving her panties on, Karen joined the group in the refreshing water. After swimming for about a half hour, the group came back to land to dry off. Chuckles erupted from the group accompanied by whispers. Everyone except Karen seemed to be in on the joke. She wondered what the others were laughing about. She had been lying on her back but curiosity finally got the best of her and she rolled over onto her side and leaned into Lori's ear. "What's everybody laughing about?" she whispered innocently. "Look at your panties," Lori chuckled. Karen looked down. Her white cotton panties which provided her modesty were now wet. Instead of showing white, they had turned translucent showing every detail. Although there was no hair to show a dark spot, her bald slit was plainly visible. Karen blushed as she quickly rolled over onto her stomach. She knew her ass crack would also be visible but decided she would rather have the others see that than her pussy. She almost wished she had been nude. At least being nude would somehow maybe not be as obvious. Not knowing what else to do, she buried her face in her hands. Karen stayed like that for what felt like a lifetime until one of the boys suggested they get dressed and move on. Karen looked up to see the others beginning to dress. Now she had another problem. Her panties were still wet. She couldn't very well put her shorts on over them as her shorts too would soon be wet. Finally a solution dawned on her and she stood up, grabbing her shorts and headed away from the group. "Were you goin'?" Ashley asked. "I gotta pee," Karen mumbled. "Wait, I'll go with you," Ashley said as she pulled up her panties. The two girls, dressed only in their panties walked a short distance from the group. Ashley pushed her panties down and squatted. "Don't you have to go too?" "Ah... ya," stammered Karen. She really didn't have to pee but didn't want to take her panties off in front of the boys. They may have been able to see right through the wet garment but at least in Karen's mind they did provide some cover. Karen, trying to cover her little white lie, squatted down hoping her sister wouldn't notice the lack of stream coming from her. Ashley stood and pulled her panties back up. She started to walk back but Karen called out, "Wait for me." Karen stood and instead of pulling her panties up, pushed them off. She stepped out of them and stepped into a leg of her shorts. "What are you doin'?" Ashley gasped. "They're still wet," an embarrassed Karen answered. "Please don't say anything." Ashley's initial shock faded and amusement took its place. "You're not going to wear any panties? My little prude of a sister with no panties?" she teased. "Oh please, don't tell the others," Karen begged as she pulled her shorts up. Ashley didn't answer but covered her mouth in an attempt to hold in the chuckle coming from her. Karen turned red again. Quickly she left her laughing sister and headed back to finish dressing. Karen picked up her bra and started to put it on until Lori stopped her. "Hey guys, if you keep your shirts off, we will too," Lori said mischievously. "You will?" Chuck grinned. "Yup!" Ashley added with a grin that matched her sister's. "Why not, unless you don't want us too..." Karen's mouth gaped open. "Well, if you insist!" Jerry answered with a big smile. "I don't want too," Karen whispered to Lori. "Oh don't be such a baby!" Lori disgustedly answered. "What's the big deal? They've already seen you. Besides, look at their pants... I think they wouldn't mind." Karen looked at the boys' crotches. Each one was tented out. Still, she didn't want to walk around bare chested but realized her sisters were going to and they'd never let her do different. Karen surrendered letting her bra slide off her arms. She did fold her arms over her little buds though. The two older girls made no attempt to cover up and as the group started walking, Lori and Ashley found great amusement watching the boys stumble as their eyes paid no attention to the ground. Karen lagged behind her sisters trying to stay out of the boys' sight. Her arms remained tightly folded across her chest. Ashley and Lori, however, kept their hands at their sides allowing the boys full view of their assets. After walking for a while, the two older girls stopped and Lori told Karen she wanted to tell her something. Karen had asked what but Lori told her it was a secret and asked Karen to come to her so she could whisper in her ear. Karen approached Lori and leaned in to her. Ashley had sneaked behind Karen and as Karen bent in to Lori, Ashley grabbed her little sister's shorts and pulled them to her knees. "No!" Karen screamed as she reached for her shorts. Ashley grabbed one arm as Lori grabbed the other. Karen struggled as hard as she could to free herself. The only thing she succeeded in doing was to push her shorts to the ground and somehow freed one foot from them. "You said you wouldn't!" Karen cried. "We told you we wouldn't until we did it. We did it when we went swimming, remember?" Lori yelled back. "Karen listen!" Ashley screamed. The exclamation made Karen stop for a moment. Ashley whispered, "If you stop fighting, we'll strip the boys for you. Everybody's already seen you naked anyway. Want to see ALL the boys?" "But I don't want to be the only one naked," Karen whispered back as she began to calm. "Do you want me and Lori to strip too?" Ashley asked. Karen nodded her head. "OK we will, but you gotta promise you'll stop fighting and stay like you are. OK?" Karen again nodded. "OK. We're going to let you go and take our clothes off too. Then we'll all strip the boys. OK?" Karen agreed, although she was still a little embarrassed being bare in front of the boys. Karen watched in awe as her sisters slowly shed their shorts and panties. Both had boobs bigger than Karen and both had began to grow pussy hair. Surprisingly Ashley's bush was thicker than Lori's even though Lori was older. The boys watched with big grins. Three rods were straining against the fronts of the boys' pants. The two now nude girls walked toward the boys. Lori stopped in front of Jerry and Ashley in front of Chuck. Karen watched wide eyed as Lori unbuckled Jerry's belt. Ashley hesitated, turning her face toward Karen. "You gonna help? There's an extra boy here..." Karen's head was spinning almost as fast as her stomach was fluttering. Nervously she walked over to Dan. The big grin on his face told Karen he wasn't going to object. As Ashley's attention returned to Chuck, Karen cautiously reached for the elastic waist of Dan's shorts. Karen looked at Dan's face. He was breathing hard and the grin was still there. Her hands wrapped around the waistband. Dan still wasn't moving. Karen took a deep breath then pushed down. Dan's shorts fell to his ankles revealing his white underwear being strained by a stiff cock. Karen's embarrassment about her own nudity had become only a memory. She too was breathing hard. Between her legs was the tingle of arousal. The only thing between her and a boy's stiff prick was a small piece of cotton. Karen's hands were trembling as she touched the waistband of Dan's underpants. Her thumbs snaked into them as her fingers wrapped around. As excited and anxious as she was, Karen hesitated. She was still a little nervous even though Dan hadn't moved since she started. "Go ahead," one of her sisters encouraged. Karen took another deep breath and pushed down again. Dan's stiff rod moved down with his underwear until it stuck straight out in front on him. The sudden bending of his erection made him jump. "Sorry!" gasped Karen. Dan smiled at her. Karen's hands were still grasping the waistband of Dan's almost off underpants. "Go on, push them down," her sister encouraged once more. Karen's nostrils flared as the air rushed to and from her lungs. Slowly she began to push again. A thatch of hair came into view. The stiff erection remained hidden as it slowly lowered with the garment. Karen yelped as Dan's rod finally broke free and slapped against his stomach. His underwear, now free from the bulge it formerly held, fell on top of the shorts at Dan's ankles. Karen's eyes widened. Just inches away was a boy's cock and below it hung his ball sack. Unconsciously Karen's finger went to his prick. The first thing that struck her was the heat. It felt like it was on fire. She could feel the same moisture seeping out of her pussy as she did when she masturbated but she hadn't even touched herself. She let her finger slide along the length of his cock. It was rock hard but at the same time it felt soft. Slowly Karen lowered her finger coming into contact with Dan's ball sack. It was strange, like nothing she had ever felt. As she ran her finger around it, she felt the oblong globes inside which she knew was his balls. She had no idea what to expect but they weren't what she expected them to be. Karen extended her other fingers to further explore her new discovery. She was careful not to press too hard as she knew a boy's balls were very sensitive and didn't want to hurt him. Gently she rolled the sack around with her hand fascinated by the objects it held. Dan was emitting soft moans but Karen's mind ignored the noises. She was far too busy discovering a boy's crotch for the first time. ALWAYS LAST - 4B Karen had lost all awareness of the others because she was so engrossed in her explorations of Dan's crotch. She had actually forgotten about him in her concentration. The feeling of something touching her tiny tit made her jump. She snapped her hand from his crotch and covered herself with it. "Sorry," Dan mumbled removing his hand. For a moment Karen just stared at him. The reality of a boy touching her breast had shocked her. She saw the look of guilt on his face. Guilt struck her also. Her hands had just been all over him. Having her tit touched had only surprised her. It hadn't really bothered her. "That's OK," she mumbled back at him. He gave her a slight smile but didn't attempt to touch her again. That really made her feel badly about touching him. She swallowed and lowered her gaze. Her hand dropped to her side. "You can touch me if you want too," she shyly whispered. The words made her blush. Dan slowly put his hand back on her tit. Karen turned even redder when he did but made no attempt to push him away. His hand softly moved over her mound. As embarrassed as she was to have him feeling her up, his touch felt strangely nice. Exploring his cock and balls had already aroused her and his hand on her bare breast added to her excitement. Karen's little nipples hardened under his hand. Dan's hand slowly went from one tit to the other. Again he gently felt her growing bud. The red started to fade from Karen's face but didn't disappear. Instead it was replaced by the flush of arousal. Her nipples were like little pebbles scraping across his palms as he felt her up. Dan alternated side to side for a while and then his hand began to move downward. Karen's stomach fluttered as Dan's hand slowly slid down. Dan slowed to a snail's pace once he reached her belly button. It was also his first time and he was getting nervous. Karen had made no effort to stop him but he wasn't sure when or even if she would suddenly grab his hand and push it away. He lingered for a while just below her belly button slowly moving his hand around her stomach. Her skin felt smooth and he could feel her belly move as she breathed. Karen was trembling as Dan's hand rubbed her bare belly. Boys had touched her but this was the first time a boy had actually "touched" her. It did feel nice but it also frightened her. He had already felt her bare breast. No boy had ever touched her there, even over her clothes. His hand was now only a few small inches from her most private area. She wished she could have slowed the heaving of her chest as her lungs sucked in what seemed like massive amounts of air. She was almost afraid her legs would give out and she'd fall to the ground. She gasped as his hand slipped a little lower. Dan froze as Karen suddenly sucked in a lung full of air and held her breath. He had lowered his hand a little more and now it was just above her slit. He would die if she stopped him now. So close and yet so far. He looked at her face. Her eyes were wide open, staring straight at him but she seemed to be looking right through him instead of at him. A bead of sweat had formed on her forehead. Her teeth were clamped tightly and her lips taut against them. After a few moments, his courage returned and he moved slightly lower. Karen's mind was in turmoil. A boy's hand was going to be soon on her pussy lips. Instinctively she wanted to push the invader away but at the same time she wanted him to touch her. She was curious about what it would feel like. She glanced up to see his cock bobbing slightly. The head seemed to be straining to extend out as far as it could. She wanted to touch it again but was too shy too complete the act. Instead all she could do was to hypnotically stare at the pulsating rod. Ever so slowly Dan's hand continued its downward movement. At he came in contact with her slit, shivers went throughout Karen's body. She could feel his touch very gently slide down her pussy. Karen thought she would faint. As Dan's hand reached the joining of her legs, Karen was now visibly shaking. She spread her legs slightly allowing Dan's hand to go between them. It snaked through and started up her ass. Her stomach was fluttering and her knees were shaking but she couldn't bring herself to stop him. He was almost to her clenched rear hole when he stopped and began to move towards her front again. Dan increased the pressure of his hand. Karen could feel her pussy lips parting as his finger pushed in slightly. Suddenly his finger went into her canal making her gasp. Dan's finger froze, not pushing in anymore but not pulling out either. "Did I hurt you?" he whispered. Karen's mouth opened but no sound came out. She wanted to tell him to stop but couldn't. She was frightened out of her mind. With barely any noticeable movement, she shook her head. Karen couldn't believe she had just told him "No." His finger was actually inside her body! Slowly he began to push in again. Karen could feel his finger sinking deeper inside her. She opened her mouth again and this time a sound came out. No words but she did whimper softly. Dan's finger snapped out of her. She could feel the moisture oozing from her pussy. The air was evaporating it causing a chill in her now hot box. "Having fun?" Ashley asked. Karen jumped at the question. A look of sheer terror came over her face. "Huh!" she blurted. "Leave her alone, Ashley!" Lori interrupted. "Hey, wanna race?" "Mmmm, that might be fun..." Ashley chuckled. Both sisters knelt down in front of their respective boys. "Ready... set... GO!" Ashley challenged. Karen watched in amazement as her sisters opened their mouths and took the boys' cocks into them. She had heard some talk about girls putting a boy's prick in their mouths but never believed anyone would actually do it. Her jaw dropped, she completely forgot about just having a boy's finger inside her. She was completely mesmerized by her sisters' bobbing heads as a prick slid in and out of their mouths. The boys were moaning and their hips were beginning to move. Lori's hand was stroking the part of the erection which wouldn't fit into her mouth. Ashley was rubbing Chuck's balls as his cock slid into between her lips. Karen, becoming self conscious, glanced over at Dan. He too was watching the action. His eyes were glued on the girls as cocks went in and out of their mouths. His rod was almost purple and seemed to be even stiffer and bigger than it was. His tongue wet his lips. Karen was becoming a little uncomfortable but didn't know what to do. Afraid Dan might look at her and see her staring at his crotch, she looked back at her sisters. "Now," mumbled Jerry. Lori quickly spit his cock out but continued to stroke it with her hand. It looked shiny to Karen. Suddenly Jerry's breath sucked in. Cum shot from his cock spraying onto her sister's neck and face. Jerry groaned as another shot of cum spurted out. Karen watched almost hypnotically as shot after shot of cum erupted from Jerry's cock. She knew what cum was but this was the first time she had actually seen it. Chuck then groaned. Ashley didn't spit his cock out though. Karen wondered why until she saw her sister swallow. Karen didn't understand what was happening until a drop of cum trickled from the corner of Ashley's mouth. She was actually drinking his cum! Karen had never heard of a girl doing that. She wondered what a boy's cum tasted like. Karen watched in awe as her sisters throat moved with each swallow. Ashley finally released the cock. "I win!" Lori laughed. "Nope! I did! You get a penalty for not swallowing." Ashley corrected as she too started laughing. Karen continued to stare at the older boys pricks as they slowly softened. She was fascinated and was not paying any attention to her sisters until Ashley whispered in her ear, "Are you going to blow Dan?" "Huh?" Karen blurted as she jumped. "What do you mean, blow Dan?" she whispered back. "You know, what me and Lori just did," explained Ashley. "No! I couldn't do that!" Karen hissed softly but emphatically. "You gotta do something. Boys get really sore when they get hard and don't cum. If you won't blow him, you have to at least give him a hand job," Ashley told her. Karen blushed slightly. She had heard of a hand job but had no idea how to do it. "If Dan gets sore because you don't help him, everybody will be mad at you," Ashley added. Karen looked at the three boys' cocks. The two older boys' were now soft but Dan was still rock hard. She didn't want Dan to suffer as her sister had said. Leaning into her sister's ear, she whispered, "I don't know how." "I can teach you, if you want," Ashley offered. Karen thought for a moment before deciding she had no choice. Resigning to her "duty" she nodded. "OK, just wrap your hand around his thing and rub it up and down," Ashley instructed. Karen tentatively reached out and touched Dan's stiff rod causing him to jump. Karen jerked her hand away again. "You gotta do it. Go ahead. He'll like it," Ashley said. Karen once more reached for the erection. This time Dan didn't jump. She carefully wrapped her fingers around it. "That's right... now move your hand up and down," Ashley continued. Slowly Karen began. "Not so tight. Just hold it easy... ya, like that," Ashley whispered. Karen found the act easier than she had expected. The cock felt warm in her hand. Dan's hips were beginning to move like the older boys' had so she knew she was doing it right. Giving a boy a hand job wasn't nasty like she thought it would be. His cock felt nice as it slid back and forth through her hand. She actually thought it was kind of fun to do. Dan was really breathing hard now and his hips were moving more. Karen too was getting excited by what she was doing. Without warning, Dan groaned and cum fired from the missile in Karen's hand. She yelped as cum splashed on her belly. Karen pulled her hand away but the cum kept coming out spraying all over her stomach. After a couple more squirts, the eruption ended. Karen looked up at Dan. He was smiling at her. She smiled back knowing he would be all right now. She was actually proud of herself because she had helped him and he wouldn't get sore. Still, his cum was on her stomach and she wasn't sure what to do about that. She looked over at Lori and saw Jerry's cum was gone. Karen wanted to ask Lori where it went but she was much too shy to ask a question like that. "Let's get dressed and get going," Chuck suggested. Karen, not knowing what else to do, turned to pick up her clothes. She thought she'd just dress and forget about the cum until she got home. She was still curious about it though. Her finger touched it. It felt something like jelly only warmer and more liquid. Karen then remembered Ashley had swallowed some. Karen reached down and picked up a little cum on her finger. She brought the finger to her mouth and touched the white goo with her tongue. Somewhat satisfied it wouldn't burn or anything, she poked her finger into her mouth to taste the substance. It was a little salty but it didn't taste bad. It was Lori that brought her dazed little sister to reality. "Come on, Karen. Get dressed so we can go!" she yelled. Karen jumped then looked up. Everybody was dressed except for her. Suddenly her nakedness seemed to take center stage. Karen turned bright red as she went to get her panties. She then remembered she had left them where they had been swimming. Blushing even more, she put her shorts on. She was now completely humiliated by the fact everybody knew she wasn't wearing any panties. She quickly put on her bra and top as the others started to leave. By the time she was dressed, all were about ten yards away but Dan had stayed. She looked at him and smiled as the two followed the older ones. "I had fun today... Do you think, um... ah... would you be my girlfriend?" Dan stammered. Karen looked at him and smiled, nodding happily. "Do you think maybe we could do that again sometime?" Dan mumbled. Karen's gaze went to the ground but a small smile formed on her face as she demurely nodded once again.

Amy the Exhibitionist by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous part. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 8 – The summer holidays - Ibiza The holiday really started when we walked out of our house. Katie had come over the day before because we had an early start. Katie and I both wore the only clothes that we were taking that weren’t either partially or totally see through. We figured that we would be well pissed off if we got arrested even before we got on the plane. We had to be at the airport at 4 o’clock in the morning. Dad offered to drive us but it wouldn’t have been fair on him because of his early start at work. Instead we went by bus. We had leave home at midnight so we got no sleep. When we got onto the final bus we dumped our big case and took our carry-ons to the back of the bus. That journey took an hour and by the time we got there both Katie and I were wearing something more in-line with what we intended to wear for the rest of the fortnight. Ben had decided that we would take the little black remote controlled vibe (my ‘little black number’) with us and while I was getting changed he got the vibe out and told me to put it in. He didn’t switch it on. We had done online check-ins so we only had to dump our cases before going through security. As we queued Ben switched the vibe on and I gasped quite loudly. He switched it off just as we got to the front of the queue. When I went through the scanning archway it beeped. I went through it again but it beeped again. A security guard came to me and told me to put my arm out wide. He ran this wand thing over me and was staring at my tits all the time. Being that close to me he could see my hard nips through my top and if he’d bent down to scan my bare legs he would have seen my juices running down the inside of my thighs. Anyway, he waved me through. Before we got on the plane Ben told me to go to the toilet and get the vibe out. I was a bit disappointed but did as he told me. Ben had booked the 3 seats right at the back of the plane and he sat between Katie and me. One of the toilets was right behind us and there was a constant stream of people queuing to use it. Most of the men were staring at Katie’s and my tops and tops of our legs to see just how much they could see. If it was a cute man I would shuffle my backside a bit so that he could get a glimpse of my pussy. About half way through the flight Ben asked Katie to unfasten her seatbelt and sit on his lap. As she lowered herself down I saw Ben quickly unzip his trousers and get his cock out. Katie gasped then smiled as she realised what she had impaled herself on. They stayed like that for a good 10 minutes before Ben told her that it was my turn. I was sitting in the aisle seat which meant that my back was to Katie as I impaled myself on Ben’s cock. For the 10 or 15 minutes that I sat like that Katie was caressing my bum. She also reached round and up my top and caressed one of my tits when no one was looking. Poor Ben couldn’t take it anymore; I suddenly felt his hot juices fill me up. When he’d gone soft I got off him and sat down. Ben then welcomed us both into the ‘Mile High’ club. When we were talking on the plane I told Ben and Katie that I had noticed that Ben had taken on a sort of dominant role with us, and that both Katie and I had fallen into a submissive role. Both of them said that they hadn’t really noticed but when they thought about it they both agreed. We discussed it a bit and agreed that Katie and I were happy doing everything that Ben told us, and that Ben would also do anything that we told him, providing that we didn’t tell him to strip off in the middle of a crowded street and wank for us. He told us in most European countries women could usually get away with being naked just about anywhere, but men usually got arrested as soon as they dropped their trousers. We all complained about the stupid dual standards. I also raised the subject of how we sat. I suggested that both Katie and I never cross our legs at all during the holiday. Ben said that it wasn’t very ‘lady like’ and Katie said that she didn’t intend to be anything like a lady. It was agreed. When I got off that plane there was a big wet patch on my seat and a smaller one on Katie’s seat. The warm air that hit us when the plane door opened was great. I instantly felt very happy and contented. The tour operator ushered us out to a coach to take us to our hotel. It took about an hour. When we walked into reception there were lots of young people talking and laughing all over the place. It seemed like the whole place was filled with people our age. We could see through to the swimming pool and there were lots of people obviously having a good time. We could also see the girls walking around. Most were topless and quite a few wore thongs. Some of the thongs were knickers style thongs not bikini style thongs. I could see that I was going to be happy there. We rushed up to our room and flung the balcony doors open. We were on the second floor and our room was on the side of a busy, narrow road with narrow footpaths. At the other side of the road was another hotel with balconies. Katie said, “This could be interesting.” After stripping off, Ben rearranged the furniture a bit so that 2 of the beds were right in front of the balcony doors with the foot of the bed nearest the doors. He up-ended the third bed so that we had more space in the room. We all lay naked on the bed, in full view of anyone in the hotel over the road, after a few minutes Ben told us to go and explore. He told us that he would come and find us in a bit. We put on the same thong bikini bottoms that got us thrown out of the swimming pool in England (no tops) and went out of the room. It felt a bit strange, but nice, being virtually naked walking down the corridor of a hotel. We decided to wait for the lift and when the doors opened 2 young men got out. They had obviously had a few drinks and one of them said, “Well hello, where did you 2 come from?” They looked us up and down a few times and one of them had his eyes glued to my tits. We smiled at them, told them that we might see them later and got in the lift before the doors shut. I gave Katie the finger test and she was as wet as me. None of the reception staff took the slightest bit of notice of us 2 virtually naked girls as we walked through reception and the rooms on the ground floor. We walked down the hotel steps and onto the street with all the cars wizzing by. We looked both ways then crossed the road. Just along a bit we could see Ben leaning on the railings of our balcony. Katie shouted at him and we all waved. I wanted to go for a walk down the street but Katie wanted to go back into the hotel saying that we could go for a walk later. We went back into the hotel and through to the swimming pool where we saw other girls wearing just a thong. We fitted in quite well. Wandering round the pool we saw a little games area with a table tennis table and a pool table. A girl, who was wearing just a thong, and a boy were playing table tennis. As we passed the outside bar a young man asked us if he could buy us a drink. We looked at each other then told him he could. We got the drinks and the 3 of us went over to his mate and we sat on their sunbeds and talked. The lads moved to the bottom of the sunbeds and told us that we could lie down and start our tan. We did. About 5 minutes later I remembered the design of the thongs that we had on. Looking at the lads faces I realised that they had already seen our pussies. ‘What the hell’ I thought and let my legs part a little. I looked over to Katie and saw that she had done the same. In fact her legs were wider apart than mine. After a few minutes more of telling each other lots about each other, one of the lads told me that he liked our bikinis. I opened my legs more and told him that I had made them myself. “Impressive,” he said. I wasn’t sure if he meant what he could see, or the fact that I had made the bikinis. The lads sat on the end of the sunbeds staring at our pussies and making more conversation for a few more minutes when Ben appeared. Katie and I got up and I introduced Ben. I thanked them for the drinks and we left. As we walked away Ben said that it was easy for girls to get free drinks. He was right. We showed Ben round the rooms that we had found, including the tour operator’s notice board. We saw that there was a party in the hotel every night, lots of swimming pool activities, pub crawls and a few trips to local and big island clubs. We walked out of the hotel to a little supermarket next door talking about which of the trips we wanted to go on. Not many because we didn’t have much money. We bought a supply of drinking water and a few bottle of beer. None of the staff took any notice of our state of dress but one man had a good look at my pussy as I squatted down to lift the big water bottle. Back in our room we decided that we were hungry. Katie and I took off our thongs and put on a skirt and bikini top. I put on one of the little wrap round skirts that didn’t meet at the sides and slid it round a bit so that the front, top of my left leg was showing, right up to my belly button. Katie slid it round a bit more to show my pussy but I thought that it was better to cover my pussy, well for the time being anyway. Just before we left, Ben announced ‘Rule number 1’. We both looked at him wondering what the hell he was on about. He produced the remote vibe and said that each time we went out for a meal and we knew that we were going back to the room we had to take it in turns wearing the vibe. He then asked who wanted to be first. We both put our hand up. I backed-down saying that I’d already used it once that day. Ben passed the vibe to Katie and she squatted down and pushed it in. As we walked out through reception Ben gave the vibe a quick burst causing a loud gasp from Katie. We went and found a little café and sat at a table outside. Ben picked a table at the roadside next to where everyone was walking. Katie was in a seat facing the street one way and I was in a seat facing the other way. When I sat down I automatically crossed my legs. Ben corrected me, telling me that if I did it again he would have to punish me. I laughed and asked him if he was going to smack my bum. He got a suggestive look on his face and said, “Maybe.” We ordered and got or drinks. Katie was quiet for a couple of minutes then she moved her chair so that she was parallel to the road, and slid down so that her bum was perched on the edge of the chair. Her little skirt had ridden up and her pussy was on display. She opened her legs wide then closed them. I could see her wet lips, so could anyone who was walking up the street towards her – if they looked. I smiled and did the same. We spent the rest of the time waiting for our food flashing the people walking along the street, interspersed with Ben giving the remote vibe a blast. Every time that Ben did it Katie squealed a bit which attracted a couple of people to look over to us. Ben gave Katie a bit of a rough time as she ate but she finally made it and we paid and left. We were about half way back to the hotel when Ben pushed her over the edge and she grabbed my arm as she shook and fought to stay quiet. Ben just stood there smiling. Back at the hotel we stripped, went and sat on the balcony and watched the people going by. We were all sat on chairs with our feet apart on the railings. Katie still had the vibe in and Ben was slowly getting her high again. The next thing that I realised was that a bus driving down the street had stopped in traffic, right in front of us. Some of the passengers were at a height where they were level with us; and 2 or 3 of them were staring straight between our legs. That was it for Katie, with these strangers a few feet from her she just orgasmed. A loud one as well, though you couldn’t hear much over the noise of the traffic. When the bus moved on a couple of young men and a man and a woman in the hotel over the road had come out onto their balconies and were about 25 feet from us. They were all in their swimwear – unlike us. Over the noise of the traffic we said ‘hi’ to each other. The couple went in, but the young men stayed out drinking beer and watching us. A short while later we went in and the 3 of us lay on the bed. I fell asleep and when I woke up Katie was riding Ben with the 2 young men still watching. That evening we went to the tour operators meeting where they told us a bit about San Antonio and tried to sell us ticked to every event on Ibiza. We skipped the end of the session and spent the rest of the evening in the hotel bar. The inside bar has very low sofas which when you sit down the first time you think that you are falling to the floor. As a result both Katie and I ended up sitting there with our legs wide apart. Much to the delight of the men in the bar there was no way that we could hide our bare pussies without crossing our legs – which we didn’t. The hotel party that night started and finished early as there were only a handful of people there. So we didn’t go. The night was so warm that we all slept on top of the bed not knowing if anyone was looking into our room. In fact, we never closed the curtains and the light was on for the whole 2 weeks. We must have provided voyeurs paradise for the people in the hotel over the road. Author’s Note I’ve just realised that if I write about everything that Amy and Katie got up to in chronological order I would be writing a book not a short story. I’ve decided to just write about the best bits and put them in time of day order. I’ve grouped them into Breakfast, Day Time and Nights, but there will be some overlap as ‘events’ went over from one time of the day to another. Vanessa Breakfasts. The first morning that we went for breakfast Katie and I just put on of our string vests on. When we got down there we saw that some girls wore bikinis or thong bikinis, some wore a skirt and bikini tops, and some just bikini or thong bikini bottoms. Because a lot of the guests never made it to breakfast one waitress could look after the small number of people that were there, and she didn’t seem to be bothered about the lack of clothes. The next morning we just wore the thong bikini bottoms that have the bottom half of the material missing, the ones that we wore the first day. We didn’t even wear shoes. These didn’t get any reaction from staff or guests so on all the days after that we wore any of the 3 other types of thong bikinis that we had with us. I must admit that we did get a few looks and comments from the other guests, after all, our pussies were on display. It was a bit ‘strange ‘ being dressed in so little in a hotel restaurant at first, but we soon got used to it. One morning as we were coming out of the restaurant the receptionist called us over. I thought that we here going to be in trouble but he just told us that we should wear shoes in the restaurant as there was a danger from broken glass. Day Times. We decided to explore San Antonio the first day. Katie wore one of the wrap skirts and a very see through bikini top and I wore one of the thin flared micro skirts and a very see through top. Because we intended to eat out somewhere, it was my turn to wear the remote vibe. We wandered all over the place for hours. Ben kept giving me little reminders of what was inside me, usually when I least expected it. 3 times he made me cum that day, and each time it was when other people were around. I got a few funny looks. One time when I was cumming I dropped my purse and when I was able to, I squatted down to retrieve it. As I was doing so I heard a whistle and looked up in front of me to see a young man staring between my legs. I dropped my purse quite a few times after that. During the afternoon we came across a sex shop and went in. It was amazing, I’ve never seen so many sex toys, some of which I still don’t know what you are supposed to do with. Ben insisted on buying 2 pairs of handcuffs. We had lunch in Burger King with Katie and I flashing our pussies to anyone who looked towards us. One of my 3 orgasms that day was in that Burger King. Another good day was when we got a boat to one of the beaches nearby. The ferry was only small and had people sitting in rows facing each other. We picked a spot opposite a group of teenagers and gave them the pleasure of staring at our pussies under our skirts. I was wearing one of the sets of rectangles. We had sunglasses on so we could watch them watching us without them knowing. The beach was great, lots of warm sand and warm, clear water. One end of it was obviously for people who wanted to sunbathe naked, so we went to that end of the clothed part and we all stripped off (yes, Ben as well). No one really took much notice of us, but we did get a lot of people looking at us when we walked all along the water’s edge to both ends of the beach. Ben had decided to make it a little bit interesting for the gawkers by walking in between us and holding our hands or putting his arms round our waists. We got even more looks when Katie and I went to the little bar to get some ice creams without putting anything on. A bit later Katie and I went for a walk around the car park, the café at the other end of the beach, and along the coast a bit. Again we went naked. We also went swimming a couple of times and Ben decided that he’d looked at us 2 naked girls for too long. One at a time he got us to float on our backs and he fucked us in amongst the other swimmers. We came out of the water right in the middle of the clothed part and walked in amongst them to get back to our towels. On the boat on the way back Katie didn’t put her skirts on; instead she wore a thong bikini that left her pussy uncovered. A middle aged couple sat opposite us. The man looked happy, but the woman looked like she was going to explode. She didn’t half give her husband some grief. Walking back to the hotel from the harbour was ‘interesting’ we had a few people looking at us and a couple of young boys following us. One time when they had gone passed us and were walking back towards us for another look; I dropped my bag and squatted down, with knees apart, to pick it up. I watched them stare at my puss. The next day Ben took us to a large supermarket that we’d seen. We went to the pet animals section and Ben bought 2 dog collars and 2 leads. I asked him if he was going to lead us round town one day. All would say was, “something like that”. Katie and I were wearing see through skirts that morning and the checkout girl had a long look as she worked. After that we got a bus to another beach. I wore a wrap skirt while Katie wore one of the flared ones. I remembered the trick about holding the side of an unfastened skirt together, rubbing against the edge of a seat and letting go so that it looked like the skirt snagged on something and fell to the ground leaving me naked below the waist. A little scream and fake panic got other passengers to look at me. Katie was so impressed that when we came back she wore that skirt and tried it. She got it right. Only she ended up completely naked as we’d decided to go back topless. I only wore one of the thongs that left my pussy completely uncovered so as we walked through San Antonio I was only wearing a couple of pieces of string (and shoes). We spent quite a few days round the hotel pool and got to know quite a few of the other guests and both Ben and Katie had let it be known that I was Ben’s sister and that we were all sharing one room. Conversations often got started by both boys and girls asking me if I really was Ben’s sister. I always said that I was, but didn’t say that I was his step sister very often. The first few times that we spent the day there Katie and I wore one of the thongs, but after a few of the boys told us that we may as well be naked, we went naked. Most days when we were at the pool the only things that we took down from our rooms were a towel, sun lotion and sunglasses. We let Ben carry our money. We had to walk through reception to get to the pool and none of the staff took a blind bit of notice. Being naked in the hotel got so common that one day while it was still light we walked out onto the street and got about 20 yards down the road before we remembered that we were naked. Someone at the pool had a plastic football and we often split into teams and played our version of water polo. It was usually girls v boys and there definitely wasn’t a ‘no contact’ rule. I lost count of the number of times that my body got groped. I wasn’t complaining as I often grabbed the boy’s cocks. The hotel had an ‘entertainments officer’ who organised quite a few games for the guests to play. Most involved the swimming pool and had the opportunity for underwater groping. Sometimes we got challenged to a game of pool or table tennis. Neither Katie nor I are very good at either, we usually lost when we were playing girls and won when we were playing boys. When we started losing against the boys we would start teasing them by hiding the table tennis ball where the boys couldn’t see it (in our pussies), or fingering ourselves, or using the pool cue as a dildo, or making out with each other. The boys kept complaining that we weren’t playing fair. One day we got the bus to Ibiza town to have a look around. Katie wore one of the wrap skirts and a semi see through top. I wore a string vest and belt. There were quite a few American sailors these because one of their massive aircraft carriers was in port. It had its side doors open and it looked big enough for a jumbo jet to fly right through. Anyway, the American guys loved the way that we dressed. We lost count of the number of offers to take us for a drink. We went up to the old part of the town where it was very quiet. We found this big ancient canon and a couple of yanks that were there asked if they could take our photograph on the canon. After a couple of shots they asked is if we would pose topless for them. We did one better and posed naked, sitting on top of the canon with our legs either side. The yanks were well pleased and wanted to buy us diner. We declined. Ibiza town has a lot of little clothes shops, all ridiculously expensive, but that didn’t stop us from trying some on. The shops usually only had us as customers so each time we found something that we wanted to try on we just changed in the shop. None of the shop assistants complained, but they all watched us. At one point, Katie and Ben fancied a drink but I wanted to look in a few more clothes shops. We arranged to meet on the harbour wall and off they went leaving me to browse some more. I went into this one small shop that was being looked after by a really cute girl about my age. There was no one else in there. As I browsed she asked me if I needed any help. I said that I didn’t, but if I did I would let her know. I browsed some more and found a top that I wanted to see how I looked in it and I asked the girl if I could try it on. I put the top down and started to undo my belt, but the damn thing was stuck. Either that, or I was too nervous about what I was hoping was going to happen. The girl could see that I was having a problem, came over and asked if I needed any help. I told her that I was having trouble with my belt. She squatted down in front of me to get to it and unfastened it easily. I was wearing one of my string vests that day and as she squatted down she could see through all the holes to my naked pussy. She said that she liked my dress, she said that she liked the way she could put a finger through the holes. As she was saying that, she pushed a finger through one of the holes and touched my puss. It felt nice and I moaned a bit. She slid her other hand up the back of my leg, right up to my bum. Her other hand slid up my other leg so that she was holding both my cheeks. My vest was up round my waist and her face was right in front of my pussy. After blowing on my pussy a couple of times (which made me moan again), she stood up, pulling my vest up with her. My arms went up as my vest was pulled right up and off. I was stood naked in a shop, right in front of a big window with people walking passed, and there was a cute girl stood inches from me. I decided that if I was naked, she was going to be naked too. Staring her into the eyes, I stepped back a little and got hold of the bottom of her top and lifted it up and off her. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her firm little breasts pointed straight at me. She was wearing a denim skirt so I reached forward, unfastened the button and zip and slid it down until it dropped on its own. I was pleased to see that she too wasn’t wearing any knickers. I stepped forward and kissed her full on the mouth. She reacted as I hoped and we explored each other’s tonsils. Our hands were busy exploring each other’s boobs and pussies. Within seconds we were on the floor eating each other. Her pussy tasted really nice and her nipples were small but very sensitive, I had her cumming within a couple of minutes. Thankfully, she kept her teeth and tongue working on my pussy until I came as well. I rolled off her and lay beside her for a minute or so. Then we got up and dressed in silence. I kissed her cheek, thanked her for her help and said goodbye; and was off out of there. She was nice, but I prefer Ben and Katie. I never did try that top on. When I got to the harbour there was no sign of Ben and Katie so I went up onto the harbour wall and found a seat that I could sit on to wait for them. It was only when I sat down that I realised that just in front of me was a railing, then a drop of about 6 feet to a lower part of the harbour wall. There were lots of people walking along there and I realised that if they looked up at me they would be able to see up my skirt to my pussy; especially if I opened my legs and put my feet on the railings. So I did. While I waited, I watched the people below through my sunglasses. Quite a lot of the youngish men and a few of the youngish women did look up and must have seen my pussy. I most enjoyed the 3 boys who were about 14 or 15. They just stood and stared as I got wetter and wetter as I ignored them. They eventually gave up and walked off. Ben and Katie arrived and we walked off to get something to eat. Both Katie and I flashed a few people before it got too dark. We decided to head off back to San Antonio before it got too late. On the way back to the bus station we came across a sex shop. We decided to go in and look around. I thought it would be good to get us feeling even more randy. After a few minutes, Katie asked if we could spend the money that we had won at the wet T-shirt competition (tell you about that later). After a short group discussion we all agreed and we bought 2 sets of Ben Wa balls, 2 Butt Plugs and a long, double ended flexible dildo. The Butt Plugs are made of stainless steel and at the end that doesn’t go in the butt there is a really nice fake diamond about an inch across. When they are in your butt or pussy, all you can see from the outside is this diamond sparkling in the light. Ben though that they would look great to anyone who we flashed our pussies and / or bum at. Neither Katie nor I had heard of Ben Wa balls before and Ben had to explain what they were, and how they worked. We were both a sceptical, but Ben assured us that we would not regret using them. As we walked to the bus station and while we were waiting for the bus. I was getting wetter and wetter thinking about trying our new toys. Katie did the ‘get the skirt caught and pulled off’ stunt as we got on to the bus, much to the delight of a couple of middle-aged English men. We sat right at the back and both Katie and I frantically ripped open the packaging. We tried the butt plugs in our pussies first. They looked good, felt good too. The diamonds sparkled each time the light from a street light came in. Then we moved them to our butts. I felt full. Because Ben was sat in between us we couldn’t try the double-ended dildo properly so we took it in turns. I was looking forward to getting on the bed in our room with Katie. Last was the Ben Wa balls. When we pushed them in, I said that I could hardly feel them. Ben just told us to wait until we got off the bus and walked back to the hotel. About 10 minutes later Katie suddenly said, “what if one falls out?” Shit, I hadn’t thought about that. Ben told us that we could use the muscles in our pussies to keep them in. I spent the rest of the journey squeezing my pussy muscles, which got me feeling quite randy. Ben was feeling a bit left out watching us both play with our new toys on the bus, so Katie gave him a blow job. We got off the bus and as soon as I started walking along the road I started to feel the 2 balls bumping together, it felt good. More walking and more bumping and I was starting to feel quite good. Just before we got to our hotel, I heard a dull thud and Katie shouted, “Shit!” I turned round to see Katie walking back down the road and then bending down. One of her balls had fallen out and was rolling down the road. Ben and I both laughed. Back in our room, Katie and I didn’t waste any time in replacing the balls with our double ended dildo. We gave Ben, and the people in the hotel over the road quite a show. The next day I wanted to try flashing people with a Butt Plug in my pussy. I put it in while I was in the shower and swore that I wasn’t going to take it out all day. Breakfast wasn’t a problem, but straight afterwards Ben wanted to relax by the pool for a bit. We went out and grabbed a sunbed each. As usual, my legs were open a bit and it wasn’t long before one of the other boy’s came over to us and asked what I was doing with a diamond in my pussy. I told him that it was a Butt Plug that I had just got and was trying it out. He said the obvious so I told him that if it had been in my bum he wouldn’t have seen it, but because it was in my pussy it had attracted his attention and he would be staring at it for as long as he could. He said that I was right. We decided to go to one of the beaches by boat and I put on one of the sets of rectangles while Katie wore a little wrap skirt and bikini top. On the boat we were sat opposite a young couple. It didn’t take the boy long to realise that he could see my pussy and something shiny in it. I watched them through my sunglasses as he whispered to his girlfriend and she too looked at me. Both of them spent the rest of the boat ride with their eyes glued to my pussy and whispering to each other. The bulge in his shorts told me that he was enjoying the view. We went and spread out at the end of the clothed area and had a relaxing few hours topping up our all-over tans. As I always wanted to make sure that I got the insides of my legs tanned, my legs were wide apart. Ben went for a walk up and down the beach and when he came back he told me that the sun kept reflecting off my diamond which would have made him want to know what it was, if he didn’t already know. I wondered how many other people’s eyes had stared at my pussy and diamond because of the diamond. One thing that I hadn’t bargained on was the sun on the metal ring holding the diamond in place. I was first reminded that the sun heats metal quite quickly when I felt my pussy was getting hot. It wasn’t arousal hot (although I was), it was temperature hot. I put my fingers on the Butt Plug intending to turn it and found it to be quite hot. After I realised what was happening I had to go for a swim or a walk along the beach (through all the unfortunate swimsuit clad people) for it to cool down. Going back to San Antonio on the boat was just as good. Two teenage girls were sat opposite me and the spent most of the ride staring at my pussy and whispering and giggling. Another day we got the bus to Ibiza town then got another bus to a place called Ses Salines. There are some nice little beaches and rocky and wooded areas there. Apart from one area, most of the people there were naked. We had a really nice time there relaxing, having sex in the sea and on the sand in amongst the rocks. We had the odd one or two people watching us, but we just ignored them. We walked quite a bit along the coast and through the wooded area, all whilst being naked. It was a wonderful feeling. There is a little beach bar there where we had some lunch. Katie and I were the only completely naked people there, there were some people who we had seen naked on the beach but they had put something on before going there. We walked to the bus stop still naked and only put our clothes on when we saw the bus coming. While waiting there, Ben went in to the little shop to get us an ice cream while we sat on the road curb with our knees bent and feet flat on the road. One teenage boy went and stood on the other side of the road opposite us so that he could get a good look at our pussies. We obliged him by opening our knees and feet wide. About 10 days through the holiday we were out at a café having an ice cream and flashing people walking up and down the street when a girl about our age came and sat at a nearby table. We all thought that we’d seen her before but couldn’t place her. Ben was the first to remember her (probably something to do with her long blonde hair). She was on the plane out, with her boyfriend. They had been on the same coach as us but had got off at the hotel before we got to ours. Ben said, “hi” to her and we started talking. After only a couple of minutes she started crying. We managed to get her to tell us what was wrong. Her boyfriend had been going off and leaving her for hours on end. She (Emily) had found lipstick on his shirts and a couple of love-bites on his neck that she knew weren’t hers. The previous night they had gone to bed and when she woke up in the dark he was beside her, but there was a naked girl riding him. After a lot of shouting Emily had got dressed, grabbed her bag and walked out. When we met her she hadn’t been back to their room and swore that she wasn’t going to; and she didn’t know what to do. After a bit of discussion Ben told her that we had a spare bed in our room and that she could use that until she decided what she was going to do. Emily perked up a bit and bought us all some lunch. It turned out that all their money and traveller cheques were in her bag. On the way back to our hotel Emily asked Katie and me if we realised that she could see through our skirts and tops. Ben laughed and told her that you could see through most of our clothes. Emily got another shock when we went into our room and saw that the 3 of us were sharing the same bed. She got yet another shock when Katie told her that Ben was my brother. Emily said that she hadn’t had a shower since the previous day and asked if she could use ours. Ben went to get her a new toothbrush. A short while later Emily came out of the shower wearing only a towel saying that she literally had nothing to wear so we let her look through our clothes. She chose the black mesh dress and went to the bathroom to put it on. She looked good when she came back, but she was pulling at the hem saying that she wasn’t used to not wearing underwear. We all laughed and said the she’d get used to it. We talked a bit then Katie suggested that we go for a swim in the hotel pool. Everyone liked the idea and Katie and I stripped off and grabbed a towel. Emily jokingly asked if we were going like that, and was again shocked when we said that we were. I told her that she could borrow one of our thong bikinis but she said that she would just come and watch. There were quite a few people that we knew at the pool, all of the girls there were topless and 2 were naked. It was funny that none of the boys ever got naked. Anyway, after a lot of encouragement from everyone, Emily decided that she would take the plunge in both ways. The dress came off and she was quickly in the water, covering her small (but cute) breasts and bald puss as she went. It took her about 30 minutes to relax and start enjoying herself, but when it came to getting out her hands were in covering mode. We talked about her nude swimming experience and she said that she mostly liked it. She wasn’t happy that the boys were looking at her breasts all the time. She said that she was embarrassed by her small breasts. Ben told her that she shouldn’t be and that a large percentage of men actually prefer small breasts even though they always go on about big double Ds. He also asked her if she’d noticed that lots of the boys had spent lots of time looking at her breasts rather than Katie’s or mine. That they wouldn’t have done that if they didn’t prefer hers. That made her a bit happier and she relaxed a bit. A bit later she got up and walked round the pool chatting to a couple of the boys. When she got back to us she said that was a lot happier about being naked around other people. When the time came to go back to our room, Ben took the towels and Emily’s dress and disappeared leaving the 3 of us having to go back to our room naked. As we walked back through reception Katie asked Emily if she would be happy to prove that she was okay with being naked. When Emily asked how, Katie said that she had to go out into the street, cross the road and wait for us to wave to her from our balcony. Once we had seen each other she could come up to the room. Off she went. We watched until she got to the other side of the road, then Katie and I went up to our room. When we got there we could hear her shouting our names. However, some of the other guests in our hotel, and the hotel over the road had heard her and were on their balconies looking down at her. Some were whistling and shouting crude remarks at her. When we went out and Emily saw us she curtsied towards 2 of the groups of boys that were watching her, then walked over the road into our hotel. When she got back to the room she told us that she was scared to death but at the same time very excited. She told us that she was quite turned on. That night the 4 of us went round some of the bars and got pissed. Emily wasn’t very comfortable wearing see through clothes with no underwear out round the town at first, but she soon got used to it and was flashing her little tits and ass to get the boys to buy us drinks just the same as we were. Back in our room Emily watched us 3 having sex before we all fell asleep. Next morning Emily joined us for breakfast wearing one of our thong bikinis. She wasn’t too sure about going in to the hotel restaurant wearing so little and with her pussy on display, but soon got used to it when no one took any notice of her. By the way, breakfast was ‘buffet’ style so no one noticed the extra person. Late that evening Emily went to her hotel to get her things. Emily hadn’t wanted to go on her own so all 4 of us went – just in case. Fortunately, her ex wasn’t there so we got all Emily’s belongings without any problems. The funny thing was that after we got all Emily’s clothes, she still kept wearing our clothes. Nights. On one of the tour operators pub crawls during the first week, we went to a bar that had a stage and ran wet T-shirt competitions. Oh, on these trips to pubs we usually didn’t have to buy many drinks for ourselves or Ben. The guys were always keen to buy ours if we flashed our tits or bums or pussies. We’d ask for bottles of beer and then pass some of them to Ben. Anyway, both Katie and I told Ben that we were entering. We found the man who was organising it and were sent to a room at the back. We were given a T-shirt each and told to change into it. I didn’t fancy leaving what little clothes we had in that room so as soon as I had my T-shirt on I went and gave our clothes to Ben. Back in the changing room we watched the other girls get changed and some of them rip their T-shirts to make them look sexy. We didn’t. All had knickers on. I went and told the organiser that we didn’t have any knickers. He seemed a bit disappointed saying that the guys liked to see the girls strip to their knickers, then take them off. I offered him a compromise of Katie and I doing a double act. I promised him that he wouldn’t be disappointed and that the guys would see lots of skin. We were told that we would be on last and planned our act as we watched the other girls get wet then slowly tease their way out of their T-shirts. Some wore thongs, others full knickers. Not all stripped naked. Then we were called on and got wet. We both then ripped the top of our T-shirts so that the neck hole was very big. As the music played we wobbled our tits and bums to the audience as they chanted, “Skin, skin.” Then came the unexpected bit, together, both Katie and I did a handstand and we stayed on our hands walking round the stage. Both our T-shirts fell round our hands and we walked out of them. To tease the guys as well as help with our balance we opened our legs as wide as we could and went round the edge of the stage. After a while I winked to Katie and we both went over into the crab position with our feet right close to the front of the stage. On another wink to Katie we both lifted our shoulders and went down on our knees with our bodies leaning back. Our knees were as wide apart as we could and our open pussies were displayed to everyone. The music stopped and we went off the stage. We were well pleased when we were called back and told that we had won. We then had to repeat the performance. All went well, but at the end when we were on our wide apart knees, the music kept playing. I had an idea which Katie followed. I lifted my body without moving my knees. Facing the very close audience I reached out to a boy who was drinking out of a bottle. I motioned for him to give it to me. I then took a drink and then slowly teased my pussy with the neck of the bottle. To shouts of, “In, in” I pushed the top of the bottle into my pussy. This got huge cheers from the guys as I started to fuck myself with the bottle. I looked over to Katie and saw that she was doing the same. The music stopped and we got up, collected our money and left the stage. Ben had our clothes so we went looking for him. We worked our way through the crowds getting groped quite a lot. My pussy was dripping, and it wasn’t with beer. It took a while, but we eventually found Ben but didn’t dress until it was time to go. One night during the first week, and after another night out drinking, Ben decided that he wanted to see how much of his hand he could get in to our pussies. With him between us on the bed he got to work on both of us at the same time. It was a bit of a competition between Katie and me to see who could take the most. I have to admit that it hurt like hell and we both screamed quite a bit (which attracted a bit of an audience from over the road); and we both had a couple of orgasms on the way. Ben got all of his hand into Katie first. I wasn’t going to admit defeat and after a few more screams and another orgasm, he was in. Both Katie and I had had our legs up in the air. We put them down and Ben shuffled round so that he was lying between us, head to feet. Katie and I played with Ben’s goodies and gave a joint blow job while he moved his fingers inside us. After another orgasm for both of us, and one for Ben we all relaxed with Ben’s hands still inside us. The next thing I knew it was morning and Ben’s hands were still inside us. I leaned up and gave Ben another BJ to wake him up. Ben’s hands were a little numb, and with another couple of little screams from both Katie and me, Ben slowly extracted his hands. We showered and went for breakfast with both Katie and I telling Ben that our holes were still wide open. After breakfast we went and lay on some sunbeds by the pool. Of course, Katie and I had our legs open and a few people (girls included) asked what we had been up to. When we told them one of the not so smart boys asked how the hell we had done that, so Ben showed him with Katie. We had a little audience as Ben slowly worked his hand in. One of the other boys said that he wanted a go so I said, “come on then.” He wasn’t as gentle as Ben had been, it hurt quite a bit but I didn’t stop him. I orgasmed a couple of times, much to the delight of the girls and boys watching. It’s one thing having an orgasm in public when people around you don’t know what’s happening to you, but it’s something else having one when you are naked, laying on a sunbed round a hotel pool, having a fist being pushed in to your pussy and you’re being watched by a group of people that you know. I don’t think that I’ve ever been so turned on. The other thing that I realised was that the more pain that that young man gave me, the more turned on I got. Later that day we went on the boat to one of the nice beaches. We both wore one of the string vests, much to the delight of the group of boys on the boat. We spent most of the day sunbathing naked in amongst the people who kept their swimming costumes on. It took most of the day for our pussies to get back to normal so a lot of people must have seen inside both our pussies. The hotel parties were okay, they took place round the pool and were basically an excuse to dress up (or down) and drink a lot. The boys always managed to get the girls to shake their tits and bums. At some of them there were a couple of video-cams that were forever zooming in to get close-ups of our goodies. None of these parties lasted long and then most of the people went off to one or more of the bars in town. As I mentioned earlier, each one had a theme. The more interesting themes and the ones that we went to were: - Pyjamas I think that the most anyone wore at these was knickers or boxers for the boys. They should have guessed (maybe they did) that most young people sleep naked these days, especially when it was so hot. On the beach Quite a few people chose to be naked there, and judging by the lack of tan lines I guessed that they sunbathed on the beaches where they could get naked. Toga Party Ben pinched a sheet from the maid’s trolley to help us with our outfits. All 3 of our togas consisted of 1 strip of sheet that went over one shoulder and down just long enough to cover our bums and pussies (meat and 2 in Ben’s case). Each toga was held together on our shoulders with a narrow strip of sheet, and round our waists was another strip of sheet that allowed us to pull the sheet as far round us, or not, as we wanted. This time we girls were lifting the boy’s togas to see how many of them wore nothing underneath. We had quite a bit of fun comparing cocks and wondering what they were like hard. I think that most of the boys found this embarrassing as only 1 of them got hard. The School Dance We were amazed by the number of old school uniforms that people had taken on holiday with them. The only way that we could get to look a bit like school girls was to buy some black hold-ups and borrow a couple of ties from some of the boys. Why is it that the boys go crazy when they see girls spilling out of school uniforms? Masters and Slaves Ben said that it was called this, but we later found out that it was actually ‘Naughty School Girls’. When Ben told us that we were going I knew exactly what we would be wearing. Katie hadn’t twigged and had put a skirt and bikini top on when Ben got out of the shower. He told her to take them off because she wouldn’t need them. She looked a little puzzled as he got the 2 dog collars out and told us to put them on. He then produced the handcuffs and told us to turn round. With our wrists cuffed behind our backs he attached the dog leads to the collars. He told us to wait on the balcony while he got dressed. The lads over the road thought it was funny. Katie and I were led down through reception and out to the swimming pool. We got a big round of applause when we walked in. The other girls there were in their old school uniforms and some of the boys had canes, rulers, slippers etc. so that they could ‘punish’ the girls. We had to ask people to ‘feed’ us with drinks, which was an excuse for them to get close and personal. There was nothing that we could do to stop them groping us, even if we had wanted to. As more alcohol got consumed some of the girls had to bend over a table and get their backsides caned, spanked or whatever. If the girl had knickers on they were removed to a lot of cheering. Most of the boys were being gentle, but one of the boys who had a cane gave this one girl a real thrashing. He kept asking her if she wanted him to stop but she kept saying no. Her face was getting as red as her backside, and her breathing was getting heavier. Just before it happened I realised that she was about to cum. She did, and very loudly too, much to the pleasure of the onlookers. Katie was ‘punished’ before me, and she got a red backside from one of the boys who had a ruler. When I was picked I bent over the table and opened my legs wide. When the boys saw what I was doing they shouted for me to open them wider. Who was I to argue? One of the boys with a cane came forward. When I saw him I was a bit scared, but at the same time I got a little juicy rush. The strokes started off gentle but got harder. The boy also made sure that I never got 2 in the same place. He asked me if I wanted to stop and I shook my head. The next 2 were a bit round one cheek, but the end of the cane whipped round and hit my pussy. Boy did that hurt, but at the same time it felt a sort of good. I knew that my pussy was getting wetter. Two more strokes from the other side with the end whipping round to get my pussy and I realised that the pain wasn’t that bad and that I too was about to cum. The next stroke took me completely by surprise. The boy stood beside me and brought the cane down between my bum cheeks with the end of the cane hitting my clit. That was it, with a loud squeal I came. I was shaking for ages. Fortunately (maybe not), the boy stopped. Later, Ben told me that I had got a lot of applause and cheers, but I never heard it. When the group decided to move to the local pubs, Katie and I were lead out of the hotel by our collars and leads, still naked and with our hands cuffed behind our backs. We got quite a few comments and cheers from other young people along the streets and we had to duck behind a parked van when a police car came along. Some older people just stared at us as we walked past them. In the pubs Ben and other boys, had to help us with our drinks and we got groped quite a few times. We went to 2 of the nightclubs in San Antonio. In both of them we ended up dancing naked and us impaling ourselves on Ben’s cock. One of the clubs had a room that had a small swimming pool in it and lots of people were jumping in. Most stripped off first but not all. That same club had a contest to see who could do the sexiest strip. We didn’t enter, but one drunk, very overweight twenty something woman did. The poor woman got lots of boos and rude comments. Still, I don’t suppose she remembered it the next day. The other club had a foam machine that filled the dance area to head height. Some of the youths there used it as an excuse to grope the girls. I know that I got groped a couple of times. Katie told me that she had been as well. That night both Katie and I decided to wear our Ben Wa balls. I can thoroughly recommend wearing Ben Wa balls and going out dancing. I was on a high all night and even went over the top twice. I couldn’t wait to get back to our room and Ben fucked us both on the balcony before we went to bed. The night before the Last Night. As Emily was getting ready she found my set of Ben Wa balls and my Butt Plug in the bathroom. I told her what they were. She though the Butt Plug looked great and I offered to let her try it, but she wouldn’t. I did manage to convince her to try the Ben Wa balls. I explained to her about what to do if she though they were going to drop out. We went to a pub and danced quite a bit. Emily looked quite flustered for most of the evening, and later confessed that she’s had an orgasm when we were dancing. Last Night During the last day and evening, both Katie and I realised that Emily was getting very close to Ben. We already knew that she fancied Ben so in one of the pubs where we managed to get a seat, Katie and I went for a dance leaving them alone. When we got back they were trying to swallow each other’s tonsils. We knew what was going to happen if we didn’t stop it and Katie and I knew that we were happy to let them get on with it. When we got back to our room, Katie and I jumped on the single bed leaving Ben and Emily to the big bed. We left the light on so that the voyeurs across the road could watch Ben and Emily enjoying each other while Katie and I gave another display of one way of using the double ended dildo. Returning Home We all checked-in at the airport together and we 3 girls sat together while Ben sat on his own. Emily had been scared that she would have to sit with her ex. Ben told her that one way or another, that would not happen. The flight back wasn’t as exciting because we didn’t have a cock to play with, but we girls had a really good chat. We saw Emily onto a bus that didn’t have her ex on, and went to find our bus. Ben I know that I haven’t mentioned Ben much but he was great, he had to watch us having such a great time and never complained once. Oh, and he usually wore swimming shorts most of the time. Read all about my first few months at University in part 9 – cumming soon. Amy

A Prank Gone Wrong – Part 1 By Hooked6 ([email protected])   (Author’s Note: The following is based loosely on a TRUE incident that occurred in Florida several years ago and was reported in a major metropolitan newspaper. All the major relevant details of this story actually happened. Only the first person narrative account and the names of the characters are fiction created from my wild imagination. After discovering this clipping that I had saved in my desk I couldn’t resist trying to fill in the blanks as to what might have led to these teenagers ending up in such a situation. The exact details of the incident upon which this story is based and the newspaper in which it appeared several years ago can be found in the epilogue at the end of this story,)     “So what are we going to do now?” I asked eagerly. “The football game is over and it’s still early on a Friday night.” It was my first time attending a high school football game and I was having the time of my life. My name is Carrie and I was out having fun with my friends, Kristi, Susan and John who was the only one of us to actually have a car. We had just won a big game against our cross-town rival and emotions were running high and I wasn’t ready to call it a night.   “I dunno Carrie, what do you want to do?” Kristi asked.     “I don’t care. Let’s just do SOMETHING. I certainly don’t want to go home yet.”   “Anyone got any money?” John asked as we drove along away from our school stadium.   “Nope”   “Me neither.”   “Flat broke,” I added regretfully.   “Too bad,” John said, “I was thinking I could try and score some beer or something.”   Just then a car went by honking its horn full of fellow classmates. As I looked over, I saw someone’s naked butt hanging out the passenger window. “WOO HOO!” I shouted pointing out the sight to my friends who all hooted and hollered. John even followed them for a while honking his horn drawing attention to whoever it was that was brave enough to expose himself like that. We all tried to figure out who it was but none of us could get a good look at his face.   We eventually lost them in traffic.   “Hey, anyone here want to try that?” John asked with a wicked smile.   “Why don’t YOU try it,” Kristi prodded. Sitting in the front seat next to John she was sure to get a great view if he did.   “Love too but I gotta drive. I think you should be the one to try it though,” he said looking at Kristi playfully. “I’m sure people would rather look at your butt than my hairy rear end. Besides, you’re in the best place to do it. The girls in back don’t have a window that opens.”   Of course we all were feeling pretty giddy so Susan and I joined in egging Kristi on, “Yeah, go on Kristi – MOON ‘EM!”   “Yeah right . . .”   “CHICKEN!” I taunted.     “Go on. No one will see your face. It’ll be fun!”   “Well . . .” Kristi said obviously tempted to give it a go.   “I KNEW you’d do it!” I shouted clapping my hands in rhythm chanting “Drop those shorts. Drop those shorts.” Susan and John joined in as we all waited anxiously to see if she’d really have the guts to do it. I wasn’t sure she would until I saw her undoing her seatbelt and sitting up on her knees. I don’t know who was more nervous her or me!!   “Drop those shorts . . . Drop those shorts!” the chanting continued which seemed to serve to bolster Kristi’s courage. She rolled down her passenger window and the night breeze electrified the air in our car.     “Don’t you DARE stop,” Kristi warned as she sat up fully on her knees.   “I won’t,” John reassured her.   I squealed with excitement. I couldn’t believe it! None of us had ever done anything so wild. In fact we hadn’t seen each other even in bathing suits and here Kristi was going to bare her ass to strangers!   “Wait until we get through this light,” John advised, “wouldn’t want to get stuck at a red light with your shorts half off.” John paced his car so that by the time we got to the intersection the light turned green. “Okay now!” he said as he slowly increased his speed.   Kristi nervously looked at the two of us in the back seat then in one quick move dropped her shorts slightly below her butt cheeks so that her crack was showing and stuck her hind end out the window! I almost had a heart attack when John gave a long, loud blast on his car horn! Unfortunately it was over almost as fast as it had begun. When I looked up Kristi was pulling her shorts back up and sitting down in her seat.   “Awwwww,” I pouted. “That doesn’t count! It was too short!”   Kristi was breathing heavily. “What a RUSH!”     “Go on do it again – LONGER this time!” Susan pleaded.   “You guys think I should?”   “Heck, YEAH!”     It didn’t take much convincing. “Okay!” she replied excitedly. “I’ll give those guys on the sidewalk up ahead a thrill. Watch THIS!” She then got up again and this time pulled her shorts and panties down to her knees and I could clearly see her dark bush even from where I was sitting in the back seat. I could only imagine the view John had! Kristi shoved her butt way out the window this time as John slowed the car and honked his horn as he approached the guys on the sidewalk. They all shouted their appreciation as Kristi wiggled her butt playfully giving them a good look.   Of course we all were cheering her on too shouting words of encouragement. After we passed the boys I expected Kristi to pull herself back in but she didn’t. “THIS IS FUN!” she shouted and kept on laughing and wiggling her stuff for all to see. She did this for several minutes then hauled herself back inside the car.     “WOW!” John shouted as he made no secret of watching Kristi pull her shorts back up. “THAT WAS AWESOME!”   I’ll confess to you all right now that I was as aroused sexually as I had ever been in my entire life! In fact I’m sure we all were. You could feel it in the air.     “Okay,” Kristi said, “who wants to be next?”   Of course at her words the car got deathly silent. None of us it seemed wanted to take part. We all only wanted to watch!     “Now who’s chicken?”     Trying to sound brave but giving a rational reason why I couldn’t I remarked. “I’d love to but I’m in the back seat. The window is small and doesn’t open. Looks like you’re the only one who can do it.”   Just then that rat fink of a driver, John, pulled into a shopping center parking lot and stopped the car. “Change places with her, Kristi.”   “Okay!” she gladly assented.     “But . . .”     It was no use. They weren’t going to let me out of it and truth be told I secretly didn’t want them to let me chicken out. Part of me wanted to experience what it felt like. So mustering my courage I got out of the car and waited outside as Kristi climbed in the back.     I felt fine until I closed my passenger door and John started driving again.     “This is sooooo cool!” Susan exclaimed. “I’m having the best time of my life!”   I sat nervously in the front seat having second thoughts about going through with it. That is until Susan started the chant, “Drop those shorts! Drop those shorts!” Everyone joined in and hearing the excitement in their voices I began to feel better. I got up and sat on my knees looking for an opportunity.   “Let’s drive around this shopping center again and have you moon the shoppers in the stores,” John suggested.     Out of somewhere as if in a dream I heard myself say, “Okay.”   John made a U-turn in the parking lot and headed back towards the long row of brightly lit stores. “Get ready . . .” he instructed as I put my fingers into the waistband of my shorts. “And . . . NOW!” he finally shouted. I got up on my knees and was so nervous I yanked my shorts and panties down much farther than I intended, like Kristi had done, revealing my pubes to everyone in the car. I squealed and was about to pull them up to cover my front when John shouted again, “NOW CARRIE!! DO IT!!”   Ignoring my frontal exposure to my friends, I quickly shoved my bare backside out the window and the cool night air rushing across my naked flesh really made my juices flow. I was laughing so hard, mostly out of embarrassment, that I barely heard the sound of John’s car horn blasting away as we slowly passed the large store windows. I do seem to recall a man’s voice yelling: “NICE ASS, BABY!”   As John turned to leave the parking area I climbed back into the car almost breathless. “WOW!!!” was all I could say as the others cheered me on.     I was so proud of what I had done all I could do was talk about it. “DID YOU SEE ME?! I DID IT! I REALLY DID IT!!”   Susan then exclaimed, “You go girl – flash that pussy!”   It then suddenly occurred to me what she was on about. I looked down and saw that my shorts and panties were still down around my knees as I sat there in the front seat giving everyone – especially John a great look at my pubes. I squealed at the top of my lungs and I couldn’t pull them up fast enough as everyone laughed. A Prank Gone Wrong - Part 2   Of course Susan wasn’t going to get away with just being an observer. John once again pulled over and stopped the car. We all badgered Susan until she too took the front seat and mooned several people in various places. Of the three of us girls she was the most reserved barely uncovering her backside but still she did her part and shared in the excitement.   When she had done the deed it was like all the air was let out of our party balloon. “What are we going to do now?” Susan finally asked. Once again we were back where we had started – all ready to party but flat broke with nowhere to go. None of us wanted it to end. We were all having such a time pushing our limits of modesty. Individually none of us would have EVER had the gumption to do anything remotely that risky. But as a group we all felt safe. It was like we all gathered strength from one another – and most of all we shared the approval of our conduct.   After a few moments John spoke up, “Why don’t we go through the drive- thru at the Burger Joint on Nebraska Avenue? It’s always open late on Fridays”   “Ahh . . . HELLO, McFly? Did you, like, forget we are all broke?” I snapped sarcastically.     “No I didn’t forget. We don’t have to BUY anything. I thought maybe I could drive around and Kristi here could flash the poor soul having to work the window.”   “You want me to moon them?” Kristi asked almost enthusiastically.   “That would be kinda hard to do from the passenger side don’t you think? No, I was thinking maybe you could take your top off and flash your boobs.”   The car got silent as we all waited to see how Kristi would respond. “Hey, what about you, John?” she finally replied. “You haven’t had a turn yet. Maybe YOU should do the flashing this time. What do you say girls?”   “YEAH” I yelled. “Go for it John!”   “Okay,” John said, almost making my heart stop at the thought of seeing the first guy my age naked. “But I’m not sure taking MY shirt off will have the same effect as if Kristi did it.”   Everyone gave him lots of Boos and Catcalls. “We want to see you naked!” Susan said cutting to the chase. “Don’t tell us you’re chicken. Are you AFRAID of a mere three girls? What’s the matter ashamed of your cock?”     Despite our best efforts, John wouldn’t bite. I was sure our fun was going to come to an end when Kristi spoke up, “Okay, I’ll do it. But I won’t just take off my shirt. I’ll do it completely NAKED!” We all cheered her decision wildly. “But, on ONE condition.”   “What’s that?” John asked.   Kristi smiled from ear to ear and explained, “I’ll go through the drive-thru, like, totally naked IF everyone else does too.”   “WHAT?! NO WAY!”   “What’s the matter John? Don’t you want to see me naked?” Kristi teased.   Each of us weighed the pros and cons in our own minds. I’m sure I can speak for everyone there that night that each of us lived in mortal dread of showing our nude bodies to our friends BUT the desire to see what everyone else looked like was stronger than our fears. It was all so perverted, so exciting, so forbidden we just HAD to do it. After much wrangling we all agreed that we would all participate. We were all nervous about our decision but no one wanted to be the one who spoiled the evening by backing out. Besides whoever wrecked our fun by refusing to go along when all the others were ready to go would surely never live it down for the rest of the school year.     John pulled into the parking lot of a closed business and drove around back. We all anxiously sat there without saying a word waiting to see who would make the first move. Kristi finally said laughing, “What are you all waiting for? Last one in is a rotten egg.” We all laughed and began stripping. At first Susan and I just fiddled with our shoes and socks but then I realized that by dawdling I would miss the best part – seeing JOHN strip. I hurriedly yanked the rest of my clothes off and while holding them up to my chest to cover myself I leaned forward to watch our driver.     In no time at all John was naked and sporting the first male erection I had ever seen in an older boy! I was mesmerized and couldn’t take my eyes off of it. We were all giggling and carrying on making nervous little comments to ease the tension. Like me, the girls were using various articles of clothing to strategically cover the parts of their bodies that they were most apprehensive about. Susan was covering her boobs, Kristi held her shirt in her lap and John, well, he just let it all hang out.   John seeing what we were doing said, “Okay we all need to put our clothes in a pile and hide them under my seat. That way no one can chicken out at the last minute by covering up. Either we all do this or we quit right now.”   Kristi was the first to hand over her clothes and we all followed suit. John neatly stacked the articles and got out of the car and carefully placed it under his seat. I felt weird not having the safety net of something to use as cover and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.     We just sat there a few minutes and looked at each other making small compliments at how nice each of us looked then John started up the car again and we took off. I was apprehensive just sitting in the back seat of a darkened building but when John pulled back on the open four-lane highway I about freaked! It was all I could do to just sit there quietly.     It took a while to get to Nebraska Avenue which was a good thing a I’m sure we all needed the time to mentally prepare for what we were about to do. All too soon however the Golden Arches came into view. “Well, this is it,” John said excitedly and yes he was still excited as I could plainly see leaning forward against the front seat. Truthfully, I HAD to lean as I was so wet I was afraid I’d leave a wet mark on the seat cushion if I didn’t.     John pulled around to the Drive-thru order sign. Although the restaurant was super-busy there wasn’t anyone else in the Drive-thru lane but us at the time. “Welcome to . . . May I take your order,” the speaker cackled almost unintelligibly. It was a girl’s voice! John was in for it now, I thought – albeit relieved that it wasn’t a guy at the window.     “I’d like a small Coke please.”   “That’ll be . . . Please drive forward to the first window . . .” the girl said through the static-filled speaker.     “Someone’s going to get a thrill,” Kristi squeaked excitedly as she pulled her long hair behind her shoulders leaving her breasts uncovered.   John pulled the car forward slowly and stopped at the window. The girl was apparently talking to a co-worker that we couldn’t see then casually turned around and opened the window. “That’ll be . . . Oh MY! What’s this!” she said giggling. I was relieved she wasn’t mad as we all leaned forward showing off our stuff as she continued to smile.   “Hey! Check this out,” she yelled over her shoulder. “There’s a car full of naked people at my window.”   A teenage guy came to join the cashier at the window and Kristi proudly stuck out her chest and wiggled it teasingly at the young man causing her breasts to jiggle from side to side.   “ALL RIGHT!” he said enthusiastically as another girl joined him at the window.     “I see SOMEONE’S UP late tonight.” The new girl said laughing as she spied John’s boner.     The last thing I remember thinking before things went south was what a wonderful time I was having. Then I heard Susan, who was sitting right behind John, say “OH SHIT!”   “What?”     “THERE’S A COP IN THERE! DRIVE, JOHN, DRIVE!”   “A cop . . . Where?” John asked disbelievingly as he looked around the parking lot. “Are you sure? I don’t see anything.”   “Inside the restaurant. I saw him!” Susan said again in a panic.   “Awe, you’re just seeing things. Relax and enjoy the moment.” John replied, still strutting his stuff to the group of admiring girls at the window.   It was then that I saw the young man at the window making tilting motions with his head as if to warn us of something. I craned my neck to try and see if I could see anything but all I could see was the smiling faces of several more clerks now enjoying Kristi’s little show wiggling her chest back and forth.     Then we all were suddenly distracted by a blinding light coming from a flashlight shinning into our car. My heart stopped and for a moment. I was sure I was dead. It was a Cop! A Sheriff’s Deputy in fact in full uniform standing right in front of John’s car blocking our escape. He motioned for John to park the car in the row of empty parking spaces to our right.     I swear you could have heard a pin drop as we all sat there numb. Why did I have to go to that stupid football game I wondered? I should have just stayed at home like I usually did on Friday nights. A Prank Gone Wrong - Part 3   John pulled the car over and shut off the engine. The Deputy then said in a forceful, authoritative voice, “Everyone out of the car, NOW and line up with your hands on the trunk.”     We all did as he commanded each of us exiting via the driver’s side door. Once we were outside the car he took hold of John’s hand and placed it behind his back as he motioned for us girls to follow him. We all had to stand there at the back of the car and place our hands on the vehicle – our bare butts sticking out awkwardly as we had to bend at the waist in order to reach the low trunk. I’m sure whoever bothered to look could see everything. He said some kind of code stuff into his radio and a street address then asked John if he had any I.D.   “It’s in the car.”   “What’s your name, son.” He asked and John told him. He asked all of us the same thing as we stood there naked and exposed to all the cars passing by on the street.     “It was just a little prank, officer,” John explained. “You know, we were just having a little harmless fun.”   “Uh huh, illegal fun, mister.”     Just then another patrol car came up with its blue lights flashing as if we didn’t have enough attention standing outside naked like we were. Another deputy got out of his car and joined his buddy standing behind us looking us over and chatting as we stood there.     “Have you run their I.D.’s yet?” the second man asked.   “No they’re apparently in the car and not in plain sight. I haven’t asked for permission to search yet.”   The first officer asked John for permission to search his car and to my surprise he refused!     “You have something to hide, sir?”   “No . . . I just don’t think you have the right to search my car that’s all.”   “You are the owner of this vehicle?”   “Yes, it’s my property and I’m refusing.”   “Have it your way,” The deputy said a bit irritated and walked off.   Things seem to go downhill from there. It was almost as if they were deliberately going to make our life hell in retaliation for John’s lack of cooperation. There was more radio talk and then the officers had us each stand up one at a time and place our hands behind our backs as we were each handcuffed. I had never been handcuffed before in my entire life and I can tell you I didn’t like it. I felt so totally helpless and vulnerable – especially as I didn’t have any clothes on. The deputies made us turn around with our backs to the car now facing traffic and stand there as they talked among themselves. I liked it better when our butts were the only thing people could see and our faces were hidden. Cars were passing us by as they left the drive-thru and everyone gawked at us making me feel two inches tall. All those people got a good look at our bodies especially those eating in the restaurant. The diners all seemed to move to the window and watch like a bunch of people happening upon a bad accident. We were definitely a spectacle. There were young professionals, older couples but mostly teens our age grabbing a late bite to eat on a Friday after the games. It was only a matter of time before some of our classmates came by. This was a popular spot for the high school crowd. I just KNEW I’d be recognized sooner or later.   The first officer made each of us stand alone next to the car facing them as they took our pictures with a Polaroid camera – several pictures in fact: one frontal, one from the side and one from the back. I’m not sure but they really seemed to be enjoying themselves even if they were only doing their jobs. The silly grins on their faces gave them away.     “Why are you taking our pictures? “ Susan asked in protest as she was led to the car and made to stand in front of the passenger door.   “Evidence.”   “Can’t we get our clothes back first?” she pleaded clearly mortified at being photographed naked. I could understand why as she was the least developed of us girls and seemed to be the most shy of all of us. Having a picture documenting her lack of endowment must have really been mortifying for her.   “Nope,” the Deputy replied. “The driver has refused to let us enter and search the car and your clothes aren’t in plain sight.” She started to whimper a bit as the Deputy stepped back and took a picture, the flash illuminating her nudity all the more to anyone who happened to be looking.   When it was my turn all I could think about was how humiliating this all was and whether or not I was going to jail. Why was John being such a jerk?   Just then an unmarked white car came with its blue lights flashing and parked next to the other one. It was a female sergeant. I was relieved and thought to myself that she would end this for sure. She seemed nice at first and wanted to know why we were standing around naked until she learned all the details and that John had refused to give permission for searching the vehicle. Her attitude changed almost immediately.   She approached John and stood right in front of him looking him over. She was pretty in a butch sort of way and her presence was clearly having an effect on him. “Have you been drinking?”   “No,” he answered, “Certainly not!”   “Why won’t you let us search your vehicle? You have anything in there that you don’t want us to find?”   “No . . . It’s just private property that’s all.”   “Look, sir, don’t make things worse for yourself. Just let us check things out, we’ll run your I.D’s and call it a night.”   “NO!” John replied standing his ground. I was beginning to really get angry at him for dragging this out. It was almost as if he was deliberately trying to piss them off or something.   The female sergeant looked down at the ground as if she was trying to think of what to say or do next. It was then she saw John’s penis growing bigger right in front of her. When it was completely erect she said, “Look son, better get that under control or you’ll be facing a lewd and lascivious charge on top of everything else.”     Her voice was all serious but as she turned to walk away from him I saw her crack a smile. “Call for the dog,” she instructed as she returned to her car.   We were kept there in front of the trunk naked and handcuffed for quite a while as more and more people drove by and saw us. It was as if the restaurant was becoming busier and busier for some reason. My face became flushed every time I made eye contact with someone looking directly at me.     Soon another car pulled up and a Deputy with a dog got out and headed towards the John’s car. We were told to move away from the vehicle and taken to the sidewalk right next to the large windows of the dining room full of people. Gone were the relative shadows of the parking lot. Now the bright lights above us illuminated every detail of our bodies to be sure. The dog walked calmly around the passenger side first and then when it got to the driver’s door it jumped up and barked several times.   “Probable cause to search,” the sergeant said. “The dog hit.”   “What does that mean?” I asked.   The first deputy explained. “It means the dog found some contraband and we have probable cause to search the vehicle without the owner’s permission.”   “What’s contraband?” I asked but the Deputy just walked off without answering me.   As we were standing there a car pulled away from the drive-thru window and stopped right in front of where we were standing. “Carrie? What on earth . . .”     It was Emma Stanley from school! I yanked on my cuffs in a fruitless effort to pull my hands around to cover myself but I only ended up hurting my wrists.   “My Gawd, Carrie, what have you been doing?”   I was so embarrassed. How could I even begin to tell her what was going on?   “Move it along miss,” the deputy said mercifully coming to my aid. As she reluctantly pulled away I heard her giggling. I knew then that my troubles weren’t really over as she would surely blab what she had seen all over campus on Monday.   The sergeant and one of the Deputies were meticulously combing over John’s car. This is taking forever! What are they looking for? Why don’t they just check our I.D.’s and give us our clothes back?! This is ridiculous, I thought. After all we’re not hardened criminals. It was just a harmless prank!   “FOUND IT!” I heard one of the male deputies say to the sergeant.     “Found what?” I half whispered to Susan who was standing next to me.   “Maybe they found where John hid our clothes under his seat.” Susan whispered back hopefully.   The deputies all huddled together talking as we stood on the sidewalk and then one of them came walking towards us. “Oh you guys are in big trouble now.” A Prank Gone Wrong – Part 4   We were taken back to the car and once again made to stand at the trunk. “Is this yours?” the deputy asked John holding a large plastic bag containing something that looked like shredded dried green weeds up to his face. All the color drained from John’s face as he just stood there without answering.   The sergeant then held up the bag and showed each of us in turn asking, “Is this yours?”   “What is it?” I asked.   “Marijuana, weed, grass, mellow yellow, Mary Jane, call it what you want it’s dope and it’s illegal.”   I looked at the other girls and they seemed as shocked as I was.   “Unless one of you claims responsibility I’m afraid all of you will be going to jail tonight on drug related charges. There’s more in here than just for personal use.”   Each of us looked at each other wondering who was stupid enough to have that. Of course we all denied knowing anything about it.   Finally the sergeant said, “Charge him as it was found under the driver’s seat,” pointing to John and he was taken and put in the back of one of the patrol cars. She then approached us girls. “Look,” she said firmly. “There are two ways we can handle this.” We all stood silently realizing that we were all in big trouble. “I can take you all to jail, book you, finger-print you and then send you to Juvenile Hall to spend the night before appearing in front of the magistrate in the morning since you are all minors. Of course that means that you’ll all have criminal records and it might screw your chances of getting a good job or getting into a decent college. Or . . .” she paused for effect leaving us hanging.   “Or?” I asked hoping the alternative would be better than jail.   “Or I can use my discretion and assume that you three had no knowledge of the dope in the car and were just full of youthful spirits and failed to use good judgment by exposing yourselves in public like you’ve done tonight. You all should know better than to act like tramps.” She paused again looking us over judgmentally as we all anxiously waited for her to continue. “I can, if you promise not to pull any stunts like this again, release you to the custody of your parents. That is IF we can get a hold of them and they are willing to come down here and sign taking responsibility for you.”   “Oh we promise,” I answered quickly for the group. “Please don’t take us to jail.” The other girls all eagerly nodded their heads in agreement.   Susan then spoke up meekly, “Can we get our clothes back now?”     “Sorry girls. The car is being impounded under law as it was used in the commission of a crime. Your clothes are evidence as they were found hidden under the driver’s seat covering the plastic bag of weed. I can only assume that this was intentional on the part of the person being charged with possession.”   “That’s right, ma’am,” Kristi interjected. “HE was the one who put our clothes there.”   I looked over at Susan and all the color was gone from her face and she looked like she was going to be sick. “Does this mean we have to remain naked until our parents get here? They’re going to SEE us like THIS?! NAKED?!”     I was so relieved about having an alternative to going to jail that I hadn’t even thought about that and my heart began to race at that possibility.     “I guess so. Either that or you can go to central booking be charged and get a nice orange jumpsuit to wear until your parents pick you up in the morning; your choice. Why are you worried about someone seeing you naked? Hundreds of people of both sexes have seen you that way for the past hour. It’s a little late to complain now don’t you think? Besides, it seems like you should have thought of that before you decided to pull this little stunt. Maybe this will teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”     We all reluctantly decided to avoid jail. One by one we were each taken down to the sidewalk near the 4-lane street to where the pay phone was located and the sergeant dialed our home number as we remained handcuffed and then put the phone to our ear. This was off course way before cell phones were popular.   When it was my turn I could barely speak into the phone as my voice was quivering so. “Mom,” I said finally, “This is Carrie . . .” I quietly listened as she asked where I was and started to lecture me about being out so late. “Mom, listen, I need you to come and pick me up I’m sort of in a little bit of trouble . . .”   The Deputy took the phone away from my ear and continued talking to my mom. “Ma’am this is Sergeant Phillips of the Sherriff’s department. Your daughter has gotten herself into a situation . . . No, she is fine. She wasn’t in an accident. I think it best if you come down here and I’ll explain it all to you in person. It’s either that or I’ll have take her to jail tonight. Uh huh . . . okay, thank you.”   I could hear the anger in my mom’s voice even standing next to the Deputy as she gave her directions to where I was. Before she hung up I could distinctly hear my mom telling the officer that my dad would be right down.   That was all I need to hear – that my DAD was picking me up. He was going to see me naked! His sweet little girl who he thought the world of was caught acting and looking like a total slut. Maybe jail wasn’t such a bad idea after all.   Once all the calls were made we were allowed to sit in the backseat of her cruiser waiting for our parents to arrive.     Kristi seemed to handle the situation the best which was only natural a she was the most outgoing and liberal of the group. When her mom arrived to pick her up she kept her poise and remained calm as the sergeant explained what had happened. Her mom signed the paper and they both left. I could only hope that things went that well with me.   Susan, on the other hand started crying even before her parents arrived and kept on whimpering and sniffling the entire time the officer explained things to her parents. Her dad was absolutely furious and was carrying on so that for a time I was afraid he too would be hauled away like John had been.   Later after my friends had departed and I sat alone in the car awaiting my fate the sergeant asked me, “So, why did you do it? Do you like this sort of thing?”   “Um . . . I don’t understand. Do I like being arrested, put in handcuffs and humiliated in front of hundreds of people? Uh . . . NO, I don’t.” I snapped a bit sarcastically.   “Well, I meant have you ever streaked or run around naked before? And was it worth it?”   “No,” I replied softly. This was the first time. I guess I just went along with the crowd. It seemed like it was a fun idea at the time.”   “Tell me something,” she asked looking at me kindly, “and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but if you do answer honestly I think I can make things go easier for you when your dad arrives.”   “Okay . . .”   “What was it like? Were you aroused sexually or was it just something to do because you were bored?”   “Well, I guess I liked it, you know, woman to woman, it was very arousing. I guess that’s part of why I did it . . . you know . . . for the thrill.”   Just then my dad and my brother pulled up next to the cruiser. I can’t even begin to describe the look on my dad’s face when the sergeant pulled my nude, still handcuffed body out of the car. I’ll never forget the combination of shock, fear, and dare I say it, amusement that shown on his face as well as my brother’s.     True to her word the sergeant explained that I was duped by a group of friends into doing something that I shouldn’t have and that peer pressure was partly to blame. She said she thought I was a good kid that had been hanging around the wrong crowd. I was grateful for her intervention on my behalf as she had been all business with Kristi and Susan. I am pretty sure it was all because I was honest and shared with her in confidence that I had been aroused by it all. I guess it pays never to lie to the law.     Needless to say the ride home was humiliating. My dad just kept saying over and over, “I can’t imagine what your mother is going to say when I tell her what had happened.” A Prank Gone Wrong – Epilogue   Many of you are probably wondering what parts of this story are actually true.     The story first appeared in The Tampa Tribune in 1990.   The newspaper account states that four high school teenagers, three girls and one boy, were arrested after going thru a Drive-Thru totally naked. Many customers witnessed the arrest and the site of the naked teenagers as they were handcuffed and kept outside exposed for some time as the officers conducted their investigation. The restaurant was open for business the entire time of the incident.   An Off-Duty Sherriff’s deputy had been hired by the restaurant to work on Friday nights for crowd control during the high school football season and happened to witness the teenagers’ prank. Officers suspected drugs or alcohol had played a part in the incident. The car owner’s refusal to allow a search of his vehicle led to the use of a drug sniffing dog. The dog reacted to the presence of drugs in the vehicle giving officers probable cause for a search. Marijuana was discovered in the vehicle and the driver of the car was arrested for possession with intent to distribute. The car was impounded after evidentiary Polaroid photos were taken of the vehicle and each of the suspects - who were all photographed in the nude. The girls were released to the custody of their parents. None of the suspect’s names were included in the article and neither was the name of the high school that they attended. The name of the street where the restaurant was located was included in the newspaper account as well as my story.   The father of one of the girls filed a formal complaint with the Sheriff’s Office after learning that his daughter was not only photographed several times in the nude but was made to stand outside exposed to many passersby causing her unnecessary humiliation and embarrassment.   Later, in a subsequent clipping from that same newspaper following–up on the story, a Sherriff’s office spokesman responded that after an investigation into the conduct of the officers handling the arrest had been made it was determined that no departmental policies had been violated. The situation evolved as a result of the principle suspect refusing to allow a search of the vehicle and the girls’ clothes were not in plain sight nor were they particularly cooperative with the investigation. Officers strongly suspected drug use and were afraid that the suspects would try and destroy potential evidence if allowed back into the vehicle.   Again, despite the seemingly incredible actions and to address the doubters, the officers really did take numerous Polaroid photos of all four of the teenagers in the nude. There was a big stink about it in my local paper for days with several letters to the editor criticizing as well as offering support for the practice. It seems that some people support anything the Police do if what they do happens to those suspected of a crime (sad but true.) I suppose nowadays it is akin to Police video taping everything from the dashboard of their cruisers - same difference I guess. It all goes to provide documentation of what happened.   The dad of one of the girls did file a complaint and there was an Internal Affairs investigation but in the end it was determined that nothing violated department policy.   I have several more newspaper articles of real-life embarrassing situations that made it into the press (not involving arrests) that I could try and write some fictional first person accounts for if there is enough interest. A Prank Gone Wrong was my first attempt at writing this sort of story based on something that really happened that piqued my curiosity.     Real Life situations always stimulate my senses and in this article I wondered how it all happened - what would it have been like to be there hence my attempt at a story. I hope it was entertaining.   Hooked6

Army Girl by Isabella Part 01 I wanted a degree and a good job in electronics, I went to five universities for interviews, I was looking for some kind of bursary or scholarship to help to pay for my education but because my grades from collaee weren't the best in the world and my parents didn't fall below the poverty line there would be no help available for me. Even the worst of universities were charging the most they could get away with every year, so, to get a degree I would have to find nine thousand pounds a year just for tuition and then five thousand a year for rent and another five thousand pounds a year for food and clothes. There was no way I would be able to study and earn nineteen thousand pounds a year as well. I could get a loan for the tuition costs easily but it would mean being lumbered with a sixty thousand pound debt to pay back to the government. The final university that I had an interview at was actually the last resort as far as I was concerned. Situated as it was in Southampton, the Anglia Ruskin University would offer me a place but after the interview the head of faculty invited me to go with him for a coffee in the refectory. I, being the suspicious kind had assumed that he was going to hit on me, kind of a condition of my acceptance but as Ruskin came sixty-third out of sixty three in the league tables of universities with a faculty of Electronics, their head of faculty was very down to earth. "Have you considered what life after university would offer a woman with a degree in Electronics from Anglia Ruskin Victoria?" Was this a trick question, was I still being interviewed? I just blew on top of my coffee and looked confused. "What I mean is, you'll leave university with a huge debt, between sixty and seventy thousand pounds, if you got a double first from us, you could command thirty-five to forty thousand a year after two or three years in post, a two-one and that would drop to twenty-five to thirty a year after the first few years. If you only get a two-two, you'll be lucky to get twenty thousand and a third; you'll be working in a call centre for thirteen grand a year." I slumped in my seat, I knew what he was getting at, in the interview my SATs and pre interview tests had been brought up, I was predicted to get no higher than a two-two and only then if I buckled down to three years of hard study. "I'm not trying to depress you Vicky, I'm a realist, would you say that you're physically fit?" I nodded my head; I was very sporty at school, one of the reasons that I didn't get such good results in my college qualifications. "It's just that I do pass on candidates from time to time to the Army, they need electronics experts and they are happy to pay the university fees as well as a wage. You'll do twenty-six weeks in university classrooms, get a four week long paid vacation and you work for the Amy for twelve weeks a year for the first three years. The twelve weeks practical experience in Army electronics often lifts an under graduate's score by ten to twenty percent. Could make the difference between a two-two and a two-one." I was given directions to the recruitment office in the middle of Southampton and an envelope to hand over when I got there. As I was leaving the refectory I could hear the phone conversation as my interviewer was calling in my details to the Army recruitment office. The desk at the recruitment office was manned by an RAF airman, he told me that I'd have to sit a quick assessment test to point me in the direction of the right service and trade but before I had the chance to write my name on top of the test sheet an Army officer walked in. "Are you Victoria?" "Yes!" "You were given a letter for me?" "Oh, gosh yes, here it is!" Lieutenant Baker took the envelope from me and opened it, "According to your initial assessment test you've scored perfectly for a radio technician in the Army!" The RAF guy rolled his eyes and snatched the paper from in front of me, "Ten more seconds and you'd have been mine!" He said as he left the small room that I was about to sit the test in. Lieutenant Baker sat opposite me and smiled, "Good thing you hadn't put your name on top of the test sheet, you'd have disappeared into the system and probably ended up in the Navy as a radar tech or communications officer." I was very confused but then it had been a very confusing day so far. Anglia Ruskin was the worst of the worst university in the country and even they didn't want me and the last place in the world that I thought I'd be sitting was in the armed services recruitment office interview room. "Are you over eighteen?" "Yes!" "Do you have a criminal record of any kind?" "No!" "Are you physically fit?" "Yes!" "Do you play any sports?" "Yes!" "You're supposed to elaborate, do you play football?" "Yes, I played for the college team." "Do you play cricket?" "Yes, I played for the school team but not since college." "Do you play rugby?" "Only touch rugby at school." "Do you swim competitively?" "Yes, I did two hundred meter butterfly for my county." "Do you do gymnastics?" "Really, do I look like a size zero waif, I'm far too heavy and tall for gymnastics." Lieutenant Baker laughed at that answer, "Sorry, that was a test, some people just say yes to everything even though the closest they get to sports is watching football on a Saturday afternoon." "I did as many sports as I could while I was at school, one of the reasons that I didn't get straight 'A's in my exams." "Do you think you could finish an Army assault course in three minutes?" "I have no idea; I don't know what's involved." "Well, at least it's an honest answer. I'm pushing you through for a medical and fitness test on Monday, have to be fast because as you know, Universities are filling up fast at this time of the year and we'd want to get you into the best university possible, if you're still interested in a career in the army that is." I explained that I didn't know anything at all about the Army, certainly not enough to sign up for the Army right away. "We pay the UEA well for each candidate they send through to us, they gave you the test and should have outlined everything about the Army to you." Lieutenant Baker went through the basics of Army life and training as well as service conditions, as he detailed everything I realised that I had been given all of the salient facts while I was drinking coffee at the university, it's just that it wasn't laid out quite as fully as Lieutenant Baker explained it all to me. I would have to sign up for nine years of service, if I left the Army at the end of three years at university, I would have to pay back all of my tuition fees, and there wouldn't be an education loan to cushion the blow. There was a sliding scale if I left the Army between the fourth and eighth year of service that was roughly one sixth of the cost for each year left of my term. For three years my training would all be in the UK and only after I finished my degree would I be liable for overseas deployment. I did my first year, because I was so late starting the process I didn't get the usual six weeks at boot camp but I knew that I'd get that pleasure as soon as my first year of study was over. University was as expected; I got mediocre results even though I was working harder than any other student at the university. And I wasn't at Southampton University either; I was at Cambridge, not the sixty-third university for electronics but the top university. Apart from my study I had been concentrating on my fitness, while my class mates were partying, drinking and fucking around the campus I was running the tracks and working on my upper body strength, I knew that I'd have to face the assault course after my end of year exam. I wore my uniform for the first time after reporting to the ATR training establishment in Winchester. I was just over twenty years old and I was in with a bunch of eighteen year old lesbians in four person dormitories. I learned all about the history of the Army and how to march, stand to attention and salute correctly and that took up a whole week, on the Monday morning of the second week, after breakfast and a kit inspection we were told to dress in fatigues and report to the assault course, twenty women lined up at the start line for our first introduction to the assault course and eighty men standing around watching us. It would appear that the highlight of the men's basic training was to watch twenty unfit eighteen to twenty year old girls fall at the first hurdle. A quarter of the women who present for basic training would fail because of the assault course, you could try almost as often as you wanted in the first eight weeks of training but if you couldn't get round in three minutes by the end of the basic training you'd be flushed from the Army. For the first time in a year I was head and shoulders ahead of my fellow students, I had a good idea what I'd be up against and had put in a lot of work on climbing ropes, leaping ditches, cross country running as well as track running and as the men started jeering at us I started in the third group of four. By the nets I was ahead of the first three groups and went over the top like a monkey. I passed the finish line in two-fifty and wasn't even breathing heavily. I was congratulated on passing the course on my first go but then the training instructor made me clamber into a twenty-five kilo Bergen and sent me off at the rear of a platoon of men doing their first five kilometres march under load. They were dressed in full combat kit including Kevlar helmets and forty kilo packs. I was wet, covered in mud and tired from the assault course but at least all I was wearing was a t-shirt and combat trousers with ten ton Army boots on my feet. At the five-k mark there were trucks to carry us all back to the camp in time for lunch. I ended up going through the showers with the rest of my platoon, they had been going over and over the sections of the assault course that they had failed on their first time through. My biggest problem was avoiding nineteen lesbians offering to wash my back for me in the showers. I had definitely attracted a lot of attention from the rest of my troupe because I had shown just how fit I was. On the Tuesday morning I was told to report to the commander's office, I sat outside Major Whitman's office waiting for her ADC to call me through, Major Whitman was the commanding officer of the woman's training camp but it wasn't her that I had to see. Lieutenant Colonel Cromford, the commanding officer of the whole camp wanted me. I'd caused a little bit of a stir on my first bite of the assault course, I had passed that easily, well, ten seconds to spare and without breaking a sweat as well and although I hadn't worn full kit for the route march, I had carried the Bergen with the load necessary and over the correct distance for the women and passed that as well especially straight after doing the assault course. There wasn't much more they could do with me for the next seven weeks of training other than to bore me to death going over and over the same thing for seven weeks. "Your start in the Army was unconventional because we had to send you straight off to university instead of bringing you through basic training first so I'm suggesting continuing the unconventional nature of your training by putting you in with D platoon, they started phase two of their basic training last week and we know that it will be tough for you to make up that week but, you have done a year of study into electronics and their first week was basically introduction to electronics as used in the Army so I'm hoping you'll cope well enough." Well, D platoon wasn't training in my exact field, I should have been doing radio electronics and they were doing guidance systems but it was all electronics at the end of the day. I had to move my kit out of the women's block and into one of the men's blocks. I did have a dorm to myself but basically I had to eat, train and live with nineteen men. The platoon Sergeant, the Corporal and the Lance Jacks all worked tirelessly to prevent any impropriety of any kind taking part between me and any of the men in the platoon but for the most part they were all far too young for me so there wasn't any danger of me dropping my khaki pants for any of them. The guy at Southampton University had been spot on the money when he said that the Army training would help my university work, when I started the second year at Cambridge I was actually ahead of my cohort of fellow students and because I wasn't playing catch-up things really gelled and by the end of the second year I had the second highest mark in the final assignment. A two week holiday and straight back to ATR Winchester and slip back into uniform for twelve weeks and then another two week holiday before university again. I reported to the camp office expecting to be slotted in with nineteen lesbians again. It would have been a different platoon of nineteen women to my first week in Winchester but we should have all been at the same point in our Army training. "You're late; you were supposed to be here yesterday." "No, my orders say today...zero nine hundred hours today." "We were given seventy-two hour's notice to deploy yesterday and everyone was supposed to be contacted at zero six hundred yesterday, you only have two days to get kitted out and have all your shots." "What do you mean? I've been on holiday; I don't officially come onto strength here until today" The officer of the day came in at that point, "You officially came on our strength two weeks ago at the start of your vacation. You'll be fined a small amount for failing to turn up yesterday." "That's not fair, I wasn't told anything about it!" "We used your contact number, left a message on your answer phone." "I was out of the country until eleven o'clock last night and haven't been home yet." "The rules say that you have to give us accurate contact details, even if you're out of the country." I was rushed, still complaining through to the MO, still complaining as he stuck a hundred needles in my arm and my arse, still complaining as I went through the stores. Now it's funny that no one ever knows where a seventy-two hour deployment is heading so it's really strange that the stores officer seems to know what camouflage to hand out. I had a good idea where we were going to end up when I was handed desert camouflage kit and a fully armoured vest and sand coloured Kevlar helmet. The rest of that day was spent on a refresher course for the various guided armaments that the British Army used in the field and collecting all of the technical drawings we would need to maintain the portfolio of advanced weaponry. I drew my SA-eighty mark two from the armoury and reported to the firing range to proof the weapon and get a mark for ten shots on the range. The morning of our final day in Winchester was spent refreshing ourselves on first aid. I was still complaining about being dragged off on deployment overseas just because of the quirk of fate that I had been assigned to Winchester barracks for twelve weeks while the university was closed for summer vacation, I asked to see the officer in charge of the deployment, I tried to play the role card, I was being deployed as a weapons tech when my pay book stated that I was a radio tech. "Have you completed your part three qualifications in radio engineering?" "No sir." "Part two?" "No sir." "Part one even?" "No sir." "What training have you completed so far?" "Basic infantry and advanced weapons guidance systems sir." "Then you're going to exactly the right place to do the job that you're trained to do." "But I was supposed to do my radio training over the next twelve weeks, radio electronics is all I've been working on at university for the past twenty-six weeks sir." "You're deploying this evening, here's your orders, bus five to RAF Brize Norton and then air transport out to your deployment. I'll register your complaints up the line, if they think they were wrong in sending you on deployment you'll be back in six to eight weeks, but don't hold your breath." "But what about my place at Cambridge? What will happen to that if I'm not back by the start of the year?" "You're not the first squaddie to get deployed in the middle of a degree course, as soon as you come back you'll be slotted right back in to the course." Bus five was forty-nine men and me, a little strange but then twenty men to one woman was usual for a front line deployment. As soon as we sat in our seats on the transport we were told of our destination, we were heading for Afghanistan, Camp Bastion and we'd be arriving at around two o'clock in the morning. We were advised to try and get as much sleep during the flight as possible, some of us were stopping in Bastion but some of us were being onwardly deployed to front line units by helicopters, troop transfers out to the front lines were done under cover of darkness so some would be heading straight out as soon as the transport touched down. We formed up on the apron at the side of our transport in the freezing cold; one thirty in the morning can be mighty cold in Afghanistan. Five names were called off, I was one of those called out, the dispersal officer pointed out a sand coloured Chinook helicopter that was just winding up its turbines readying for takeoff. The five of us were on the chopper within ten minutes of landing on the strip in Camp Bastion and sixty seconds later we were banking out over the desert and heading roughly east towards Pakistan. We deplaned just before dawn somewhere in the Afghan mountains and when I say deplaned I don't mean that the chopper landed and we strolled out down the rear ramp, no, that would be all too easy, at fifteen feet above ground, just as the dawn light was rushing at us from Pakistan, five ropes were dropped from the Chinook with our packs fixed to the ends and the five of us had to rappel to the ground. Two things dawned, the day and the fact that we weren't inside the safety of a forward military encampment. We were on a track over a small hill with high mountains on all sides. The five of us stood looking like lemons as our ride disappeared still heading eastwards and because of helicopter limitations in ceiling height it was flying through the gaps between the mountains. To anyone tracking the chopper it would have looked like a simple blip on their radar when we were dropped off. "What the fuck do we do now?" One of my companions, a corporal, had expressed what we were all feeling; we stood in silence for five minutes when someone came up with a good idea. "You could all get out of sight in case your arrival was witnessed, that would be a good start!" As one, we all grabbed our Bergens and headed for what little cover there was, then it dawned on us all, the comment hadn't been 'WE' but 'YOU' and as we took up defensive positions behind a large rock we started to ask who had said to get under cover. There was a sudden movement on the ground a few feet away from where we'd formed up. A cape, covered in small rocks and sand moved to reveal a shallow trench filled with a soldier. "I'm Sergeant Patterson, I'm your guide to the outpost, we have to lay up here until dusk and then head off, ten 'clicks' to the east to your home away from home for the next month. Sergeant Patterson stood up to inspect us; he actually tugged our patches to get a better look at them before starting to laugh out loud. "I can't believe it, what have we got here, two Royal Artillery gunners, a cook, a medical orderly and, God help us, a female electronics technician. I think what we have here lady and gentlemen is an unholy fuck up, you've been delivered to the wrong party, I just wonder where my five man covert insertion squad has been delivered to." We had to sit it out all day in the baking sun, very little water to drink and no food, the five men that were supposed to be airdropped onto the little hillock would have been better prepared, they would have known that they had to spend a day and a night before they got to their base camp. We followed Patterson up the side of one mountain and down the other, ten kilometres on flat ground would have been a two hour march tops. But one kilometre up a mountain and the same kilometre down the other side only actually took us a half a kilometre closer to our camp in the east so it was a full ten hours of hard slog in freezing conditions to reach our camp. We arrived at the camp just before dawn and it was a good thing that he did because if we had been short as the sun came up, we'd have to lay up for another day, no one was allowed to approach the camp in the daylight. The camp had been set up by the Americans; it had been a rock pinnacle that had been eroded into a horseshoe canyon. Well, nature and a little help from Alfred Nobel's invention, dynamite. The Americans had called up a bombing raid on the next mountain when they first set up their hidden camp, the sound of bombs falling close by helping to disguise the blasting of the rock to make a usable surface inside the curtain of rock provided by the pinnacle on three hundred and fifty degrees around the camp. Army camps never had a reputation as being well appointed or palatial but this camp was worse than most. It had a single latrine tent, four stalls for making toilet and four rows of sinks to one side and a row of open shower heads at the end opposite to the entrance. Water was very strictly rationed. An ingenious method of collecting rain water had been set up for drinking and cooking and the grey water from the latrine block was filtered and pumped back into the system, the only waste that wasn't recycled was that flushed down the toilet, well, flushed was something of a misnomer, the four toilets were earth closets, once a week one of the soldiers had the job of raking out the crap and burying it at the outer edge of the camp. Once a week or so a C-one thirty would parachute supplies into the canyon below the camp, at night and under cover of a fighter bomber raid on the caves a few miles away that were used by insurgents, the very caves that our outpost was spying on. We would have men out at dusk with a laser designator pointed at a convenient rock to give the Hercules a point to drop the palettes of supplies onto. The supplies were hauled up the mountain to our camp before dawn, supplies, parachutes and palettes as well; no sign of our night time activities were left behind. The bad news for me and the four men that came with me was, to conserve the secrecy of our camp, they only risked personnel exchanges once a month, so we were stuck there for the next four weeks at the very least. Add to our discomfort the fact that no one wanted us there; they needed a specialist team of SAS infiltrators out on the mountain passes to record insurgent movements. The Army was still working from the pack of cards list, always on the lookout for outstanding members. They needed SAS Special Forces and they got five useless buggers on vacation for a month. Well, they did have use for our cook and medical orderly, the observation post was too small to have a permanent cook on staff so they usually took turns at cooking like they took turns at digging the crap into the ground. So just three useless members, they had no electronic weaponry, just a bunch of eavesdropping equipment and very specialised communications equipment to pass on insurgent movements without anyone else picking it up. Being a girl, while my companions hit the sack, still dirty from close to seventy-two hours of travelling, I needed a shower far more than I needed sleep, I didn't even bother dropping my helmet or body armour off at my tent, well I say my tent, the tent I would be sharing with the other four men that came with me. I headed straight for the latrine tent, I got another huge shock; because of the water shortage in the camp there was no possibility to use the American showers in the latrines unless it was during a period of rain and after close to three days of arduous travelling to get to the camp, I was in desperate need of a shower and all I was offered was a single half litre of water to wash myself and clean my teeth with. I was desperate for a shower but would just have to make do with what was available. I dropped my Bergen at the side of the sinks, propped my SA-eighty at the side of it and collected fresh underwear, my towel and wash kit from my pack and started my wash in a solitary pint and a bit of water. I wouldn't normally have stripped down to bra and knickers for a wash but I really needed to wash every inch of my body as the sand had got into every nook and cranny of my body. I was half way through washing my legs when one of the observer corps guys coming off duty walked in to use the crapper; he stopped dead in his tracks and just like his corps badge on his sleeve said, he observed what I was doing closely. I looked over at him and said, "Never seen a woman washing before?" "Not never but I've been on this hill top for six months with a bunch of men with too little water to go round. I need to load my memory banks for the long cold nights ahead." It was unusual to have an army camp without a single woman around; even the SAS Regiment had female communications officers and a few women who went in the field for urban observations, the squaddie disappeared into the toilet cubicle and instead of the grunting I had expected to hear through the door I could hear him masturbating behind the thin metal door. I knew that the year before when I was billeted in the same block as 'D' platoon and spent all of my time working with them, training with them and eating with them, that one or two of them wished that I was sleeping with them as well. I guessed that I was the trigger image to all nineteen of them as they whacked off at night in the dark. Now, for the first time, I could hear one of them jerking off after seeing me in my bra and knickers. I went over to the door and pressed my ear against the door, I could even hear his heavy breathing through the door, suddenly the red flag in the little window of the lock rotated to green and my head pushed the door open. He looked ridiculous, standing there in a t-shirt with his shorts and underpants around his ankles. His face was bright red and his hand was flashing up and down his cock shaft at around one-twenty beats a minute. I'd never done anything like it before, never been tempted to touch a man's cock, I wasn't a lesbian, or should I say I didn't think I was a lesbian, I preferred to be around women but had never really been tempted to touch one of them either, I had just never found anything that had awakened my sexuality one way or the other. I reached out and touched the tip of his cock, he grabbed on to my hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock and he moved my hand back and forth until I got the idea and took over. As soon as I got the rhythm that he wanted he let go of my hand and reached up to my breasts with both hands, he pulled my bra down, hooking my bra cups under my breasts, turning a full bra into something more like a shelf bra. My hand was moving at around sixty strokes a minute rather than his one-twenty but because of the visual stimulation of my breasts and the fact that he was fondling my fun-bags, all thirty-six 'DD' of them, I guess he came about twice as fast under my hand as he would have done by himself. And when he did cum, he erupted like a volcano, covering my hand, wrist, lower arm and belly. He whispered an apology and took a step backwards, his softening cock slipped from my fingers as I stared down at the amount of baby juice splashed all over me, the door swung closed silently and the green flag in the lock rotated to red. I went into the next stall and used toilet tissue to wipe my body clean of spunk, I only had just a fraction over a pint of water to wash my body with and now I had to start all over again. I dropped my bra and washed my tits, it didn't seem to matter much to me anymore, one man had already seen my breasts, one man, many men, what was the difference. I had washed between my legs before the next man came in to use the toilet, he had a broad grin on his face as he walked in and he didn't even do a double take when he saw my breasts still on display as I was drying myself. It was more than obvious that the happy squaddie who had left the bad smell in the toilet a few moments earlier was wasting no time in telling his mates about his good fortune. There wasn't a word spoken, I was grabbed and pulled into one of the stalls where the soldier pulled his shorts down and kissed me as he pulled my panties down, he was trying to fuck me but I twisted my body away from him. "What, what's wrong, Jim said you were well up for it." "I'm a virgin; all I did was gave him a hand job." "The lying little bastard, he said he fucked you, okay, a hand hob from you is better than doing it for myself like I've done three times every day since I landed up here five months ago." It was a bit of a struggle but he managed to get me so that I was facing the door and he had his back to it, then he pushed me down onto the toilet seat and thrust his cock in my direction. I started to do the same to him as I had done to Jim, it was a little different the second time though because the new guy wasn't fondling my breasts. "You said I couldn't fuck you because you're still a virgin, what about a BJ instead?" I was focusing on my task on his cock, the words soaked into my head slowly and suddenly it dawned on what he was asking me to do, I looked up into his eyes as the full extent of his request dawned on me and my jaw dropped open in surprise and disgust. He took that action on my part totally wrong and before I could say that I wouldn't suck his cock, I found that I already was. He started to give me instructions, telling me exactly what he wanted me to do with my mouth on his cock and he wasn't whispering either, suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Jacko, Jacko, is she in there with you? Open the door mate, let's all have a look see." I guessed that the guy polishing my tonsils with his dick's head was called Jacko, I was pushed backwards on the toilet as Jacko moved out of the way so that the door could be opened and three men were fighting to get a look at what I was doing to Jacko. I was still sucking Jacko's cock as he was being buffeted by the other three men as they were trying to get into the cubicle with us, a hand reached past Jacko's arse and made a grab for one of my tits when there was a distant 'Whoosh......Bang' sound from somewhere in the valley below our camp. There wasn't a sound but my four visitors disappeared from the toilet tent. I pulled my t-shirt and body armour on, donned my helmet grabbed my rifle and ran; I left my Bergen in the toilet block to look after itself. I formed up on the camp CO, most of the troupe were in slit trenches, they had heard the explosion and seen the fireball and had just run from where ever they had been and dived into a trench. They hadn't thought it through, they had just made the dash, most were already in bed so were still just dressed in under pants and vests. The CO, his ADC and I were the only ones still standing and we were the only ones wearing armour and helmets, I was the only one armed with a rifle, the officers had their side arms and that was all. The ADC and I were detailed to the camp entrance to see what we could see, I was on my belly ten feet from the edge of the cliff face and I belly walked to the edge. There was a faint vapour trail from the side of the mountains opposite, the caves that we were interested in and in the valley below the burning wreckage of a scout helicopter. The ADC wriggled up to my side, "Sit rep private?" I told him what my assessment was, I pointed out movement coming down into the valley from the caves opposite and I also pointed out one injured American soldier that had been in the back of the scout helicopter. "What's your assessment private? Will they reach him before dark?" "No doubt about it sir, they think they're golden, the scout has obviously strayed off route, they have no idea that we're here watching so they are walking openly, running almost, they'll hear any support aircraft coming from mules away." "We need to try and get the American to slip back towards the dried stream bed if he can." The sight on the SA-eighty wasn't exactly telescopic, mine had four times magnification and I could see the injured man quite clearly. "I can try and flash him a message with a laser designator Sir, Morse code on the rock at the side of his face, if I had a laser designator that is." "Keep an eye on them!" The ADC wriggled away from the edge and once he was safely out of sight he stood up and ran back to the main body of the hidden camp. Private Wilkinson, one of the Royal Artillery gunners that had arrived with me slid up alongside of me in full combat rig. He whispered, "Looks like you totally wasted that shower!" I shushed him, "Focus Wilky, how the fuck do we get the fly-boy out of this alive and not give away our position?" Lieutenant Gamble gave me this for you, are we calling up bombers?" "No, but I think you've just given me an idea, let me do this, you pop back and get me a walkie-talkie." I pointed the laser at the rock just in front of the airman. I pulled the end cap off of the laser and altered the focusing lens so that instead of a pinpoint of laser light there was an inch round red disk on the rock nine hundred yards away. I sent a message in Morse code telling the airman to roll back to the stream bed. I knew that he had seen the message but he was waving his hand from side to side to indicate that he couldn't move or couldn't understand my rusty Morse. I fired up the laser again, splashed the rock and then started to move the dot of light backwards towards the stream bed. He did follow the light with his head but he tapped his leg and then waved his hand from side to side again. Wilkinson was back at my side with the radio and he began to track as many of the insurgents as he could. He spotted that a few of the insurgents were carrying American shoulder launched anti-aircraft missiles, "Looks like they used an AIM-nine to bring down the chopper and they have more down there." I called the CO and told him about the missiles; it meant that the Americans couldn't send in choppers to rescue their man and, our supply drops would be in jeopardy while the enemy had sophisticated missiles. The SAS sergeant butted in, "We had some heavier weapons dropped in on the last transport, silenced Barratt fifty cal snipers rifles with sound and flash suppressors, if we had a good enough shot, we could perhaps hold them back until dark." We were each asked for our range average, I'd only spent four hours on the range but I did have a ninety-five average, a little short of marksman or sniper material but a good ten percent better than the next best shooter in the camp. The gun was brought over to me and unpacked I was just ranging on one of the men carrying a missile when the radio crackled telling me to switch to tack two. I was talking to an American AWAX commander he was bringing in Apache gunships from the East but he wanted the men with the missiles dealing with a few seconds before the choppers unmasked from behind the caves. Private Wilkinson had set up a second Barratt and he was telling me who he was going to target and who I should try for, the radio crackled that the helicopters were in position. I heard 'Sput' and saw a man fall in my peripheral vision; I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger and the man that had filled my scope fell to the floor. I selected my second target, heard Wilkinson's Barratt 'sput' again and I pulled the trigger again, this time I didn't close my eyes and I watched my second target fall, he was more hole than man. Suddenly all hell broke loose as six helicopter gunships came in with their nose guns blazing. We were asked to paint the areas where the AIM-nine's had fallen, I pointed the designator at one of the missile packs just as one of the opposition was trying to pull it out from under the fallen man's body and the whole area erupted in a ball of flame and falling rocks as a high explosive rocket came arching from a Black hawk being screened by the other six helicopters. I picked out each missile where they lay on the ground and each one was destroyed by a massive explosion. I didn't see the second black hawk drop into the valley at the side of the still burning helicopter that was downed just after dawn, I didn't see it pick up the injured American Airman being rescued because strong hands were pulling my legs away from the edge if the cliff, I was sobbing, I had never expected to kill anyone, I was in the Army, I had signed up to be a radio technician, serendipity of fate had made me into a missile technician but I was never expected to launch a missile, just prepare, test and repair missiles in a rearward camp. I had never expected to actually see the man that my actions killed. The SAS sergeant dragged me sobbing to my assigned tent and held me in his arms until I stopped shaking. He removed my helmet, my boots and my body armour and laid me on my bed. He sat over me while I fell asleep. I woke up at five o'clock in the afternoon, the events of the early morning an unpleasant memory. I was asked if I was up to a walk, the huge sniper's rifle I had used earlier had been stripped down, cleaned and oiled and was ready to go out on patrol, from the looks on the faces around me I was expected to be the one carrying the weapon when it went out on patrol. "We know that they took delivery of six missiles, one was used to bring down the scout helicopter and you helped to deal with four others so there is still one out there, probably in the caves. Somebody has to go and find it before they reinforce the insurgent garrison." We climbed down from our hiding place and crossed the valley in three hours Private Wilkinson and I were both climbing up to a cave that was opposite the caves that we were about to attack. When the caves were fully garrisoned they would have a lookout in the cave we were heading to but as they couldn't see anything at night, the lookout, if he was there, would be sleeping, granted, sleeping with one ear open for trouble. As we crested on to the narrow shelf Private Wilkinson passed me his rifle and I staggered under the weight of two such huge weapons. My partner looked weird, we had both been kitted out in Gilly suits, the traditional uniform of the professional sniper. That wasn't what made him look ridiculous; it was creeping up to the cave mouth with night vision goggles on his head and a huge Ka-Bar knife in his right hand and he was crouching down low to be ready to pounce if he were to be discovered, he finally jumped into the cave and thirty seconds later he came out with a silly grin on his face. He whispered, "Empty thank God!" "Would you have been able to do it if there had been a sentry in there?" He thought for a moment, "Yes, I had you in my mind, if I couldn't beat him; you'd never be able to do him at close range with that monster over your shoulder!" We settled down on the floor of the cave, set our rifles up on their bipods and then started to scan the cave mouths and the track in front of the caves in both directions with our night scopes. Once I was happy that there was no threat from above I started to scan the lower ledge, another part of the same track but using the track it would take over a mile to get up to the caves, the assault team was going to have to climb by hand about a hundred feet up a virtually sheer cliff face. I pressed my mike key; the pickup was strapped to my throat, "Sierra Tango two to Alpha Tango Leader over." "Leader over." "Alpha Tango Leader, you are clear to approach all targets." "Leader to Sierra Tangos, keep them peeled guys. Alert if threat before eighty feet, deal with all threats after eighty feet, over and out." Wilkinson and I had just been given our orders, if the assault team were less than eighty feet up the cliff face we were just to warn them if we saw movement outside the caves. Once they had passed eighty feet high, then it would be up to Private Wilkinson and I to save them with our powerful silenced weapons. We just had to sit tight and watch the caves and the approaches from the East. The assault team would jump anyone they found inside the caves, no prisoners naturally, then they would destroy any weapons they found with explosives. They were going to use remote controlled triggers and head down to the valley floor, as soon as they were all off of the cliff face, Wilkinson and I would exfiltrate down and rendezvous with the assault team on the valley floor. The plan was to trigger the blast as soon as we were safely back in our camp. Any X-rays that were killed in the raid would be piled on top of the explosives so that there would be no evidence of how they were actually killed. I was scanning the track towards Pakistan, away off in the distance there was a heavily laden mule train heading our way. Thirty men and eight donkeys struggling under the weight of weapons and ammunition. "Sierra Tango Two to Alpha Tango Leader, table please, party of thirty from the east and they are packing!" "How far?" "They're running heavy, two hours or so, could be closer to three." I pulled my gun back to the assault team, they were ten feet from the track, ten feet from the cave mouths. 'Sput!' Wilkinson's gun whispered and I started scanning the cave moths, I saw a man on the floor just inside the mouth of a cave. My earpiece crackled, "Sierra Tango one to Alpha Tango Leader, one X-ray down in the mouth of target three." I knew that killing the man in cold blood would have bothered my partner so I reached over in the dark and touched his arm, just to let him know that I was there and that I felt for him, I was just glad that it wasn't me that had seen the man leaving the cave. Private Wilkinson whispered, "Is it true that you let one if the observer corps lads fuck you and that you gave another a blow job?" Normally, if one of the other squaddies, male or female, had asked me a personal question I'd have told them to piss off and mind their own business but me and Wilkinson were linked now, we had both killed men, we had lay next to each other and used powerful weapons to take lives and we'd done it together and now, we were both in the hot seat again. The assault team was about to clamber over the edge and mount their assault, there was two clicks on the coms net, Alpha Tango Leader was asking if it was safe to carry on with the assault. "Sierra Tango One, all targets clear and quiet over," came in my ear from my partner. "Sierra Tango Two to all Alpha Tangos you are screened from the visitors for twenty minutes and they are still over an hour away along the trail. "Well?" "I'm still a virgin, Jim's a lying bastard, I'll admit that I did start to give Jacko a blow job but somebody fucked a four million dollar spy copter and kind of put an end to it." "If you were horny why didn't you come to me or one of the others in our team?" "I wasn't horny; I've never been horny in my life!" 'Sput!' I froze and said, "What was that?" "X-ray heading to see where his mate had got too." My earpiece crackled, "Sierra Tango One to Alpha Tango Leader, second X-ray slotted, same target over." Wilkinson's message was answered by just two clicks on the coms net. The assault team formed up, they were organised into five three man teams, if the SAS had been doing the Assault they would have had just five men and they would have rolled through all five caves killing everyone silently. Wilkinson and I just listened on as the coms traffic was all from Alpha Tango's members, whispering when they had finally cleared their assigned targets. There was a flurry of activity, bodies were dragged from target's one, four and five and all dumped into targets two and three. We were watching every step from our side of the Mountain. The assault team were brushing down the tracks outside the caves. I was expecting the call to watch the assault team's backs as they rappelled down the front of the cliff. The X-rays had set cleats in the mountain above the caves to help them to move ordinance quickly down onto the lower track when they were delivering arms and explosives to their fighters all over Afghanistan but they were always careful to remove the ropes so that their enemies couldn't use their own equipment against them in a surprise attack. Our men had just looped long ropes through the cleats and used them to rappel down, pulling them free as soon as they were at the bottom and leaving no trace that they had ever been there. My earpiece crackles, "Here it comes, get ready to pull out!" The message wasn't good, they had found the last AIM-nine missile and they were taking it back to our camp, it would be taken out when my platoon were extracted at the end of the month. The American's would be able to trace which country they had sold the missile too and hopefully plug that route for weapons up. "Alpha Tango Leader to Sierra Tango's, I'm sorry guys..." Now when a man with an arm full of guns and his running shoes on tells his guardian angels that he's sorry, it usually means that he's about to dump some kind of shit onto you. "...the brass have changed your part of the mission, you're to stay put, we've set our charges but your dinner party is too close now, if they see our remote detonation they'll know that we were here and they'll start getting curious. Our overseas cousins will be running high and fast from the west, they want you two to paint the inside of the west wall of targets two and three so the jocks can stand off and float a visible present deep inside. We'll trigger as soon as the package enters the letter box. We need our visitors to report back that it was just a lucky airstrike." I looked at Wilkinson and said, "Shit, they're sacrificing us!" "Don't think that this plan has been arrived at lightly, we've found over a hundred premade suicide vests, we're taking one of them back too to see if we can get a clue as to their origin. If they have any thoughts that we had boots on, they'll restructure and disappear. Paint the target and then lie low until an hour after nightfall. Do not engage unless you are compromised. Understood?" "Two, got that!" "One, not happy but got that!" We were told that the fast movers would be on tack six calls Foxtrot Bravo One and Two. I was to light up cave three and my partner was responsible for the bombs going into cave number two. We slipped back from the edge and placed our rifles at the back of the cave, all we needed were our night scopes to watch what the mule train was up too. We were calling in the progress of the mule train to a controller sitting someplace high over our world in an AWAX and he was holding two fighter bombers out just beyond our little valley. When the mule train was just one hundred feet from the easternmost cave, we called that in too. "Foxtrot One to Sierra Tango One, we're thirty seconds out, time to paint target two. Wilkinson and I both fired up our laser designators, it was almost dawn and we could see without the aid of night vision, we braced ourselves, trying to keep out of sight of the X-rays on the other side of the valley. The jets were very high and anyone looking on would swear that they were just transitioning to a different theatre to deliver their packages. The bombers were actually so far away and so high that they had already released their payloads and the bombs were riding down following the reflection of the laser spot deep inside the cave's belly. "On my mark we have to close down and roll back into the cave." I could see the bomb's streaking towards their respective targets they were about fifty feet away, the guys leading the donkeys didn't even look up at the bombers, as far as they were concerned they were way out of the bombers sphere of interest. "Mark!" We powered down our adult laser pointers and Wilkinson pulled me back into the cave. The bombs were still travelling and without the laser spot to home in on they were just following their last instruction. If we had turned off too soon the bombs could have been knocked off course by strong winds and they wouldn't have tried to get back on target but we really had left it to the very last moment. At our base camp, Alpha Tango Leader was pointing his remote controller in the direction of the caves and as the bombs went through the cave mouth he pressed his trigger. There was just one explosion and twin tongues of fire licked out and actually entered the mouth of our cave. I was at the back of the cave, Wilkinson was on top of me protecting me from the flash and as soon as it was safe to move I started beating the smouldering strands of his Gilly suit. We slithered as close to the edge as we dared go. The men were still on the path but their donkeys had bolted and all had fallen to their deaths at the foot of the cliff face. There must have been something with a time delay in one of the packs because as we looked down to the line of dead donkeys, somewhere in the middle of the carnage there was a small explosion that started a fire and then some of the AK-forty-seven ammunition started popping off and then a few of the RPG's in another pack blew up too and very soon the whole mule train was ablaze. My arm was tapped and a hand signal to go further into the back of the cave, I followed right as far to the back of the cave as possible, Private Wilkinson he spun the channel selector on his radio to tack one. "Sierra Tango One to base, over." "Base receiving, over." "Sierra Tango One to base. Mission complete, one hundred percent, over!" "Base to Sierra Tango One, message understood, our observers confirm, X-ray ordinance total loss. You'd better keep your heads down, observe radio silence, listen only, try and get some sleep and we'll call you after dusk to confirm exit, over and out." We were well out of sight deep in the cave, there were so few X-rays in the party that they would probably just poke about a bit and then bed down in one of the three caves that weren't burning furiously. "Hopefully they won't send a sentry out but I'll keep my Ka-bar handy to keep things as quietly as possible." Private Wilkinson started to pull his Gilly suit off and stack it between us and the cave mouth. It was just after dawn and was still quite cold inside the cave so I gave him a bit of a funny luck. "It's going to get very hot in here very soon, we've got to last in here all day, anyway, you don't want to stay a virgin for the rest of your life do you?" "I'll get round to it before I die!" "If our neighbours get too nosey, that could be sooner than you think, if they come we'll have a hard time fighting them off, one RPG in the cave mouth and it's 'Good night Vienna'. We may just as well make the most of our last few hours on earth. Private Wilkinson helped me out of my Gilly suit, "What's your first name? I can't be deflowered by Private Wilkinson!" "Gunner!" "Do you really want to be that pedantic at a time like this?" He laughed his head off as silently as he could so as not to give us away. "Gunner, my mother was a fan of Friends; she named me Gunther Wilkinson but my brothers and sisters couldn't get their tongues round that and so I ended up Gunner. And I became a gunner too. So I guess I'm Gunner Gunner." "Okay, okay, stop now if you want to do me just do it and stop with the Gunner." We stripped each other totally, we made a visual screen with our camouflage suits and behind them we laid out our body armour and propped them up with our Barrett rifles so that they were there, loaded and pointing in roughly the right direction. And then we just lay in the fine dust and straw that covered the floor of the cave. We experimented all day long, fingers, mouths, Gunner sucked on my nipples and licked between my legs. I sucked his nipples and sucked his cock. He put his hand over my mouth as he invaded my cunt with his cock to stifle any possible screaming I may do. We didn't get a wink of sleep all day, we just fucked in every different position and way that Gunner could remember or invent. And all the time, as we fucked, we could hear the chatter of the X-rays just a few hundred feet away. As dusk fell Gunner and I started to get dressed, leaving our Gilly suits blocking the view into our lair until an hour after dusk. We put our Gilly suits on and then used our night scopes to have a really good look around and we accounted for all of the X-rays, they were all sitting openly around the entrance to target four. We spent an hour carefully picking our way down to the valley below, the X-rays seemed to be totally convinced that they were all alone in the valley, they hadn't bothered to put up sentries and they had set a fire going inside the cave that cast a red glow out over the valley and we didn't see a single one of them even bother to look out past the cave for over an hour. We had been very careful about cleaning our hideout so that if they ever used it again, they still wouldn't know that we had been there and that we had used it to cap a few of their fellow countrymen before the last bombing raid. We were met at the foot of the cliff leading up to our base and helped to scale up to the camp above. The edge of the cliff was ringed by observers and radio operators doing the intelligence work that they did every night in total darkness. We were debriefed by the CO, his ADC and the SAS Sergeant before we were allowed to go to bed. After the excitement of the first few days of our accidental posting the rest of the month that we languished at the secret forward base was very boring, we couldn't really do any serious training because we had to be careful how much noise we made. Jacko and the boys made play after play to get into my knickers. I did give Jacko a hand job but I was careful that we were all alone when I did it so that there was no audience. I did take a few turns on lookout and I went out on two patrols at night down the valley. I found a few electronic items that had been abandoned by the Americans because they were broken and I managed to fix them, I even got a TV and a DVD player working, not that there were any DVD's to watch or TV channels that could be tuned too but when it was time for me and my four troupe members to be swapped for the squad that should have been dropped off four weeks earlier, I did promise the observers that I'd send them some DVD's in the post as soon as I got back to civilisation. Jacko hugged me and kissed me on my cheek and whispered in my ear, "Don't bother with any Disney films or bloody Mamma Mia crap, send us sex DVD's and preferably, star in one yourself." It was an arduous nine hour yomp out to the covert collection point carrying all of our kit, for some reason Gunner and I had to drag the heavy Barratt fifty cal and wear our Gilly suits as well as our Bergen packs but at least we didn't have to carry the AIM-nine missile or the bombers suicide vest like the other Royal Artillery squaddie and the cook had to. The only squad member who didn't have to carry any extra weapons was the medico because of the Geneva Convention. We had to sleep all the next day while waiting for a chopper to collect us at nightfall. At Camp Bastian Gunner and I were passed straight onto a transport on its way to Brize Norton. It was a cargo plane so not the most comfortable flight in the world. We now had the Barratt as well as the missile and the bombers vest to stow but at least we could take the Gilly suits off. Once the air crew settled into their in-flight jobs, Gunner and I were left all alone in the cargo bay for several hours so we both joined the mile high club, several times over. We were both transferred to yet another helicopter at Brize and flown westward to a training camp that appeared on no maps in the wilds of Herefordshire. We spent the night under canvas where we fucked again for old time's sake. In the morning we had to wear our dress uniforms and we were paraded in front of the whole of Twenty-one Regiment where we were presented with medals that we could wear with pride on our uniforms but that would never appear in any register of honours other than the Twenty-first Regiment's own ledgers. We were both invited to join the training to become members of the SAS, Gunner jumped at the chance but I turned them down. When I finally found myself at the gates of ATR Winchester I only had a week of training left before my holiday and then, two weeks later back to Cambridge. I was marched in front of the officer that I had been complaining bitterly about my posting to just six weeks earlier. "Where do you get off Private Clarke, you gave me a hard time before your posting because you were being posted as a missile technician and you wanted to remain here as a radio tech yet, as soon as you get into theatre, you switch to sniper and make a bloody good fist of it too from what I hear through the grapevine." He shook my hand and congratulated me on the way I handled a very difficult situation. I spent a week training on digital communications equipment and I was then out of uniform. I didn't go looking for a hot holiday destination; I went home to my parent's house for a rest. They knew that I had changed; they didn't know that I had lost my virginity and killed at least two men in just twenty-four hours.

A New Career by storyguy Chapter 13 Craig settled back, resting, when Shannon left. Annie lay next to him, on her side, but needed more. She was hornier than she had ever been as she was the only one who had not climaxed. She glanced down and saw his cock wasn't quite hard yet, but wasn't completely flaccid either. She reached down and began playing with his cock and balls. "Got something left for me?" she giggled. "Always. Shannon is fun, but..." he grinned as his dick stiffened. "But what?" Annie asked. "She's cute... fun to do stuff with, but she's not you. She's still kinda young and doesn't have much of a body. You have a killer body and know lots more about... um... I don't know how to put it... I like you better and doing stuff with you better," he explained. "Thanks," Annie gushed. "You gonna take the 5 o'clock bus again?" she asked and he nodded. "Good. We got time to do some stuff if you want. I'd kinda like to." Craig smiled, rolled Annie onto her back, then kissed her passionately. It was more than enough to get Annie's motor running at full speed again. As they kissed, her nips hardened what seemed to be more than usual and she could feel the wetness in her pussy as she returned his kisses. His hand went to her breast and he began massaging it, much to her delight. As they kissed, Craig maneuvered himself on top of Annie. She seemed willing and parted her legs so he could settle between them. Both their hips started moving so Craig's cock was running up and down Annie's slit. Hormones took over and the humping became more exaggerated. Annie's pussy was soaked. "Wanna do it?" Craig whispered. With her brain disengaged and her body controlling, Annie just nodded; his words not really sinking in. Craig lifted slightly and his hand went between their bodies. He aimed as best he could and the next stroke for them pushed the head of his cock between her wanting pussy lips. Annie suddenly froze as the reality of what was happening slammed into her brain. "Um... Go easy. It's my first time," she muttered, still undecided if she really wanted this to happen. "I'll go as slow and easy as you like," he answered, being nervous as well. Neither moved for a moment. "You OK?" he asked and she nodded. "Want me push in?" Annie couldn't answer. Her brain was screaming NOOO, but her body was yelling back YESSS. Her mouth opened and nothing came out. She couldn't even nod or shake her head, just stayed frozen. After what seemed to be an eternity, Craig's cock pushed slightly deeper, then stopped again. All she could do was brace herself and wait for either nothing or the worst pain she had ever felt. All the first time horror stories flooded her mind and at the same time all the "it was nothing" stories pushed back. The only thing she actually was feeling was what seemed to be a very large cock entering her tiny opening, not hurting, but definitely filling her. Without warning, Craig pushed in more. Her pussy seemed to be stretching to accommodate his intrusion into her body. Annie's inner conflict was still raging, causing her to tense, hoping it wouldn't hurt too bad. Thankfully he was pushing slowly, but Annie wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. There wasn't really any pain. Annie wasn't sure his cock was going to fit inside her anyway. Her pussy felt stuffed and he was still pushing in. Once more she feared he might be too big for her when he stopped pushing. Her eyes opened again. "Why did you stop?" she asked. "I'm all the way in," he smiled. "Really?" Annie grinned. He just nodded. She swore she could feel his cock just behind her belly button and it felt so much bigger inside her. Annie relaxed some. He had fit. Her body was still wanting though and she smiled when he began moving in and out of her slowly. It was the biggest thing she ever had inside her body and, even though stuffed, her body was reacting. It was a strange feeling, like nothing she had felt when rubbing herself. Although different, her excitement was growing. There had been no real hurt and the stuffed feeling was almost pleasurable. Craig's slow, gentile, slight movements didn't last though. His pace began accelerating and his slight movements became more pronounced. Annie's eyes closed once more letting her body focus on the sensations. The more he moved, the better it felt. Annie opened her legs more as Craig began to pound into her. Her body was becoming accustom to his cock filling her even though the full feeling remained. He was creating sensations she hadn't felt before, new, wonderful sensations. Her hips pushed up, meeting his invading cock trying to get him in deeper. It was starting to hurt, but she couldn't stop now. The pleasure was far greater than the hurt. Her body exploded in orgasm. "I'm gonna cum!" Craig gasped. Annie felt his cock pulsating inside her body and her pussy seemed to suddenly get wetter and more slippery. Unknown to her she was panting, gasping for air each time he pulled back and exhaling when he rammed back into her. She wanted him to keep going forever, but he slowed steadily until he finally stopped moving, but his cock was still inside her body. A smile formed on her face. "Was I good?" she whispered. "Yeah... Great!" he answered, then unfortunately pulled out of her and lay down next to her. Annie was happy and satisfied, but she became aware of how sore her pussy actually was. She nuzzled up to him, content. "Did you have fun today?" she asked and he nodded. "Me too. It was fun with Shannon. Wanna do stuff with her again? I think I know how we can get her naked again and do stuff to her, if you want to, of course," she continued. "Yeah. How we gonna do that?" Craig questioned. "She wants to model. We can tell her we'll teach her how to pose. We just tell her she has to get naked to do that. I'll get naked too so she'll do it. Think you can teach two naked girls how to pose?" Annie giggled. "Sure! When? I can't tomorrow, but maybe the day after?" he replied. "Um... Wanna do it again? I still have time before my bus," Craig added. "Ah... I'm kinda sore. Sorry," Annie frowned. "Maybe we can after we teach Shannon how to pose though," she stated after seeing the disappointment in his face. “I'll see if I can get Shannon here the day after tomorrow." "OK..." Craig sighed. He then laid back silent. After a short time Annie began to feel somewhat guilty. She was also still horny, but her pussy needed rest. Annie sat up and looked at Craig, who smiled at her. Without saying anything she leaned down, grasped his cock, and guided it into her mouth. He immediately stiffened, pleasing her. She momentarily dropped his cock from her mouth and grinned at him. As expected he grinned back, then she took his cock again. It wasn't long before Craig was breathing hard. Annie could feel his cock almost quivering in her mouth. She continued massaging him with her lips and tongue. Suddenly his breath sucked in and her mouth filled with his boob growing serum. Now knowing what to expect, she swallowed as quickly as she could, not wanting to waste any of the elixir. He stopped squirting and she felt him softening. His cock fell from her lips and she sat back up. Looking at the clock, she said, "You need to get going. Your bus will be here soon." The two dressed and walked to the bus stop together. It surprised her when he kissed her before getting on the bus. "I'll call you later," he called out as he stepped into the bus. Chapter 14 Two days later the three made plans to meet again. Annie arranged for Shannon to come to her apartment and she would teach her how to pose, but didn't tell Shannon Craig would be there. Shannon was excited and wanted to learn how to model. She went to Annie's right after school. Annie was already home and let Shannon in. "You ready to learn to be a model?" Annie asked and, naturally, Shannon nodded enthusiastically. "Let's go in my room. I have a full length mirror on my door so you can see yourself," suggested Annie. The two made their way into Annie's room. "So what do I do?" Shannon asked once there. "Start by taking off your clothes," Annie told her. A shocked look came over Shannon's face. "What? You need to see how your body is posed. You can't see that with clothes on. I'll show you a pose, then you do it," Annie explained as she pulled her top off. Shannon paused, but seeing Annie undress she relented and began taking off her clothes too, stopping when she was just wearing panties. "Panties too," Annie noted as she dropped hers to her feet. Shannon's underwear dropped to her feet as a hand covered her now exposed pussy. She picked up her panties with her free hand and dropped them on Annie's bed and then sat down next to them acting quite shyly. She looked at Annie waiting for her next task. The front door buzzer rang and Annie grabbed her bathrobe, putting it on, and told Shannon, "I'll be right back. Stay here." Annie left the room, closing the door behind her, and answered the buzzer. It was Craig, as planned, and she buzzed him in. Craig knocked on the apartment door and Annie opened it for him. "Is Shannon here?" he asked. Annie put her finger to her lips signaling him to be quiet as he stepped in and she closed the door. She motioned him to follow her and she went back to her room. "Wanna do it?" Craig whispered. With her brain disengaged and her body controlling, Annie just nodded; his words not really sinking in. Craig lifted slightly and his hand went between their bodies. He aimed as best he could and the next stroke for them pushed the head of his cock between her wanting pussy lips. The door opened and Shannon's jaw dropped as Annie walked back in followed by Craig. In a panic Shannon grabbed her top and held in against her naked body. "Annie! I'm naked!" she gasped. Annie calmly took off her robe laying it on her bed, exposing her naked body. "So? I asked him to come over. He's got a lot more experience than I do and I thought he could help you." Shannon was still wide-eyed and still trying to cover herself. "What's the big deal? He's already seen you and even touched you. You saw him too. Stand up and we'll get started. Craig, sit on the bed. You can watch and give Shannon some pointers so she can pose better," Annie stated. Shannon was still nervous and shy, but seeing Annie standing completely nude, like it was natural, gave her the bit of confidence she needed to stand, but she kept her hand in front of her pussy. "OK," Shannon muttered. "What do I do?" Annie smiled, then whispered something to Craig. "OK. I'll pose, then you pose like me. You can look in the mirror and check yourself. First, put your hands on your hips, like this, then stand straight," Annie commanded, posing as she had told Shannon to pose, knowing Shannon would have to uncover her pussy. Shannon looked at Annie, then mimicked her pose, exposing herself to Craig. "Straighten your back; kinda push your boobs out," Craig instructed. Shannon tried to make the corrections. "Good. Much better," Craig complimented. "Now do this," Annie told her as she changed her pose, jutting one hip out and parting her legs some. Again Shannon copied her, exposing her pussy more. Annie broke her pose and approached Shannon. "Push your hip out more and spread your feet more," Annie instructed. Craig smiled as Shannon adjusted her pose. "Let's try another one. Do this pose," Annie ordered as she backed away from Shannon. Annie stood sideways and jutted her ass out. As she had done, Shannon posed the same way. "Not really... Look in the mirror, then at me," commented Annie. Shannon did as Annie asked, then looked up at Annie puzzled. "You need to tilt your hips... Like this," Annie demonstrated. "I did," Shannon answered. "No, you just pushed your butt out. I know something that helped me a lot. It will help you see your hips tilt. Bend over," Annie instructed. As Shannon bent, Annie reached to her desk and picked up a new pencil. As she turned back to Shannon, Shannon jumped up and turned to face Annie. "What are you gonna do?" she gasped. "Put this in your butt," Annie answered. "It helps a lot. I know because it helped me. It doesn't hurt or anything. Just bend over," Annie lied. "I know it doesn't hurt. My mother takes my temperature that way sometimes. I hate it though. I don't wanna do that," Shannon pleaded. "Oh... OK. I thought you wanted to learn how to pose. No problem. If you don't want to it's OK. We may as well stop then and forget modeling. If you can't pose right you can't model," blackmailed Annie. After a brief pause, Shannon muttered, "OK," then turned and bent over. Craig's jaw dropped and his cock stiffened even more, if that was possible, as Annie lined up the pencil and pushed it into Shannon's ass, stopping when the pencil was about halfway in. "OK, stand up and turn sideways and turn your head so you can see in the mirror," Annie instructed. Shannon did as she was told. The pencil protruded from her ass, clearly visible in the mirror. "Now tilt your hips so the pencil moves up and down," Annie continued. "Good! Now watch your stomach as you tilt your hips so your butt pushes in. See how your stomach flattens? That's what you need to do when being photographed from the front." "OK. I guess I can do that," Shannon muttered. "Craig, the pencil is slipping out. Can you push it back in?" Annie requested. Craig tentatively reached out, put his finger on the end of the pencil, and slowly pushed. Shannon looked at him and giggled. "Shannon, try pushing your butt out by tilting your hips now. It kinda makes your butt look sexier," Annie instructed. "Yeah," Shannon commented. By this time she had relaxed and noticed the attention she was getting from Craig. It was a bit embarrassing being naked in front of him, but she liked it anyway. "Shannon, bend over. Craig, pull the pencil out and we'll try posing without it," Annie ordered. Shannon couldn't help but smile as she bent over and felt Craig pulling the pencil from her. Craig smiled as well. A naked girl was bending over giving him a view of not only her ass, but her pussy poking out between her legs. "Want me to pose with her?" he offered, not caring about posing, but wanting to do something sexual and relieve his raging hardon. Shannon looked at Annie and nodded. "Sure, if you want," Annie answered. Craig stood up, but instead of going to Shannon to pose, began taking off his clothes, much to the delight of both girls. His underwear dropped to expose a hard, skyward pointing, stiff cock. He stepped up to Shannon's back, put his hands on her hips, and pulled her body into the erection now sandwiched between them, making her giggle. Annie walked up to Shannon and whispered, "Want some boob growing stuff?", realizing Craig's condition. "Um... I don't want him in my mouth," Shannon whispered back. "He can put it in your... um... where your panties cover," Annie suggested in a whisper. Annie then whispered to Craig, "Wanna do her butt?" and Craig nodded. She then went back to Shannon. "He can put it in your butt. It will be like getting a shot." Shannon thought for a moment, then nodded. "Climb up on the bed on your hands and knees." Shannon was nervous, but did as Annie asked. Craig, knowing what was happening, climbed up on the bed and stood on his knees behind her. Seeing she was small, he requested, "Instead of your hands, use your elbows and knees." Shannon lowered to her elbows, changing the angle of her butt and giving Craig better access to his target. He grabbed his stiff cock, aimed it at her rosebud, and pushed forward. "He's not gonna fit!" Shannon gasped as she felt the pressure on her asshole. "Yeah he will. Craig, wait a minute," Annie answered as she rushed out of the room. She quickly returned and handed Craig a jar of petroleum jelly. "Put this on her and put some on you too. You'll go in easier." He took a gob of the jelly and rubbed in on Shannon's asshole, making her giggle. Annie moved to the bed and kneeling, bent down and whispered to Shannon. "He'll fit. His thing is no bigger than your poop. Just relax and let him in." Craig, once his cock was greased up, again aimed and pushed, this time slipping in. "It hurts!" Shannon gasped softly to Annie. "Shots hurt too. Just let him squirt, then it will be over," Annie encouraged. Shannon's eyes squeezed closed as Craig began pumping his cock into her ass. After a moment she seemed to start to relax. "Is it getting easier?" asked Annie and Shannon nodded. "I'm gonna cum!" Craig exclaimed as he pounded into the girl's tender ass. His movements became erratic, telling Annie he was shooting his boob growing substance into Shannon. "It's getting more slippery," Shannon observed. Craig continued jamming his cock into her body a few more times, then slowed to a stop. Annie knew he would be pulling out soon. "When he pulls out, squeeze tight so his stuff stays in," she whispered to Shannon. Almost as on cue, Craig backed away from Shannon. His cock, now soft, flopped down. "Hold it in. It will make your boobs grow," Annie whispered as Shannon rose up. Shannon's hand moved to her ass checking it, not knowing what to expect. "It kinda hurt, but not that bad, I guess," she muttered. Shannon looked over her shoulder and giggled when she saw the shrunken member drooping between Craig's legs. "It got smaller and droopy." "That's what happens to boys after," Annie told her, trying to sound knowledgeable. Chapter 15 Annie leaned over and whispered to Craig, "Go to the bathroom and wash your thing. I want you in me." Craig immediately left the room. "Where's he going?" Shannon asked. "He just had to go to the bathroom," excused Annie. "He went out there naked?" questioned Shannon. "Sure. Why not? We're the only ones here and it's no big deal if we see each other naked, right?" Annie admonished. Shannon just shrugged. Craig came back in and she noticed his cock was stiff again. "He's sticking up again," she softly giggled to Annie. "Are we gonna pose some more?" "You had a break. Now I need one," Annie smiled. "Come here, boy," Annie giggled. He walked over to the bed where Annie and Shannon were now laying. Annie scooted over toward the middle of the bed, giving Craig a place next to her. He began kissing her and the two seemed to get into it, even though Shannon was next to them. At first Shannon tried to ignore them, feeling rather awkward. As their passions grew, she began glancing over at them. They were ignoring the fact she was right there on the bed with them. Craig's hands began roving over Annie's body, to her breasts and even between her legs. Shannon expected Annie to stop him or at least protest, but she did neither. Instead her hands went between his legs. Shannon began watching them more closely and they didn't seem to mind. She was both shocked and fascinated when Craig rolled over on top of Annie and her legs parted, allowing him to settle between them. "Push over," Annie muttered to her. Shannon scooted over to the edge of the bed and onto her side, facing them. "Thanks," Annie smiled. To Shannon it was as if they wanted her to watch. Her jaw dropped when Craig lifted up, Annie's hand went down between them, and she grabbed his cock, obviously aiming it at her pussy. Craig then lowered back down and Shannon watched his cock sink into Annie's pussy! She expected Annie to protest again, feeling that it must have hurt to have him do that to her, but she almost seemed to purr as she was impaled. Annie's knees bent and her legs splayed more. From her position Shannon could actually see Craig's stiff cock going into Annie as he lifted, then pushed back down. Naturally she knew what they were doing, but she didn't expect it would be as pleasurable as Annie seemed to react. The pace they were fucking at appeared to be increasing. Annie was being jarred every time he pushed down and into her. Her hands were on his bare ass, almost pushing him into her. Craig suddenly pushed into her hard and moaned. Annie gripped him, holding him tightly against her. His ass almost seemed to vibrate, pause, then vibrate again. Shannon was fascinated. Sex had always scared her, but Annie seemed to relish it. She certainly didn't act like it was something she "had to do", like a duty. Slowly the couple stopped moving and Craig rolled off of her and onto his back. Shannon's jaw dropped when she saw his cock. It was now smaller, shinny, and just hanging down between his legs loosely. "Move. I gotta go to the bathroom," Annie mumbled as she nudged Shannon. Shannon stood and Annie rushed past her and out the door. She sat back down on the bed and stared at Craig's crotch. She couldn't believe the change in him. Shannon wanted to touch his cock, feel it, but was far too shy too, so just studied it with her eyes. Annie walked back in the room without Shannon noticing as she had left the door open. It made her smile seeing Shannon studying Craig's cock and balls. "Go ahead, touch it. He won't mind, will you, Craig." "Nope. Be my guest," Craig invited. Shannon shook her head. "I know you want to," Annie stated as she walked over to the bed and climbed on beside Craig. She reached over him, took Shannon's hand and, with little resistance, placed the hand on Craig's wilted cock. At first Shannon didn't move, but then began exploring. "It feels weird. Why is it limp?" "It's what happens to boys after they squirt. Didn't I tell you that? If you play with it, it will get hard again," offered Annie. "Doesn't it hurt doing what you did?" Shannon questioned Annie. "Sometimes it does, but only the first time. After that it feels great! Sometimes it doesn't hurt at all. I didn't feel any hurt my first time. Try it and see," suggested Annie. "It's getting stiff again!" Shannon exclaimed, ignoring Annie's suggestion for now. Shannon was fascinated as Craig's cock hardened and grew in her hand. "How do you do that?" she questioned Craig. "It just does it by itself," he answered, somewhat amazed by her question. "Ya wanna make him squirt again?" Annie asked, sensing Craig's irritation. Shannon, of course, nodded enthusiastically. "OK. We'll use our mouths. You start. When he squirts, you take some of his stuff, then sit up and I'll take some, OK?" Annie suggested. Shannon, also sensing Craig's irritation, nodded. She looked down at the now rigid cock in her hand. Hoping to redeem herself after realizing how dumb her question was, Shannon leaned down, opened her mouth, and let his cock slip in. She tried to remember everything from when she did it before, although she noticed a slightly different taste this time. Craig, at first, stayed still, but then pushed his hips up, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth and causing her to gag slightly. Shannon backed off and instead wrapped her hand around his cock again. "Put it in your mouth," Annie ordered. Again Shannon lowered, but kept her hand around his cock. She discovered when he pushed up, her hand stopped him from pushing further into her mouth and, instead, pushed her head up, which was much better for her. Craig's breathing became deeper. His eyes closed. Soft sounds were emitting from his mouth. Suddenly he sucked in a lung full of air and held it. Annie watched as Shannon's throat began moving and could tell Craig was climaxing. Shannon swallowed a few times, then chocked and sat up. Annie immediately leaned down, taking his cock into her mouth, but not before a rope of cum shot out hitting Shannon's chest. Annie's mouth filled with his boob growing serum, which she naturally swallowed. He only squirted a few more times before he settled back down and she felt his cock shrinking again. After pausing, Annie reluctantly allowed his spent cock to fall out of her mouth and she sat up. "You missed some," she giggled as she pointed to Shannon's nipple. Shannon looked down and saw a dollop of cum almost directly on her nipple. It made her giggle as she scooped it up with her finger and popped the finger into her mouth. "I hope it works fast," she smiled. "I gotta get going," Craig stated after looking at the clock. He climbed out of the bed and grabbed his clothes. "Milo told me he needed me next Monday. I don't know if it is just me or someone else. Did he say anything to you?" he asked as he was dressing. "Yeah, he asked me to model. I guess we're modeling together again," Annie smiled. "Do you think he'd let me watch again?" Shannon questioned. "I don't know, but I'll ask if you want," offered Annie, to which Shannon nodded enthusiastically with a big grin. By this time Craig was dressed. "Wanna walk him to the door?" Annie asked Shannon. "Sure, let me dress," she answered. "Don't bother, just come," Annie replied as she got up from the bed. "Naked?" Shannon gasped. "Sure, why not? You can't still be shy about him seeing, are you?" Annie almost scolded. "OK," Shannon blushed as she stood up, embarrassed about walking to the door nude. Annie was doing it though and Shannon didn't want to be the odd one. The three walked to the door and, after kissing Annie, Craig left. Annie turned to Shannon, reached out, and felt her chest. "I think his stuff is working already. Your boobs seem puffier." "Really!" Shannon beamed. Chapter 16 Annie asked Milo about Shannon watching again and he said it depended on Craig. Of course Annie knew what his response would be, so told Shannon she could watch. Shannon was thrilled. Monday came and Annie and Shannon met Craig outside and the three walked to Milo's studio. He asked Craig, "Do you mind her watching? You know what to expect..." warning Craig it would be "business as usual" and he would be expected to do the usual things. "I don't mind. If she wants to model she has to know what is expected," Craig replied. Milo hesitated, then invited the three in. "You'll probably need a relaxing pill, Craig. You OK with that?" Milo checked and Craig nodded. "OK, I'll go get one." "Shannon, go sit in back where you were before and don't ask or say anything. We'll be working and Milo might get mad if you interrupt," Annie told Shannon. Shannon took a seat where she had before. Milo returned and asked Craig if he was ready. Shannon's eyes opened wide as Craig undid his pants, pushed them down along with his underwear revealing an erection, and bent over. Her jaw dropped and she held her breath to stop from gasping as Milo pushed his injector into Craig's asshole, then pushed a plunger before pulling it back out. He asked Annie if she needed one and she shook her head. He then called Annie and Craig over to the tables where the clothes were and explained what they would be modeling. "Craig, you'll need your cup. Annie, it will be better if you take off your panties so there are no lines because some of the things are tight. You won't need the C-string as nothing is see-through. Let's get ready," Milo stated before walking to his camera and checked the settings. Shannon was surprised by what Milo had told them. She knew both had seen the other naked, but that was private and she also knew Milo had seen Annie naked too, but both seeing Annie getting naked together seemed a lot different. Both Annie and Craig began undressing together. Annie ended up wearing only a sports bra and Craig took off all his clothes, then put on what Shannon thought was a thong for boys. She also noticed his cock had shrunk down and was now limp. The two models began putting on their outfits, Milo would adjust them, seemingly touching their whole bodies, then taking his pictures. Once done the two would strip down again, together, and put on another outfit. On the fourth outfit, Milo stated, "Annie, your bra straps are showing. You need to take it off." Annie pulled the top off, then took her bra off, exposing her breasts for all to see, then put the top back on. From then on in, when they changed, Annie was completely naked. Shannon was amazed at first, then assumed it was normal procedure. She was still surprised Annie acted like it was no big deal to be naked in front of both Milo and Craig. She wasn't sure how she would feel about doing that if she modeled. It was one thing when Craig, Annie, and she got naked together, but Annie was the only one getting naked now. After an hour they took a break. Both took off the clothes they were modeling, then walked to where Shannon was sitting and Annie sat down. Annie was completely naked and Craig had on only his thong thing. Craig dropped his thong thing, rubbed his package, then sat down next to Annie. "You don't mind getting naked in front of everyone?" Shannon whispered to Annie. "It's part of modeling, stupid. You'll have to do it if you model too," she scowled. Before Shannon could say anything, Milo called the two back and they resumed modeling. After another hour and a half they finished for the day. Shannon was surprised when Craig took off his thong thing, completely getting naked, then dressed and Annie dressed without putting on her panties and bra. "What are you guys going to do now?" Shannon asked as they were leaving Milo's. "We're going to my place for a while. Craig's bus doesn't leave for another hour," Annie replied. "Can I come?" asked Shannon. Annie and Craig whispered to each other a bit before Annie replied. "You can come under one condition. You have been watching us naked all day. If we let you come with us, you have to get naked as soon as you get in the door; right at the door too." Shannon thought for a moment. Both had already seen her naked and she did some sex things with them, most of which she liked. "OK..." she agreed. As soon as they were at Annie's and the door was closed, they kicked off their shoes. Shannon started to pull up her top, then stopped because the other two were just watching. "Are you guys gonna get undressed too?" Shannon questioned. Annie nodded, but neither moved. "When?" Shannon asked. "Once you are and we go into my room," Annie smirked. "Why can't I wait until we're in your room too? Why do I have to get naked here?" Shannon argued. "We told you, you have to strip right here. Either you do it or, if you don't want to, just leave," Annie stipulated. Shannon hesitated for a bit, then sighed and pulled off her top. Again she paused, then her shorts dropped. "Can I keep my panties until we go in your room?" she bargained, but Annie shook her head. Shannon glared at her, then her face reddened as her panties fell to her feet. "OK now?" she blurted. "Yes. Put your hands at your sides. You watched today, so you know you have to get naked to model. This is good practice, that is if you still want to model," Annie challenged. "I do!" Shannon snapped as her arms fell to her sides. Craig and Annie just looked at her for a bit, making her feel very uneasy, before Annie turned, took Craig's hand, and headed toward her room. Shannon followed. Annie closed the door, then pulled her top off, baring her upper body. Craig reached for his tee, but Annie stopped him. "Wait." Craig settled back up as Annie's shorts dropped, making her naked now too. She reached out and lifted Craig's tee. His arms went up, but he had to bend so Annie could get his tee off. Her hands then went to his jeans. She got the button undone, then lowered his zipper. "You gonna help me strip him?" Annie giggled, looking over at Shannon, as Annie lowered his jeans. A big smile formed on Shannon's face as she stepped toward Craig. He stepped out of his jeans and Annie picked them up and put them on top of her clothes on her chair. "Well?" she grinned at Shannon, pointing to his underwear. Shannon giggled as her hands went to his waistband. Slowly, as if still not sure, she began to push his underwear down. He didn't move as she exposed his still limp cock and balls. As Annie had done, she let his underwear drop and, as he stepped out of the garment, she picked it up and placed it on top of his jeans. Her eyes stayed glued on his boyhood. "Make him hard," Annie ordered. Shannon looked at her puzzled. "Take him in your mouth and make him hard, but don't make him squirt you. Stop as soon as he gets hard," she explained. Shannon giggled and started to bend down. "No. Kneel down in front of him, then do it," Annie instructed. Annie watched with glee as Shannon knelt down, opened her mouth, and guided Craig's soft cock into it. She knew it would take a bit to get him hard as the pill wore off. Shannon thought it felt strange to have a soft cock in her mouth. It felt squishy, far different than it had before. "It's not working," she muttered after a few minutes. "Let me help," Annie offered. Shannon let the still soft cock drop from her mouth as she leaned away from him. "No, you keep sucking. Craig, open your legs," Annie ordered. Craig parted his legs and Shannon leaned forward again, taking his cock. Annie moved behind Craig, then reached through his legs and began playing with his balls. "He's getting harder," Shannon announced. "Keep sucking him," Annie told her. She then moved to Shannon's side, leaned down, and whispered into her ear, "Want to watch me again? You can have a turn after." Shannon backed away from Craig's now hard cock and nodded. Annie took Craig's hand and led him to her bed, which she sprawled onto on her back. Her legs opened wide and Craig settled between them. Shannon, now standing at the foot of the bed, could see not only his bare ass, but, with his legs parted slightly, could see his ball sack hanging just above Annie's shiny pussy. His cock, stiffly jutting along his belly, was out of her view, until Annie reached down, Craig rose up, and Annie bent his cock down aiming it at her gaping pussy. Slowly he lowered down, making Shannon's eyes widen, as his cock slipped into Annie's body. He began sawing his cock in and out of her as his ass started rising and lowering. Annie's legs almost flattened onto the mattress, giving Shannon an unobstructed view of her friend getting fucked. His cock seemed to effortlessly sink into her and she showed no sign of any discomfort. It made Shannon's pussy tingle. Their pace quickened as Shannon watched. Soft, guttural sounds came from both of them. The tingling in Shannon's pussy was growing. She wanted to touch herself, but was too shy to do that in front of the other two, even though they probably wouldn't have noticed. Neither was paying any attention to her. Even so, Shannon was painfully aware of that "itch" between her legs. A grunt came from Craig as he pushed hard into Annie. "Yesss!" she hissed. Shannon watched his ass flex and he held it for a moment, before ramming hard again. Annie seemed to push up, but was slammed back down by Craig. Slowly both came to a stop before Craig rolled off of her. Shannon could see Craig's white cum start to dribble from between Annie's still outstretched legs. The two stayed still for a minute or two, before Annie stood up. "I gotta go to the bathroom," she muttered as she left the room. Craig remained on his back with his legs parted some. Shannon stared at his once again deflated cock, wondering if it would fit into her. "You gonna try?" Annie asked as she came back.

Annie Loses It A First Time By Stevesaint     Buff, deeply tanned, muscled...and he looks hot in those tight red Speedos that show so, so much!  I can’t keep staring at him or I’ll surely lose it.  Like many days this summer, I’m sunning with my best friend Beth out by the pool.  We live in a multi-building apartment complex, the pool available to all residents.  Beth and I just turned 15 and we’ll be entering our sophomore year.  We’ve been friends ever since we were little kids.  “He” is Jerry, another resident of the complex.  We hear he’s a computer engineer or something.  Jerry is in his mid-twenties, married with a toddler daughter.  He may work with computers, but he’s no geek, that’s for sure.  What a hunk!  Blond, curly hair and a smile that could light up the night...and that body!   Beth baby-sits Jerry’s little girl every once in a while, always full of tales the next day on how he “looked at her” and how “his wife’s a bitch,” though I think the former is wishful thinking and the latter is jealousy.   Let me make it clear, Beth and I are far from the hottest girls in school...pretty average, I would say.  She’s a bit on the chunky side, and my mom says I’m too skinny.  Boys don’t usually drool over us, and really, I’m sure Jerry doesn’t drool over Beth.   “Oh, God...he’s coming over here!”  Beth whispers to me, fidgeting with adjusting the straps of her two-piece.    I can’t help but stare at Jerry as he approaches.  These tingly feelings are all over my body every time I see him.  I start ‘adjusting’ my bikini too.   “Hi Beth,” he says when he nears.  He looks at me for a second, smiles and nods in acknowledgement of my presence, though he doesn’t know me.  I’m melting!   “Could you baby-sit for us next Saturday night?”   Beth dejectedly answers, “That weekend we’re, like, going to visit my grandparents, so I won’t be home.”   When he asks “What about your friend here?” I almost died.  Beth looks at me and makes a little ‘it’s-up-to-you’ sideways gesture with her head.    I can barely speak.  “I...ah...I...my name is...Annie, and I’ll...ah...I’ll...I’d be glad...to sit for you.”   “That’s great!  Annie...why don’t we take a walk over to my apartment and meet my daughter...her name is Ann, too.”   “Sure,” I mumble, but freeze when he offers his hand to help me up from the big towel we’re on.   He looks at me kinda funny, before I take his hand.  As he helps me to my feet, the tingly feelings are back big time.  Can he see the effect he’s having on me?   As we walk to his apartment building, our small talk is about school and computers.  He seems interested in my level of computer knowledge and how I use them in school and at home.  Sneaking quick glances at his tight, muscular butt cheeks move in his Speedos and the bulge in the front of them, I can hardly concentrate on the conversation.  When we reach his place, his wife and daughter are outside by the car, appearing to be going somewhere.  He introduces me to his wife—her name is Sheryl, “with an S”—and little Ann while she’s being strapped into her car seat.  As I lean into the back seat and chat up a rambunctious, yet friendly Ann, I hear Jerry and Sheryl talking about me babysitting for them.    I’m aghast when I overhear Sheryl say “Can she be reliable taking care of Ann when she can’t even take care of her own grooming? ...God, just LOOK at that hair sprouting out around her crotch.”   I glance over at them, just as Jerry frowns and gives me a ‘what-can-I-say’ shrug, and Sheryl darts toward the car to drive away.  He must certainly see the hurt look on my face.  I know my hair is dark, and I know a little bit shows around the crotch of my suit, but she made me sound like a hairy ape, or something.   “I apologize for my wife, Annie...she flies into jealous fits whenever she sees me with another woman, especially near the pool...she’ll be okay.”    “Do you think I’m too hairy down there?”  Jeez, did I just ask a man to judge my groin?  (But he DID call me a ‘woman,’ didn’t he?)   Jerry nods his head toward his back stoop.  “Why don’t we sit down and talk about it...if you’re not too embarrassed, I mean.”   I was embarrassed, but my attraction to him overcame any desire to simply turn and run.   “You know, I’ve been getting rid of my body hair for a long time...since I was a teenager myself,” he says, while making a sweeping motion with his hand to indicate his body head-to-toe.  He looks away, and blushing a deep red, continues, “Have you ever spoken with your mother...or an older sister...or somebody about bikini waxing or something like that?”  His voice falters, and then quickly adds, “I’m sorry...maybe a man shouldn’t be talking to you about something personal like this...and here we are...we just met...”   “That’s okay, I guess...like, my mother would never talk to me about something like that...and if I asked her, she’d, like, think it was about sex and boys...God, I’d never...it was tough enough getting her to let me shave my legs and armpits.”  I take a deep breath, and then continue, “And I don’t have a sister to talk to either...”   Holy shit!  He’s blushing an even deeper red now!  He says, “Would it be okay if I helped you?”  He must have seen a look of shock cross my face, as he quickly adds, “I mean, it’d just be advice and some hints, that’s all...I won’t make a pass at you or touch you or anything.”  He looks down and mutters, “Ah shit, I sound like some pervert with a line, trying to get into a girl’s pants.”  Looking back at me, he says, “I’m sorry...why don’t we just forget this whole conversation ever happened...and be friends,” extending a hand for a shake.   His smile is mesmerizing.  I smile back and shake his hand.  “Naw, I understand you’re trying to help me...’cause of what your wife said and all...and I could use some help in getting rid of some of that hair...if it really looks ugly to you.”   “No...No, Annie, it’s not ugly...it’s just that some people don’t like the sight of a lot of body hair...hell, maybe that’s why Sheryl married me.”  He laughs, and again makes that sweeping motion over his body.   I doubt it.   “Is it hard to, like, get rid of the hair?  Do you shave you’re whole body?”  Curious, I had many questions, but these would do for now.   “I shave some parts, and I use a cream in some...er...delicate...places to get rid of the rest.”   I chuckle, “By ‘delicate’ I guess you mean ‘down there’?”   He smiles and blushes again.  “Yeah, I don’t have any hair down there.”   “How does it feel?”   “At first it’s a little itchy, but then it’s okay...in fact it can help getting you and your partner hornier—.”   He breaks off, and then says, “Sorry, I forgot who I’m talking to for a second—shit, ‘partner’—I’m sorry.”  He blushes and looks away in embarrassment.   He’s talking about SEX!  My virgin imagination tries to form a picture of Jerry making it with his wife, but I have no reference point to start with, just the sight of him in his Speedos.  “I’ve got to go now...but maybe after I baby-sit for you guys, we can talk about how I can get rid of my hair down there...okay?”   He stands up and offers his hand to help me up like he did by the pool.  His ‘bulge’ is right there in front of me!  I try not to stare, but when his hand touches mine, the tingly feelings are back and I feel like I just peed myself!   When I’m on my feet, he says, “We’ll see you next Saturday...around 7...okay?”   I agree, and begin to walk home.  I both hope and dread that he’s ogling my butt as I walk away from him.  That night I had some pretty wild, teenaged dreams of Jerry and me naked.  I awoke to sweat-soaked sheets.      The babysitting was a breeze.  Little Ann was a darling all evening, and went to bed without any complaining.  When they got home, I could tell Jerry and Sheryl had been drinking quite a bit, both a little unsteady on their feet and a little...oh, I guess giggly would be the right word.  After briefing them on the uneventful evening, Sheryl gives me more money than I expect, though she quickly grows cold when Jerry offers to walk me home.  While on the way to my apartment, Jerry asks me if I wanted to come back the following afternoon so he can show me how to ‘clean up’ (his words) my body hair.  He’s being sweet...he doesn’t try to touch me or anything...so I say yes, since I desperately want two things—to be ‘clean’ down there, and to just be near him again.   After coming home from church with my Mom, I throw on some sweatpants and a tank top and walk over to Jerry’s apartment.  All night I wondered if Sheryl would be home, and if she were how she would react to Jerry ‘helping’ me.   I presumed she wouldn’t be there.  I presumed right.  As he ushers me into their apartment, Jerry tells me that Sheryl and Ann were gone for the day, visiting Sheryl’s mom and dad.    “The in-law scene isn’t my favorite,” he says by way of excusing his not going.  After offering me a Coke, we walk to the master bathroom, where he takes some tubes and bottles and other stuff from the medicine cabinet.  I, Jerry, and his handful of stuff go back to the kitchen table.  He spreads the containers out on the tabletop, but is having difficulty trying to figure out how to explain their usage to me.   “I...ah...use this as a shaving gel...for my pubic...ah...area...it works good on sensitive...skin...” showing one can to me.  Lifting a plastic bottle, he babbles, “I use this cream...it’s made for men...but I think it’s really the same as what women use...to wipe away the stubble...it lasts quite a long time between applications.”  He’s blushing again.  “Shit, I sound like a damned commercial, don’t I?”  Without giving me a chance to respond, he mutters, “Dammit, I know how to use this crap on me...but how can I even begin to describe how you would use it?”   “You could show me for real.”  (WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SAY?)   He looks at me in surprise, then stammers, “I...can’t...I...I’m not going to...I can’t touch you...it wouldn’t be right...”   “Just help me get clean...get rid of the hair down there.”  I ask him, adding, “As long as you don’t try anything, it’ll be okay...please?”   He makes more sweet blushing promises not to “make a pass” or try anything “stupid” with me.  He gathers up everything from the table and we head back to the bathroom.  I’m breathing heavily, feeling like I’m going to pass out—I can’t believe I’m about to take my pants off in front of a man for the first time!  I can hardly stand still as he gets a razor and some scissors from the cabinet, and begins to arrange the various bottles, cans, and tubes around the basin edge.  He’s trying not to look at me.  (HE’S AS NERVOUS AND EXCITED ABOUT THIS AS I AM!)  When he finally looks my way again, I know it’s now or never, and I lower my sweatpants to the floor and kick them off.  He is breathing a little funny too, and a very noticeable protrusion is forming at the front of his jeans.  Wow!  I close my eyes and lower my panties to the floor, and kick them over near my sweats.  He mumbles for me to sit on the toilet seat cover, which is pretty plush and not cold, thank you.   “I’ll have to use the scissors to trim the longer hairs a bit...before I can...ah...shave...your...I mean, you.”  He mutters, picking up the can of shaving gel he showed me earlier.   He gets to his knees before me, but then hesitates, saying, “Ah...Annie...you’ll have to spread your legs more so...I can...I can...do this.”   I CAN’T, a voice in my head cries, but I slowly open them for him.  He first clips my pubic hair with the scissors, leaving it short and stubbly.  Squirting some of the gel into the palm of his hand, he moves to spread it on me, but stops and looks up at my face.   “Are you sure, hon?”  (DID HE JUST CALL ME ‘HON’?)  I nod ‘yes’ and anticipate his touch.   He slowly massages the foamy gel into my pubic area.  I must have made a noise when he begins, since he stops momentarily and gazes into my eyes again.    A man is touching me!  I feel hot and prickly all over, especially between my thighs.  He shaves most of the area with a disposable razor, making slow, measured strokes so as not to nick me.  I watch beads of perspiration trickle from his forehead as he concentrates on his task, probably trying not to think about having a young, naked girl’s legs open before him.   When done, he takes a towel and tenderly wipes off the excess gel-foam.  “How’s that?”  He asks, admiring his work (or is he admiring ME?) before looking up again.  “That didn’t hurt, did it?” He says, with a magnificent smile, and a hand resting on my thigh.  I look down, hardly able to breathe, (HIS HAND!) amazed by the sight of my pink pubic mound.   “I’ll have to clean up around your...ah...your...ah...labia...with the hair removal cream, and you’ll be...all set.”   He spreads some of the white liquid around my opening and in my crotch.  When his fingers brush the fleshy folds down there, I panic since all of a sudden I feel very wet...did I pee?  He MUST have felt me flinch, but doesn’t seem to react to it, continuing to rub the cream on me.   “We’ll have to wait a few minutes for the stuff to work, and then I’ll clean it off and...you’ll be as bald as when you were a little girl.” He chuckles.  “Even though this stuff says it’s for men, I think it’s no different than the stuff they make for women.  I’ll give you the rest of this bottle when we’re done.”   Does he know what I’m going through, waiting like this?  My body is hot, every nerve ending tingling, especially in the cleft between my legs.  I can actually feel juices dribbling down the crack of my butt.  I’m breathing only in little gasps.  I read a story once where this woman got “aroused” before sex.  Am I aroused?   Without saying a word, Jerry dampens a washcloth and begins wiping in gentle strokes the cream from my crotch.  When the cloth rubs those little folds of skin (HE CALLED THEM LABIA!) down there, I can’t help but squirm...it’s driving me crazy!  When our eyes meet, I KNOW he knows what he’s doing to me.  I see the bulge in the front of his jeans is as big as ever...my naked, wet pubic area—now hairless and easy to see—is doing something to him, too.   “There, sweetheart.  Why don’t I get out of here and let you jump in the shower to clean up down there...just don’t use soap or rub too much, it’ll sting if you do.”  With one more smile, he puts some of the stuff back into the medicine cabinet, and steps out, closing the door behind him.   I sit there for a moment, stunned by the thought of what just happened.  (HE CALLED ME ‘SWEETHEART’!)  My whole body is still hot and shivering from his touch.  (AROUSED!?)  When I stand, I look down and examine my groin, amazed at my newly hairless pubic mound (“YOU’LL BE AS BALD AS WHEN YOU WERE A LITTLE GIRL”) and my (LABIA—I LEARNED IN SCHOOL, IN LATIN IT MEANS ‘LIPS’) ...lips...yeah, they do look something like lips...though they are a lot more swollen looking than any lips I’ve ever seen.  Were they always puffy and extending like they are now, or is it because of being aroused?  I strip off my top and bra and get into the shower to rinse off, spellbound by the sensation of water spraying against hairless skin.   I dress and exit the bathroom.  Jerry is waiting back in the kitchen.  He offers me another Coke.   “Feeling okay?”   I nod my head, but I know why he asked—I’m having a hard time looking at him.   He says, “I want to make sure you’re okay with what just happened...I mean...a man touching you like I did.  Are you sure you’re okay with it?”   “Yeah...of course...it feels real good not having hair down there.”  I give him a reassuring smile.   “Don’t run off.  Why don’t you turn on the TV in the living room while I clean up the bathroom and take a quick shower myself?  After, we’ll talk for a bit...okay?  You don’t have to leave just yet do you?”   I assure him that I don’t.   In a few minutes I hear the shower running, but also hear a couple of funny grunting noises.  Is that him?  Is he all right?  I tiptoe over to the bathroom door, surprised to find it slightly ajar.  Peeking inside, I see his silhouette through the smoked-glass shower door.  I see the silhouette of his penis sticking almost straight up.  He starts rubbing it with his hand, all the while making those grunting noises, until suddenly he moans, throws his head back somewhat, and his penis twitches, spraying something toward the front of shower stall.  I’m aroused again—the silhouette of his penis looks much bigger than I imagined—I feel the wetness one more time in my crotch.  When I finally coax my legs to walk, I dart back to the sofa, my mind a jumble of thoughts and images (HE WAS AROUSED, TOO ...HE WAS ‘MASTURBATING’! ...HE WAS THINKING OF ME WHEN HE RUBBED IT ...SKINNY LITTLE ANNIE DID THAT TO HIM!), and my body feeling as hot as ever.   We talk for a while, mostly about computers, until it was time for me to go home.  He seems more relaxed now than he’d been at any time since I came over.  Rubbing his penis in the shower must have done that.    At night before putting on my pajamas, I stand naked before the dresser mirror and admire my “new” body.  He’s right; I haven’t looked like this down there since I was a little girl.  I run a palm over my pubic mound, relishing the feel of its naked softness.  The “lips” were still puffy as I touch them with my fingertips.  I have this image in my head of Jerry touching me down there, stroking his fingers between the folds of skin, then I remember the silhouette-shadow image of his penis... and a hot tension, much stronger than the prickly sensations I had before, grips my body.  My fingers become his fingers, then my fingers become his penis, pushing deeper into me.  A convulsion runs through my midsection as I stumble on wobbly legs and fall onto my bed.  As the spasm ends, a wave of pleasure...a release, I guess...comes over me, my fingers pulling away from my vagina very wet and slippery-like, and a low moan escaping from my mouth.  I’ve never felt so good.  (MASTURBATION!  I THINK I HAD AN “ORGASM” I HEAR ALL THE GIRLS TALK ABOUT...WAS THAT WHAT JUST HAPPENED?  IS THAT HOW GOOD YOU FEEL WHEN YOU HAVE SEX? ...)   My dreams that night were all about Jerry, and...      The following Sunday out by the pool, Beth surprises me by saying, “I think Jerry is hot for your bod, Annie.”  I look at her in puzzlement, waiting for an explanation.   “He asked me to baby-sit in a couple of weeks, but he kinda, like, looked disappointed when I said yes.”  She giggles a bit.  “Then he asked me how you were.”  Shaking her head slightly, she adds, “I tell you, he’s got the hots for your ass, girl...I just wish he looked like that when he was talking about ME.”   Part of me is frightened by what she just said.  Does he want me?  Yet another part of me wants to be with him again, the memory of seeing him through the shower door fueling my imagination.  I just hope Beth doesn’t catch on about what we did in his apartment, and the effect it’s had on me since.   “No...No,” I protest, “He was very nice to me when I baby-sat...I don’t think he looks at me that way at all.”  (THE SWEAT POURING FROM HIS FOREHEAD WHEN HE TOUCHED ME—HE MASTURBATED THINKING OF ME!)   Beth’s face bears a wistful look when she says, “For once, I’d like to see what’s in those Speedos of his...I’d let him touch me any way he wanted to.”   (HIS REALLY BIG LOOKING PENIS SILHOUETTED IN THE SHOWER DOOR GLASS!)  “Forget it, Bethie girl, why would he want to do it with us anyway?  His wife has much bigger boobs than we do...and she’s very pretty.”  (AND COLD, AND JEALOUS, AND...)   The conversation, lying there on our towels by the pool, turns to many other subjects, you know, like school and boys...and TV and boys...and boys.  That is, until Jerry comes into the pool area carrying little Ann.  When our eyes meet, I know he’s having a hard time losing the memory of that day he shaved me, just as I am.   Beth whispers to me, as Jerry and Ann approach, “Annie girl, just LOOK at that cock of his stretch the front of his Speedos...God, I bet he’s HUGE!”  When I glance at her, she has the same breathless, flushed look I must have when I look at him.   His shadow (ERECTION!) on the shower door is all I’m thinking about right now.  I feel the wetness again between my legs.  I hope my bikini bottoms don’t show a big wet spot when I stand up.   “Say hi to your friends, Ann.”  Jerry smiles at Beth and me, then waves Ann’s little chubby hand for her.  A little squeaky “Hi” comes from Ann as he sets her down.   “I’ve got to keep a close eye on her here by the pool.  Will you two be my ‘emergency backup watchers’ in case I get distracted?”    When he said “distracted” he was looking right into my eyes!  Omigod, the tinglies are back big time...Beth is right!   “Can we sit here next to you guys?”  He asks, but even before we answer he’s spreading a towel beside me, and sits down.   Ann fidgets around Beth a short while, before “playing” with me.  Suddenly, she grabs my top and pulls it down a bit, exposing one of my breasts.  Before I can cover back up, Jerry reaches over and pulls the strap up to help me.  I look at him and he’s looking back at me.  I know he saw my breast, and the look in his eyes speaks volumes.   I don’t know if Beth does it on purpose or what, but just then she says she has to run home for a few minutes, but will be right back.   “How have you been, Annie?”  He asks, “Are you okay down there, not too itchy, is it?”   “Ah...a little bit...but it feels real nice.  Thanks for helping me.”   “The pleasure was all mine.”  He smiles.   (TOUCHING ME...MASTURBATING IN THE SHOWER...LOOKING AT ME THE WAY HE IS RIGHT NOW!)    Little Ann contentedly settles into a seating position between her dad’s legs.  Looking down at her for a moment, my eyes are drawn to the front of his bathing suit.  The bulge does look very big, I think, as all the memories of that day come flooding back.  I’m aroused, and so is he.   “Hey, Annie, why don’t you come over to the apartment tomorrow and I’ll show you the new computer graphics program I’m working on.”   “Okay, but won’t your wife, like, be jealous of me being there?”   “Ah...no...she won’t be home...she’s gone on a business trip for a couple of days...and I’m playing Mr. Mom to this tyke right here.”  Ann mimics her father by saying “tyke” over and over again, but the roaring in my ears practically drowns her out.  (SHERYL WON’T BE HOME...HE WANTS TO MAKE LOVE TO ME...SEX!!!)   “Ah...okay...it sounds neat.”  I can feel the heat on my face—I must be blushing.  “What time can I come over?”   “You’re welcome anytime.”  He smiles, but he’s blushing too.   When Beth returns, she first looks at me, then at him, then back at me again.      The next morning I wear the skimpiest shorts my mom would let me leave the apartment wearing, and my favorite tank top.  When Jerry, wearing shorts and a tee shirt, answers the door, his reaction is immediate and gratifying.  After telling me Ann was taking a nap, he uneasily begins showing me the new graphics package he was developing on his home computer.  Don’t get me wrong; I am interested in his program, but I finally admit to myself that afternoon that I’m interested in much, much more from this visit.  The more Jerry shows me, and the closer he gets to me, he becomes more tense and fidgety.  I am too.   When he puts an arm on my shoulder and leans closer, I nearly shriek.  When I place my hand on his bare thigh while asking a question, he looks like he is going to pass out.   After a few minutes, he surprises me by saying, “You know, I’m a little grungy from playing with Ann...I’m going to take a quick shower...why don’t you try out the program, and I’ll be right back...okay?”   “Okay...I’ll listen for Ann while you’re in there.”   I know why he’s taking a shower, and I know what he’s going to do while he’s in there.    As soon as I hear the water running, I sneak into the bathroom and watch.  There before me again is that amazing silhouette of a very erect penis sticking up and out, as he begins to masturbate.  (CAN I DO IT?  IS THIS RIGHT?)  I close my eyes for a second, take a deep breath, and then slide out of my clothes and slide open the shower door.  He stops in mid-stroke and stares.  Stepping into the shower stream, I reach for his penis with both my hands.    “Let me help you” breathlessly escapes my lips.  (WE’RE GOING TO MAKE LOVE!)     I’m entranced by the sight and feel of his organ.  It’s bigger and stiffer than I imagined it would be.  The end looks like a swollen helmet of skin sitting atop a flesh colored (VEINY?) shaft.  It feels hard yet soft at the same time, and very warm.  (I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M IN A MAN’S SHOWER AND HOLDING HIS PENIS!)  I look up into his eyes and now I know the look of desire.  All it takes is for me to run my hands along the shaft a couple of times and he squirts his juice all over me.  Wow!  He grunts as one, two, three, then four long streams of his (SEMEN!!!!!) hit my face, my neck, my breasts, and then my belly; his penis (COCK!) spasming with every squirt.  It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever seen or felt (BUT IT’S ONLY BEGINNING, ANNIE GIRL!).   He uses a finger to wipe semen from my chin and pulling me close, leans down and kisses me.  Boys have kissed me, but this is much, much different.  His lips are both tender and urgent, his tongue teasing then parting my lips, probing for mine.  He has one hand at the small of my back, which is slowly descending to my butt, and another at the nape of my neck.  My breasts are pressed into him, my nipples taut and tingling.  I think I stopped breathing minutes ago.  The shower spray rinses the sweat and semen from our bodies, but not the heat.   Except for “Oh Annie...are you sure?” He doesn’t say another word, nor do I.  After stepping out of the shower and drying off a bit, he lifts me in his arms and kisses me again.  He carries me out to the living room where he tenderly sets me down on a tall leather-clad sling chair.  My whole body is electrified by the look of him, his muscular, hairless body, his beautiful smile and his beautiful penis, hanging down like an upside-down “J” and still leaking a little of his semen.  I’m still having difficulty breathing.  He looks first into my eyes, then glances down between my slightly parted thighs and again says, “Oh Annie...Are you sure this is what you want?”   He’s growing hard again.  He places a hand at my cheek and kisses me once more, while running the other hand up my thigh to my opening.  He must feel the moisture I know is down there.   “Oh...God...Annie...darling...” He moans, all the while running a finger between my wet folds.  For the third time he asks me if it’s what I really want.  He’s fully erect.  I look from his penis back to his face, and nod yes.   “I need...I mean...we need to use protection if you’re not on the pill...are you?”   “Nnnn...No...no I’m nnnn...not,” I manage to get out.    He kisses me one more time, then whispers “I’ll be right back, sweetheart” and heads off quickly toward one of the bedrooms.  I stare at his tight, bare butt cheeks scrunch back and forth as he hurries away and the sensation of wetting myself down there is back.  While he’s momentarily out of sight, I reach down and am amazed at how very wet my crotch is.  The folds (LABIA!) are swollen and tender like they were the day he shaved me, and slippery to the touch.  When he reappears, he’s tearing open a small square foil package.  I may never have seen one before, but I know what it is.  He pulls the rubber ring from the foil, looks into my eyes again, and then slowly unrolls the condom onto his very stiff penis.  Standing before me, he slowly lifts my legs in the air and coaxes me to hold them up there.    His penis is at the perfect height.  (I KNOW HE’S MADE LOVE TO SHERYL BEFORE IN THIS CHAIR!)  Looking down between my spread thighs, I think for the first time about whether his big penis will fit in me or not.  The enormity of what’s about to happen hits me and my breath is trapped in my lungs.  Every inch of my skin feels like it’s on fire.  I look up into his sweat-soaked face as he places the head of his penis at my opening and starts to push it in.  Our eyes meet, and I’m in heaven.  He slides it in slowly.  My fevered brain imagines he wants to push harder.  Oh God, the feeling is so intense.  I look back down there to see that he’s only halfway in, and yet I feel stretched to the limit already; except for an initial twinge of pain, what a great feeling it is!    Neither one of us is breathing—more like panting—as he continues to slide deeper into me.  After a few seconds more, he starts to pull out and push back in with a rhythmic motion of his hips.  (THIS IS IT!  WE’RE MAKING LOVE!  MY FIRST TIME!)  He picks up the tempo of his thrusts, going deeper into my vagina with every stroke.  While thrusting into me faster and faster, he places a hand at one of my breasts and starts to tease the nipple, by now hard and super-sensitive.  I don’t really know what’s happening, but the feeling of his penis rubbing into me, and his fingers tweaking my nipple cause my whole stomach and pelvic areas to convulse once, then again and still a third time.  I groan with the intensity of the pleasure of it all.  (JUST LIKE THAT NIGHT IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR, I HAD AN ORGASM! THIS ONE WAS MUCH BETTER!)  Just seconds after my spasms, his head snaps back and he grunts just like he did in the shower the day he shaved me.  He pushes into me as far as he can go and I feel his penis spasm several times inside of me.  (WOW...IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE CONDOM, I’D BE HAVING HIS BABY!!)  My whole body convulses one more time.   He leans down and kisses me again.  This one was longer and hotter than any before (MAKING LOVE!)  Just then we hear little Ann whimpering from her room.  Before going off to get Ann, he lifts me from the chair to my feet and hugs me tight.  I look up at him and for a moment I think he wants to say something, but can’t.   Finally, he says, “Let me go get Ann, okay?” After sliding the wet condom off his penis and casually dropping it to the floor, he once more leans in and kisses me.  For maybe the first time, I’m extremely jealous of Sheryl.    While he walks toward Ann’s room to tend to her I pick the used condom off the floor and study it.  (THIS WAS IN ME!  HE WAS IN ME!)  There certainly is quite a lot of semen trapped inside, I think, remembering him squirting all over me in the shower.  Those tingly feelings are back; I want to make love again and again.    I follow him to Ann’s room, where I peer in to see him lift a bare and bottom-powdered Ann into his arms and hug her tight.  She’s giggling and cooing and saying “dada” over and over.  Jerry’s eyes are full of love.  I don’t want to intrude on this tender moment so I slink back from the doorway, but in seconds he emerges with Ann in his arms, and seeing me, smiles, turns, and walks to the master bedroom.  When I get to the bedroom doorway, they’re lying on the big bed.  Naked as the day they were born, the two of them look so wondrously normal, Jerry gazing lovingly at his happy little girl as she coos and holds on to him as firmly as her little arms can.  Something drew me to the bed.  Maybe I want to share in the love, or just to prolong the tenderness of our lovemaking, so I lie down next to them, Ann between Jerry and me.  The look in Jerry’s eyes makes me want him even more.   “Annie...Annie...I’m so mixed up right now I don’t know what to do.”  He hesitates, looks at Ann for a moment, and then looks back at me.  “You’ve made me feel more alive than I’ve felt in a long, long time.”   I roll Ann’s chubby little form on top of me so I can snuggle closer to Jerry.  I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of her warm body resting at my breast and his warm body nestled against me.   “You’ve made me feel so special...I can’t, like, believe any boy...would have been so gentle and loving...as you were for my...my first time.”   He props himself up on one elbow, leans over, and our lips meet again in a long, warm, wet kiss.  When our lips separate, he says, “Sweet Annie...I’m married...have a baby...and you’re a teenager...shit...where can this go?”   “Go?” I answer questioningly.  “I know all that you’ve said is true. All I want is to make love again.”  His beautiful eyes and smile exhilarate me.  “All I want is for us to, like, make each other happy for the rest of the day, at least...”   He kisses me once more, then says, “I’ll drag Ann’s playpen in here...be right back.”   Ann, still resting on top of me, looks at me and says “mama.”  I nearly cry.  In this moment of clarity I know I can harbor no fantasies, no illusions of taking Sheryl’s place in his bed.  I will forever cherish this day with Jerry, but there will be no more days like this with him.  The day is far from over, though—I give little Ann a big hug.   Jerry returns with the playpen and a disposable diaper.  After diapering her, he places Ann in the playpen, where she happily begins playing with the toys in there.  By this time I’m sitting up on the bed, slightly cross-legged.  When Jerry turns toward me he stops and looks me up and down as if seeing me naked for the first time.   “God...you’re the most beautiful creature these eyes have ever seen.”   Beautiful creature?  How can I compare to his wife, I wonder?  She’s pretty, her breasts look bigger than mine, and she has more curves than I do.  Is it my youth...or my bald pubic area (THE BOYS CALL IT A ‘PUSSY’...BUT MINE IS HAIRLESS!) that he really means?   He rummages around in a dresser drawer before extracting another condom.  The whole scene before me—his magnificent body, the condom in its wrapper, the look in his eyes, his penis quivering as it stiffens and rises—makes me swoon.  I can feel the juices dribbling down my butt crack to the bed sheet.  He sees my reaction too.  I want him so bad.  He approaches the bed and surprisingly hands me the condom.  He wants me to put in on him!  By now his penis is standing out straight, not as rigid as before but getting there.  I nervously rip open the wrapper and feel the slippery lubrication on the rubber ring.  He helps me unroll it onto him, but not before I run my fingers along the length of his penis, absorbing the feel, the texture of his special flesh.   I start to roll over to give him room on the bed, but the second I’m on my knees his strong hands stop me.  He must be looking at my butt and my...pussy...or maybe we’ll do it a different way?  Still on my hands and knees, I feel his tongue slide between the folds of me, licking me like someone would lick an ice cream cone.  His tongue must be wet from my juices!  When the tip of his tongue flicks against one end of my opening, a spasm of pleasure zings up my spine and I can’t help but moan.  Done licking, and holding my butt in the air with his strong hands, he enters me.  When he starts to move in and out of me, I know this one will be even better than the first time.   His penis fills me and feels so good as he slides it in and out.  It feels, I don’t know, more slippery this time, thinking of the lubrication on the condom, but that’s not it, it’s MY lubrication, my wetness, MY arousal that’s making it slippery.  I lower my head to the pillow and push my butt out to meet his thrusting.  His penis is sliding against that magic spot his tongue found earlier. The convulsion of this orgasm is more intense than before.  My pelvic and stomach muscles spasm as if tied in a knot.  A high-pitched squeal escapes from my lips.  Marvelously, he’s not done yet, though I know he’s close because he’s thrusting faster.  The final push, as he lets go with a groan, hits deep inside me triggering another wave of ecstasy.  Warmed by the glow of our release, he reaches around and pulls me up to him, a hand at each breast, his lips at the nape of my neck, and his penis slowly relaxing within me.  When his penis pops out of my vagina, he turns me around and kisses me.  Knee to knee on the bed, he hugs me tightly to him.  Even though my sexual experience has been all gained today, I’m still surprised that after making love to me twice, his penis is twitching and growing against my belly.  I think he wants me some more.   Our reverie is broken by a sound from the playpen.  When we turn to look at Ann, she’s staring wide eyed back at us as if mesmerized by what we just did, her diaper down around her ankles.  We both laugh at the ‘lost’ diaper and the strange look of wonder on the little toddler’s face.    I look into Jerry’s eyes and say, “Let me.”  I move from the bed and lift Ann into my arms.  She smiles and gurgles at me, but thankfully doesn’t say ‘mama’ again; if she had, it would’ve hurt Jerry and made me cry for sure.  Carrying diaperless Ann over to a risen Jerry, we hug in a warm, naked threesome.   “You look like a natural,” He says to me.  “You’ll be a beautiful, caring, loving mother someday.”  We kiss again.  “...And you’ll be a fantastic wife to some lucky man,” He whispers to me when our lips separate.  He takes Ann from my arms.  “I think it’s time to put that diaper back on, sweet-pea, before you have an accident...that’s if Daddy can put the stupid thing on right this time,” He chuckles as he looks with love at his little daughter.    Damn...do I wish I were his wife!  I’d love this man to pieces.  How can Sheryl treat him in any way but with love and devotion?  A revelation: maybe she does, but I just haven’t seen it.  No matter how wonderful this day has been, I reiterate my internal pledge not to be a home wrecker.   When Ann is ensconced in her diaper once again, Jerry places her in the playpen.  I can’t help but laugh at the way she’s still staring at us with those big eyes of hers.  Is it my being here instead of her mommy?  Is it our naked bodies that appear strange to her?  My attention turns to Jerry, but he’s already focusing on me; his eyes are eating me up, and his penis is getting hard again.   “Annie...can I make love to you one last time?”  He says, looking at me with longing, but also, I think, with a little bit of sadness.   I’m thinking how glad I am that he knows this will be the last time (BUT OH DO I WANT HIM AGAIN!)  I lay down on the bed while he retrieves another condom.  For the first time today I ruminate on why he has condoms in the house.  Did he buy them for me? (A tingle travels down my spine to my vagina when I think of this.)  Our eyes lock as he finishes rolling on the condom.  I think my vagina is really wet once more; I spread my legs and reach out my arms to him.  He climbs between my thighs and lifts my legs by the ankles, bringing first my left then right foot to his lips and kissing them.  While still holding my upraised legs, he positions his penis at my opening (OH GOD, I CAN’T STAND IT...PUT IT IN, PUT IT IN!)  I can’t wait, so I thrust my hips out to meet his penis, which tantalizingly starts to enter me.   With his strong thighs surrounding my tiny ass cheeks, he slowly slides his full length into my yearning vagina.  I see his muscular hips as he begins his rhythm.  I feel the glorious stretching of my vagina as his beautiful erection goes in and out of me.  I see the sweat drops on his brow and the glazed-over look to his eyes.  I feel his penis rub against that special little place.  I moan then scream, with every muscle in my abdomen and pelvis rippling and shuddering from the pleasure, before an incredibly warm wave of sweet release washes over me.  This feeling is the best of my life (ORGASM!)   As my mind regains its focus, I realize he’s still maintaining the slow rhythm of his hips, but soon his pace intensifies and I know he’s going to ejaculate.  Damned if I don’t want to see it and feel it just like in the shower (WOW...HOW MANY HOURS AGO WAS THAT?)  I quickly push away from him and before he can react, I strip off the condom and start stroking his penis with both hands.  Within seconds he lets out a groan and shoots his semen all over me.  I’m amazed as spurt after spurt sprays out of him.  I don’t think he ejaculated this much before; it really did spray everywhere!  Subconsciously I use one hand to rub the milky liquid all over my breasts as the other caresses his still-hard but leaking penis.  Our lips meet.  A deep thought rises to the surface:  will I ever experience a kiss like this the rest of my life?   Once again, our rapture is broken by a sound from the playpen.  This time, Ann is crying.   Jerry smiles as he begins to rise from the bed.  “I think our noises scared her.”    Our noises?   While he lifts Ann from the playpen and eases her fitfulness, I climb from the bed and catch my reflection in the dresser mirror.  What a sight!  I’ve got his semen in my hair, on my face, all over my chest, and dribbling down my belly.  I’ve also got this sort of pink glow about me, almost like I’m blushing all over.  What a fantastic thing, sex!  A faint sound slips past my lips—a combination moan and chuckle.  Jerry reacts to the sound and curiously looks over at me, but quickly smiles after realizing why I chuckled.   I wordlessly leave them and jump into the shower to clean off.  The hot water washes his spatter from me, but not the memories of this fantastic day.  I’ll always remember the look of him—his lean yet muscular body, and his penis, hanging down but growing because of his desire for me.  I’ll always remember the feel of his erect penis entering me...stretching me...coating me.  I’ll always remember the sight of his hips thrusting between my thighs.  I’ll always remember the heaven-on-earth orgasms he gave me.   When I exit the shower and dry off, I peer into the living room to see that he’s thrown on a pair of gym shorts and talking to Ann, who was on the carpet with toys scattered around her.  I gather my clothes; still lying on the bathroom floor where I left them hours ago, slowly put them on, and then go out to the living room.  I sit on the floor next to little Ann.  Jerry and I talk for almost an hour; not only about what we just did but also the future.  I realize most guys would say this, but I think he’s sincere when he tells me he really loves his wife.  I feel more—I don’t know—more ‘grown up’ than I’ve ever felt before talking to him about our lovemaking, Sheryl, and his life.  With newfound wisdom, I understand that I became a woman today, and I somehow helped remind him what it was like being a man; maybe marriage and kids can make a guy forget things like that.   When it was time for me to go home, we kiss one last time.  He still wants to say more about today, but I place a finger at his lips to shush him before he can.  I will get in the last word.   “I’ll remember what we did today for the rest of my life, but Jerry, now you have to make your wife feel like this too.”   He promises, and we part.   When I get home, my mom is very inquisitive about what I’d been doing.  Although I assure her we were working on the computer, I know she can see right through me, but doesn’t press the matter.      Beth can see through me too.  The next day she curiously looks me up and down then declares, “You fucked him, didn’t you?”  My face must have given me away, for she adds, “Damn, girl, you did...you did!”  She’s all over me with questions:  How did it feel?  How big is he?  How many times?  Was he good?   I’m vague in my answers, which seems to really piss her off.  She wants all the details and I won’t give them out.   She shocks me when she states she’s going to get him to “do” her next time she baby-sits.  I don’t know what to say.  Maybe it is jealousy talking or something, but I didn’t think Jerry would ever touch Beth.   He doesn’t.  Following the next time Beth baby-sat for Jerry and Sheryl, she wouldn’t talk to me for days, so I knew her plan failed.  The remainder of the summer Beth and I drift apart.     Whenever I see Jerry, he smiles that glowing smile of his and asks me how I’m doing.  I can still see the look of longing in his eyes.  Ann is getting bigger every day.  I also notice a certain change in Sheryl.  She appears to be warmer and happier, a certain glow about her; their love life must’ve heated up since Jerry made love to me that beautiful day.  I’m really happy for them.  Beth won’t baby-sit for them any more, but neither will I—no temptations, please.   Life goes on.  I’m filling out a bit more up top.  My mom still asks a lot of silly questions about what I’m doing and with whom, ever since she recognized the glow of sexual satisfaction on my face that day.  I’ve met a new boy in town.  He’s real cute.  We haven’t done anything yet, but I’m looking forward to it.  Every once in a while I lie in bed and remember that day with Jerry, fingering myself to explosive orgasms.   I think of all I’ve lost this past summer:  My pubic hair, my best friend, my virginity, my innocence.  Yet, what I’ve gained means so, so much more to me.   Love and Kisses, Annie

Angela Discovers Exhibitionism by JBEdwards Angela gradually curates her exhibitionism. It began at summer camp. It was my first time at a sleep-away camp, and I was both scared and excited. I tried hard to fit in, to do as the other girls did, which was mostly to talk about boys. I was young, but post puberty, and I was menstruating, so I knew the score. Nevertheless, I was young, and sex was still something foreign to me. I mean I knew it was out there and a near constant subject of conversation, but I wasn't ready for the whole boy-girl thing. I saw some of the older girls changing clothes. They changed outside of their tents, flaunting (it seemed to me) their naked, mature bodies. If the boys at camp, across the river, had binoculars or just bionic eyesight, they could see whatever secret treasures the girls chose to display when they dressed in the morning. I never forgot what those girls did, especially because it happened every year. It seemed to be some kind of a camp tradition among the older girls, and especially those with good bodies. When I got older and had not big, but bigger boobs, I thought about joining those girls who teased the boys, but I never had the courage. I dressed quietly in my tent, like almost all the other girls. My last summer, however, when I was 18 and had reasonably nice boobs, a small waist, and child bearing hips, I took the leap. After my morning shower, I did not return to my tent to dress, wrapped up in a towel, as most of the other girls did. Instead, I dried myself, stark naked, on the shore of the river (really, it was just a creek; a tributary to the Russian River in Northern California), showing off my nude body to anyone who happened to be looking just then. I kept the tradition alive! Mostly I was showing off to the other girls on our side of the creek, and a few of them seemed to be truly interested, and yes, in that way. Who I was really showing off to, however, was the boys across the river. The boys could tell there was a naked girl showing off as she dried herself, but unless they had bionic eyesight, none of them could tell who the girl was, or get a good enough look to (for example) enjoy the sight of her nipples or her pussy. The exception of course was boys who owned binoculars. As the camp session wore on, more and more boys seemed to acquire binoculars. Where they got them, I have no idea. Maybe they told their parents everyone was bird watching with binoculars, and they wanted to join in? Who knows how they got them, but they did. They indubitably did. It was a lesson: Where there's a will, there's a way. Also, never underestimate the resourcefulness of teenage boys when it comes to sex! As for me, I was thrilled to the core by my relatively harmless exhibitionism. It gave me a rush like you wouldn't believe! To hell with heroin (and yes, I had indeed tried it once, with Brian Kaplan in my high school), the rush from showing off my young body this way was even better! No boy was going to cross the wide, and fast flowing creek, to come and molest me in front of all the fellow female campers. I was in much more danger from what was known among some of the campers as the Lesbian League. As it turned out, it was a danger I didn't mind. I turned into a lesbian for a summer, although I still, and always, longed for a boy's touch. The point is, however, those times when I was showing off my naked body after my morning showers, thrilled me to the core. They made me tingle, got me wet down there, and I suspect might even had led to a small orgasm or two, and all of it without even touching myself in the obvious places. I also discovered, however, that some exhibitionism that I thought to be harmless, was actually risky. Once the boys got good enough resolution on their binoculars, they could identify the girls who were showing off their naked bodies. They made the classic mistake, thinking that because we weren't shy, we were easy. That is, the five of us girls showing off our bodies were assumed to be sluts. Well, if there's one thing a teenage boy wants, it's sex with a bonafide girl; any girl. Modesty aside, I was the prettiest of the five of us girls, although Tiffany had the biggest boobs. Only one of us, as it turned out, was a bit of a slut; that was Mary, and boy, did she become popular! The other four of us spent a lot of energy and time politely and delicately avoiding roaming hands. ** Camp had a profound change in my personality. I became comfortable with my new adult, womanly body. When I was home, I tried to relive the thrills of camp, and I continued my behavior, although the audience was only imaginary. I dressed in my bedroom (with the door closed, of course, since my father or my brothers might have seen me otherwise). I first got naked, and then laid out my possible outfits for the day on the bed. Each outfit had specially selected lingerie to go underneath it. As I contemplated what to wear, debating with myself between outfits, I stood there naked, pretending people could see me through my window. (I had curtains, but I never drew them closed.) Sometimes I would contemplate for quite some time, as I remained naked, imagining some boys from "across the creek" were watching me. Imagination is a wonderful thing. Nobody could see me, I thought, except the gardener my father hired. However, he came at 10AM and he would leave when it got dark, or usually before, so he never was a threat to my virtue. The flashing of my nudity was strictly for my own benefit. Behind my window, you see, was a steep hill, nicely landscaped of course, and all I could see out of my window was the steep hill and the greenery it provided. Never that good at physics, I didn't realize that the houses up the hill a piece, could see down into my room, fairly easily in fact, especially if I stood close to the window. Otherwise, they could see my reflection, via the large vanity mirror I liked to preen in front of. At night, to the houses up the hill, my room must have resembled a yellow television screen, with a naked high school girl on display, especially when said student stood at the window, looking thoughtfully out into the darkness of the evening. I suppose it was during those long winter nights that Bob Ferguson got a 35mm camera with a telephoto lens. One day, on the bus to school, he showed me his camera, but not his telephoto lens attachment. He showed it off in some kind of a meaningful way, as if I were supposed to know the significance of him having such a camera. I had no idea. Not a clue. One thing I did know, however, was that I was not a big fan of Bob Ferguson, who struck me as just a tad too freaky. I did suspect, however, that Bob might have a crush on me, so I was always nice to him. I was that kind of girl, during my teenage years. Like many teens, I was sexually frustrated. I had enjoyed sex once, so I was not a virgin, but that was when my Uncle Dante had visited us, and he snuck into my room and deflowered me. I should explain. Due to the long period when women are fertile, my Uncle Dante, who was my mother's brother, was only two years older than me. He was a change of life mistake by my maternal grandmother, whom we called Oma. He found me to be a very willing niece, since he was handsome, two years older, and I had had a crush on him since I was eleven years old. Uncle Dante had insisted on having the lights on in my room, so I could lovingly watch his condom encased cock disappear inside me. I knew where his cock was at all times, however, with or without the lights on, I assure you. I replayed that first fuck in my mind countless times, usually before I went to bed. To make my maiden fuck even more romantic, Uncle Dante happened to fuck me on Valentine's Day. He fucked me twice that day, and three times the next day, all while parts of my family were in the house. It was truly thrilling to me, and it was a Valentine's Day I'll never forget, as long as I live. I secretly went on the pill after those times with my uncle. Thank goodness for Planned Parenthood! I also got a Valentine card from "a secret admirer." It was a beautiful card, and it intrigued me. Uncle Dante swore up and down it wasn't from him. I asked my boyfriend Rick, all of my brothers, and my Dad, and nobody would confess to being the sender of my mysterious Valentine card, so I figured it was a prank, most likely from my brother Fabien, but he refused to admit it, and secretly laughed at me together with our other brothers. I forgot about it. The incest angle was of course troubling. I loved Uncle Dante with all my heart and all my soul, as much as any immature eighteen-year-old girl could love. However, Dante was my uncle, and we were having incest. I knew, therefore, that spending my life with Dante and having his babies was not a realistic possibility. Having protected sex with him, however, was quite realistic, and I enjoyed every fuck that long weekend, and wished we could have fucked even more! Once Uncle Dante left and returned to college (where I assumed he had a girlfriend), I got a dildo, which I name Dante, and almost every night Dante the Dildo would plunge in and out of my welcoming pussy, pushed by my own hand, just as Uncle Dante himself had once done. Oh yes, it was always with the lights on, too. I wanted the re-creation to be as close to perfect as possible. My other hand played with my boobs, focusing on my nipples, just as Dante himself had done. I would sit on the bed and face the window when Dante the Dildo would work his magic. I used the window as a mirror, and I had fun watching the dildo plunge into me, as I imagined the boys from across the creek would have enjoyed it, too. As it turns out, Uncle Dante had a college girlfriend, and even though I adored my uncle, and I loved the kink of incest, I was just a convenient piece of ass for him when he was forced to visit our home for a family get-together. That was hard to come to terms with, but I'm a resilient girl, and as my Dad always said, everyone is replaceable, and no one is essential. He was referring to the employees of his business, of course, not to one's love life, but I took his maxim and applied it to all of my situations, including my romantic life. ** Bob Ferguson became a renowned photographer at our school. He entered his pictures in contests, and they occasionally won prizes. The local newspaper had nature photography contests from time to time, and Bob would typically get an honorable mention with his photo entry, if he did not win them outright. Bob would show off his pictures to his friends on the school bus, and quite frankly I was surprised how enthusiastic his friends would get just from pictures of nature. The ecology movement must have been stronger than I thought. I still thought Bob was freaky, but I couldn't help but admire how good he was at photography. I had no idea Bob was showing the boys in the bus, with me right there sitting several rows closer to the front, pictures of me naked in my bedroom. It certainly explained the smirks I got from the boys, and the way they undressed me with their eyes. It seemed to me at the time that Bob's creepy nature was contagious. In a way, I guess it was. Things came to a head when Uncle Dante arrived for another visit. I knew he was going to try to seduce me again, and I also knew I was looking forward to it, even if I was just a piece of ass for him. I did have a boyfriend at the time, a sweet, respectful, naïve high school peer named Rick, but I had not yet let Rick go "all the way." Only Uncle Dante enjoyed the privilege of carnal knowledge of my curvy body. I was in love with Rick, nevertheless. Rick was pressuring me to have sex, real, full blown sex with him, harder than he used to do. I'm sure his newfound confidence and subsequent pressure was due to Bob Ferguson having told everybody I was not a virgin, and that 'he had proof.' To pacify Rick, I let him get me naked for the first time (and not just above the waist), and also, I gave him my first blowjob. (I had already given him countless hand jobs, but I had always kept my panties on.) I'm sure I was lousy at giving blowjobs, but Rick was beyond thrilled. It was his first blowjob, too. Rick and Bob were casual friends. They were both in the marching band at our high school, and they both played the trumpet, so they had that in common. Apparently, Rick had told Bob about me giving him a blowjob, since boys love to discuss sex, and he was surprised how Bob was constantly urging Rick to get it on with me in my bedroom. Rick thought it strange that Bob seemed to have undertaken a relentless quest for Rick and me to get it on in the Biblical sense. Rick, provoked by Bob's taunts, wanted to see the "proof" he claimed to have that I had already had Biblical sex. Bob stalled him. Instead, Bob came to me. He first showed me the pictures of myself nude that he had taken of me when I was changing clothes in my private bedroom. In a triumph of will that Leni Riefenstahl would have been proud of, I managed to show neither shock nor even surprise. I stayed outwardly perfectly calm and yet, within my internal bubbling rage, I somehow devised a strategy to deal with Bob and his damnable pictures. On that score, I felt a kinship with the late Princess Diana of British royalty renown. I think, however, I shocked Bob to the core. From all appearances, it was a heart attack inducing kind of shock. Bob was young and strong, though, and not about to have a heart attack; but it was that kind of shock. I shocked him, to be precise, simply by not being upset with the existence of the pictures. In fact, I was channeling my time at summer camp when I revealed all on the shores of Austin Creek, in Sonoma County, in a redwood forest, near Cazadero, California. "Bob, I've always thought you had immense talent with photography, but only for photographing nature. These candid shots of me dressing, and more, in my bedroom, however, are spectacular. You not only capture my mood and my sensuality, but I don't look fat, and you even make me look pretty in them. They're amazingly good photos. Good for you. Can I have copies?" "Are you okay?" was the next utterance out of my mouth. I knew he wasn't expecting a reaction like that from me, all the more so because it was obvious, I should think, that my remarks were genuine. I meant every word. I had forced myself to exist in an alternate universe, or something. Still, I was enjoying shocking him, the asshole. Peeping on a girl is not an admirable trait. Bob was maintaining a stunned silence, so I continued. "Maybe you'd take even better pictures up close? You could sneak into our backyard and take them from just outside my bedroom window? Let me know, and maybe I could pose for you? Would you like that? I could pose with my dildo, too, if you like? Or would posing destroy the Peeping Tom high you're getting? You're a bit of a pervert, you know, and kind of a creepy one," I proclaimed. Bottom line: Bob having secretly taken those pictures of me, good as they were, was turning me on, something fierce. I was hoping Bob couldn't tell. Now, it seems, I was no longer so sure my carnal instincts could wait for Uncle Dante's next visit. Bob finally spoke a bit, and he said, rather quietly, "There's more." I figured he had to have seen me getting it on with my uncle, and since he had bragged he had proof I wasn't a virgin, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he had photos of Uncle Dante and me in flagrante delicto. I really wanted to see those, given the high quality of the photos so far. So, in a brief spasm of reckless courage, I said, "Do you have extra photos taken of me having sex? I mean with someone else, not just with my dildo?" I had developed a habit of getting myself off, on the edge of the bed, facing the window, which at night and with my lights on, served as a mirror so I could watch myself. This had unwittingly provided some rather spectacular X-rated shows for Bob and his telephoto lens. Bob doubtless had pictures of me suppressing noise with my hand over my mouth, as I drove myself to climaxes with Dante the Dildo, night after night after night. I began to think I had a Narcissus complex, in love with how I looked in the window's mirror effect, together with how I appeared in great pictures, even if the pictures were humiliating, but sexy as hell. "Yes," Bob replied. "Well, let's see them. C'mon, Bob," I said, as he hesitated. Not surprisingly, his photos of Uncle Dante fucking me were great. I mean, they were Playboy and Penthouse quality. Unsurprisingly, he also had a short video of us having sex, suitable for You Porn. "This one is my favorite," Bob said. The photo was of Uncle Dante and me copulating, but with me sitting on Dante, my boobs were bouncing around in a manner Bob called 'delicious,' as I rose up and down, with Dante's hands on my hips. You could actually see Dante's cock partly inside me. There was absolutely no question, from that photo alone, that I wasn't a virgin. "Fantastic picture, Bob," I said. "I want copies of everything, please. Oh yeah; please don't show them around, okay? I prefer that Rick not learn of them, nor my parents, you know?" "I understand, Angela. Hey, would you like to see my studio?" Bob asked. "You have a studio?" I asked, surprised. "Yes, it's in my parents' basement, but it's nicely done up. I hope to take professional portraits. Maybe you could pose for me there?" "Fully clothed, right?" I asked. "I'm not in any danger with you, right?" "Of course. However you want to pose is fine. I think you're beautiful and your beauty will always shine through. I'd love to take glamour shots of you, if you're willing." I began to like Bob. A guy who thinks I'm beautiful and wants to capture my beauty in pictures? Who wouldn't like a guy like that? Also, to my happy surprise, he wasn't trying to extort anything from me, due to his having such compromising pictures of me. Any girl, myself included, would be horrified to have nude photos circulating among all the boys at school. Perhaps I should elaborate about my Uncle Dante. I like calling Dante 'Uncle Dante,' since it re-inscribes how perverse it is to have an uncle just two years older than myself. Dante is the brother of my mother, and he was obviously a change of life accident; an unexpected pregnancy of his mother, who was 47 when he was born! Dante was raised by the whole family, except for my own mother. She was the oldest, and she was away in college during Dante's infancy. By the time Dante was two, my own mother was pregnant with me. Dante and I grew up almost like brother and sister, until my Dad got a new (and better paid) job and we moved a few hundred miles away from the ancestral family home. ** I decided to bring a girlfriend to Bob's proposed photo shoot, for protection, because I did not completely trust Bob. I knew he had been planning to blackmail me for money or sex with the pictures he took, but I had bamboozled him with my unexpected praise and enthusiasm. He was still, nevertheless, a peeper and a pervert, and not a man to be trusted. Ever since I became aware of Bob Ferguson peeping on me, I closed my drapes when I changed clothes. He had enough compromising pictures of me already! He didn't need more. I needed to keep him happy, though, because in this digital age, one is only one Internet post away from scandal and public humiliation. Also, Bob is the type of guy who would have the pictures backed up in every cloud imaginable, so even if he deleted them right in front of me, I would never know if he was deleting all the copies, or not. In the meantime, there was Rick. Yes, Rick. Rick really liked me and he had been pursuing me since the ninth grade. I was kind of an idée fixe for him, an obsession. His persistence won the day, and since everyone 'knew' I was Rick's girl, the other guys smiled at me, and were friends with me, but romantically they left me alone. I didn't mind, however, since Rick was great! He was perfect for me in every way, and having a guy around all the time who adores you, when you're young and insecure (and all of us girls are insecure, no matter how pretty guys think we are), having someone like Rick looking out for you, protecting you, and showering you with affection, well, it has its effect! So, even though I gave my precious cherry to Uncle Dante, Rick was my 'one and only,' even if, obviously, he had to share me with Uncle Dante. He didn't even know about my ongoing (I hope!) affair with Uncle Dante. I decided putting out for Uncle Dante, and not for Rick, was unfair; so, unbeknownst to Rick, I decided he was about to get lucky. I also knew that for Uncle Dante, as I said before, I was just a piece of ass for convenience, for him to get laird while visiting relatives, while for Rick, I was his whole world, and then some. Bizarrely, both situations appealed to me. I didn't want my first time with Rick to be in his car, so I wanted to reserve a room somewhere. To do that, I needed a credit card, and my credit card bills went to my Dad, so that was a non-starter. I explained this to my Uncle Dante, asking if he could reserve a hotel room for me. He became furious, and I saw the ugly side of my uncle for the first time. So, a hotel room was out. When the time came, I had a wonderful date with Rick, and at the end of the date I suggested we go to Cherry Hill. A lot of teens went there to make out, and a fair number of my friends had lost their cherries in the back seats of cars on Cherry Hill. We used to joke that was how it got its name. The local police usually left us alone, unless they were horny and wanted to see some teenage boobs. I was hoping this wasn't one of those nights. Rick and I were making out hot and heavy, in the back seat of his father's extended cab F-150, when the moment came. "I love you, Rick. Would you like a blow job, or do you want to make love?" I asked, while suggestively sucking on my finger. Rick was shocked, but he recovered quickly and smiled. "I love you too, Angela," was all he said. Rick never was that verbal. Strong and silent, that's my Rick. He pulled off my panties and spread my legs, seeing my not-quite-virginal pussy for the first time. I'd like to say Rick was only the second (after Uncle Dante) to see it, but there was Bob, too, with all of his pictures, not to mention the boys across the creek at summer camp. I still didn't know if Bob had shown those X-rated pictures around. I knew by now every guy I knew in my high school had seen pictures of me nude in my bedroom, but Bob had close-ups of my pussy, and even some with Dante the Dildo inside me. I was with Rick now, however, and I pushed Bob from my mind, and concentrated on the wonderful guy poised and ready to fuck me. Rick seemed to know what he was doing, which surprised me. I knew a lot of guys used Internet porn as a sex ed class on what to do when the time came with a willing girl, so maybe that was how Rick knew so much, but in any event he did. He raised my naked legs in the air, got between them, kissed me, and then poked around with his cock, looking, but not finding, my sacred hole. Uncle Dante had had no trouble finding my hole, but he was experienced, I was sure. I reached down, found Rick's cock (which was not hard to do; it seemed to be everywhere!), and guided it to my hole. That was all that was needed. Rick took the plunge. It was unclear who was more excited, Rick or me. Rick was finally laying me, his adolescent wet dream coming true, at last! I, on the other hand, was looking over Rick's shoulder at Scott Stone, who was perving on our little show, and smiling knowingly at me. I winked at Scott, but turned my attention to Rick fucking me, the first time for Rick, and only the seventh for me. It was awesome. I realized with Dante, I had lust for him, and excitement for me, plus the turn-on that it was incest, and totally taboo! With Rick, on the other hand, it was wholesome sex. With Rick, we were making love. I was making love for the first time! The excitement of the first time with Rick, however, was greatly augmented by having, unawares to Rick, a peeper watching us through the window of Rick's father's truck. I was so turned on! Of course, the fact that we were in a teenagers' make-out spot was a super-duper turn on, since Scott Stone himself was peeping on us! Someday, somehow, I will have private sex, with nobody watching, assuming I even want that. It just wasn't going to be this time. I had heard, from the other girls, ie, my friends, that the first time, boys don't last long. It's just too intense for them, and sure enough, in what seemed like less than a minute, maybe only 30 seconds, Rick emptied his balls into the rubber. Rick was embarrassed, and apologetic, for not having lasted long. I lied, saying it was wonderful nevertheless, and let's wait until he's hard, and try again. Scott was gone when Rick opened the door to drop his condom onto the ground. I had gone on the pill after Uncle Dante had fucked me bareback, which was like closing the barn door after the horse had bolted, but because I had done that, I told Rick, "I went on the pill for you, so if you want, next time you can skip the condom." Rick's face lit up in a smile. His cock stirred. "Ooh, nice," I said. I took his cock in my hand, and lovingly tugged at it, encouraging it to once again become erect. I felt as if I had magical powers as Rick's flaccid cock gradually stiffened up before my eyes, presumably due to the loving caresses of my hands, but probably due to the promise of intense pleasure another round with my welcoming pussy afforded. After it stiffened, it began to harden. I felt pride. Rick was playing with my boobs as I tugged on his cock, and even better, Scott was back, peeping in through the window. Even though Rick's cock was covered with his spunk and my love juice from our first fuck, I overcame my repulsion and took Rick's cock into my mouth, to speed up his recovery. The real reason was, however, to show Scott that I could suck cock as well as anyone. I guess I love having an audience. My need to impress Scott Stone bears a little elaboration. Scott had always been on my case. He thinks I'm an ice queen and don't put out. Compared to the crowd Scott hangs out with, there's some truth to that statement. Quite a few girls in my high school are just a tad easy with their sexual favors, and I know from reliable gossip, that Scott has laid every one of them. Again, this is according to gossip, which naturally I believe completely. Scott came after me last summer, when Rick was out of town, on a vacation with his family. Unfortunately, Scott is irresistible. Every girl in my high school has a crush on him, and I felt really flattered that Scott was coming after me. Yes, I really was that vacuous a girl back in high school. I succumbed to his charms, but only partially. Scott managed to be the first boy to get me completely naked, and he wanted to profit from that achievement by taking my cherry. When I refused to put out for Scott, and since he was not a date rape kind of guy, all he could do was express his displeasure. I tried to dispel things, and salvage what I thought we had together. I had thought getting me naked was kind of enough to keep him interested, but I was wrong. I pacified him with a hand job, but Scott wanted a blowjob. I was not ready to do something like that, even if I knew every other girl on the planet gave them right and left, as if they were candy. We compromised and I let him squirt all over my boobs at the end of my hand job. I knew on our next date he'd expect a blowjob, but luckily, Rick's family returned early, and Scott Stone was history. I thought it was fine, because he hooked up with Emily, and (according to the gossip mill) she gave him blowjobs and also, even more impressively, she put out for him. This was quite something, because Emily was one of the "good girls," like me, and Scott took her cherry on only their second date. Given this history, I was quite pleased that our voyeur, Scott Stone, had seen Rick fuck me, and was now watching me blow him, preliminary to our second fuck. It was worth it all, because Rick's second fuck was spectacular, and we rocked the car, and at the end there were my footprints on the headliner of his parents' Kia Sonata. It felt so good to be filled up with Rick's cum. And Scott got to watch it all, the dirty peeper, hee, hee. ** Bob was not going to let me get away without giving him something, to stop him from circulating his pictures of me. He didn't know Dante was my uncle, but nevertheless it would be highly shameful if the picture of Dante fucking me were to circulate in our high school. Bob would do it by putting it up on the web and giving a few guys the URL, and then in a New York minute, everyone would see me naked and fucking my uncle. No way could I let that happen. I tried to forestall it as long as I could, but Bob kept after me to pose for him in his studio, and finally I had no choice but to relent, and to do it. I dressed for my first official photo shoot. My best friend Michelle came over to give me clothing and -- especially -- make-up advice. I wore a white, see through blouse with a camisole underneath it, and a lace, black bra below the camisole. I wore a royal blue tight skirt, that showed off my bubble butt quite nicely, and I wore panties of black lace that matched my bra. Michelle used her considerable cosmetic skills to give me a face like one I could get at a fancy department store, where they try to sell you the latest products of Chanel and give you a make-up session as a kind of incentive. Michelle has real talent. I also asked her to come with me to Bob's. That way I had some protection, or so I thought. Bob loved the way I looked, and he offered us a drink to "get in the mood." He spiked both of our drinks with ecstasy, unknown to us. Next, he took an entire set of pictures, giving the ecstasy time to have its effect on Michelle and me. During this first shoot, I had to move and twist every which way. Then he said he wanted to take sexy pictures. That surprised no one. Absolutely nobody. I felt I had no choice, and I blame my compliance on the ecstasy. He had me remove my camisole, so one could see my bra through my transparent blouse. He took a few pictures, and then he wanted me to remove my bra, but to keep on my blouse. That way my boobs would be visible through my blouse. I knew he'd want that, which is why Michelle and I chose that blouse. Had we chosen a thin sweater, for example, I'd be topless at this point. Effectively, however, I was topless, since only a transparent blouse was giving me modesty, as far as my tits were concerned. I was beginning to get turned on. So was Michelle. I thought it was strange, but I went with the flow. It's only pictures, right? It began. Bob reached under my blouse to tease my nipples to get them erect and hard. I couldn't help it, but a little moan escaped my lips when Bob did that. I was hoping nobody noticed, since it was so soft and subtle. Bob and Michelle both noticed, however. Of course, they noticed. Bob and Michelle looked at each other. Michelle said, "Go for it, Bob." "Michelle!" I said, feeling betrayed. "You know, her panties match her bra," Michelle said, and in no time at all, or so it seemed, my skirt left my body, and I was sitting there in my bra and panties. Bob had me take all sorts of poses, quite a few of which were, shall we say, suggestive? Now I was clearly aroused, and could not hide it. I think I was giving off a pheromone smell, or something. "Okay, that's enough. I've got a great set of photos. Thanks a lot, both of you," Bob said. I gave Bob a big smile, I was so grateful that it was over and without any sex, even though, strangely, I seemed to want sex, just not with Bob! I began to get dressed, smiling constantly, when Bob stopped me. "What are you doing, Angela?" he asked. "Getting dressed, obviously. You said we were done, and you just thanked me, remember?" I said, not bothering to hide that I was just a bit incredulous at his question, which seemed accusatory. "We're done with the photo shoot, but there's still the matter of you, or you and Michelle if you prefer, taking care of my boner," Bob said, as he finished removing his pants, revealing quite a spectacular erection. "You really turn me on, Angela." "Uh...this wasn't part of our deal," I said, but I couldn't take my eyes off of his thick, hard, cock. "Of course, it was, and you knew it," Bob said, as he took my head in his hands and kissed me. I thought about it quickly. I had fucked my Uncle Dante, and I had fucked Rick, all within the last few months. Could I also fuck Bob? It was totally different: with Uncle Dante, I had had a crush on him since, well, forever. I loved him. With Rick, well he was my boyfriend, and it was expected of me. Besides, I think I also kinda, sorta, loved Rick. I knew Rick loved me. Bob, however, was just a creep. I knew I'd be unable to fuck a creep like Bob. It was totally different. On the other hand, Bob's cock looked quite tempting, just then. I'd been aroused by the photo shoot for the last two hours, and my pussy was good and wet. I looked over at Michelle. She gave me that raised eyebrow look she has. Michelle was not only a good friend, but she was wise. "Let me talk to Michelle. In private, okay, Bob?" I said. Michelle and I, well, mostly Michelle, laid out a plan. Bob ended up happy. ** I went to college out of state. I never saw Bob again, which was a good thing in my book. Michelle kept dating him, and they stayed together for two years. Michelle is a size queen you see, and Bob was, well, big where it counts. Bob was enthralled with her, because she was the one he fucked that night, and it was his first fuck ever, and he could not get enough of Michelle. Bob forgot all about me, and his risqué pictures. He took pictures of Michelle, all sorts of pictures. Pictures of Michelle dressed and looking pretty, and pictures of Michelle topless and looking pretty, and pictures of her nude, and still looking pretty. They were always tasteful, too. I had boyfriends while at college, but nothing really clicked. Uncle Dante dropped in from time to time, and that was fun. In fact, my times with Uncle Dante are the best sexual memories I have of my college years. I did see my peeper Scott Stone from time to time. It was a mild surprise that he went to Purdue, too. Scott and I became friends, and eventually I even told him where I thought my boyfriend of the moment would take me for backseat sex, so that he could peep on us. When it was a visit from Uncle Dante, since Scott lived off campus, we would use Scott's room for our hanky-panky. Scott had a one-way mirror, so he could easily watch the entire love session of me with my uncle. Dante never even suspected; he just knew I was turned on in the extreme when we used Scott's room. Scott of course didn't know Dante was my uncle. I know it's perverse to arrange to be peeped on, as I did, but Scott and I had an understanding. I don't know what was in it for Scott, but my orgasms were much more intense when someone was secretly watching, all the more so when that someone was Scott. I began to realize I was a specialized exhibitionist. I liked showing off for Scott, but not for anyone else, at least not that much. As I've recounted already, Scott and I had some history. He had dated me in high school briefly every time Rick was out of town, and I knew he really wanted to have sex with me. All he got from me though, was a really nice hand job. I let him squirt all over my boobs. One time, however, after I had broken up with Liam, one of my many casual boyfriends, Scott asked me out. We went out a few times, and we reminisced about my hand job from back when we were in high school. Well, we were older now, and I still liked Scott, so this time he got a blowjob. I always find it amazing how thrilled a guy can be with a blowjob. I mean, they're easy to give, and if you like the guy, it's kind of fun giving one. And if you swallow (as I do), they're less messy than a hand job, and for some obscure reason, more thrilling to the guy. The one catch is the issue of deep throating the guy. It's not at all necessary; I became quite skilled, and I was able to give one hell of a blow job without deep throating. However, Scott happens to be both long and thick, and ironically perfect for Michelle. I tried hard to please him, and you know what? Just before Uncle Dante came to town, I successfully deep throated Scott. Scott then graciously let Dante and me fuck in his room (I had a roommate in my room, and back seats of cars were getting old), while he peeped, of course. Perhaps it was inevitable. After watching Dante, my mysterious boyfriend from out of state, fuck my brains out, Scott knew that, at least for Dante, I put out. When Scott next dated me, we both knew he wasn't going to be satisfied with just a blowjob. I had to decide: Was I ready to go all the way with Scott Stone? He had seen the two big loves of my life, Rick and Uncle Dante, both of them, fuck me; could I satisfy Scott with just blowjobs? The problem was this: I love Uncle Dante, and I loved spending time with him, but even though he was perfect for me, he was my freaking uncle!! There was no future in Dante, except as an occasional illicit lover, on the side. That left Rick. I felt I almost loved Rick, and I enjoyed the sex a lot, but it wasn't exciting, like it was for Dante, unless of course Scott was watching. I had to parse things. Was sex with Uncle Dante so good because it was incest, and taboo? Was sex with Rick so good because Scott was watching? I thought long and hard, and came to be the conclusion that the answers were yes to both questions! That left the question: Did I need some extra thrill to make the sex really good? Was that how I was going to choose a potential life partner? Was sex that important? The answer was no, it wasn't key that the sex be wonderful; if the man himself was wonderful, good sex was enough. Still, the big question, for me, was could I ever have over the top wonderful sex without these extra props of incest, or being watched? It was an interesting question. My first test was with Rick. We did the deed in a spot with a high risk of being caught. We weren't caught, but the sex was over the top. I concluded risk was enough; we didn't really need a voyeur. That was encouraging. There was a final step. Scott wanted sex, and I had fallen for Scott, big time. Rick and I were dating less frequently, as my affection for Scott grew exponentially fast, and my love for Rick withered away on the vine. Rick began to date Mary Beth, and that doomed out relationship. I heard that Mary Beth not only sucked and fucked her dates, but she let them do her in the ass. Rick was infatuated with her. I was not going to put out for Rick after he had taken Mary Beth up her ass. Rick became history. The worst part of it all is that Rick didn't even seem to care. I wanted a guy to be upset if I dumped him, especially if I had been giving him everything he wanted! Rick should have been emotionally destroyed, or at least damaged, that I was gone from his romantic life. Losing me as his love, or at least his sexual partner, should have been akin to the burning of the library of Alexandria. It wasn't. Rick was so infatuated with Mary Beth, that he seemed to be nonplussed that he and I were finished. He ran to Mary Beth and took out his emotions, if he had any, on her sweet body. I was left wondering what had happened to our relationship, even if it was I who had ended it. I felt easily replaceable, just as my dear father's maxim predicted I would be. Maxim aside, it was nevertheless depressing. On the other hand, I was free of Rick, and free to see other men! Scott just happened to drop over during all this, and he invited me to dinner and a movie. You've got to love a man with timing like that! ** A year passed, and I received another Valentine card, a really pretty one, from 'a secret admirer.' It was identical to the one I had received senior year of high school. At the same time, I had a Valentine's Day date with Scott. Scott made an effort, and he drove me down to Indianapolis for a romantic dinner, and we then went to the art theater there, since he knew I loved European, American, Korean, and Japanese art movies. We ended up at Scott's apartment, making out on his bed, with the famous one-way mirror on the wall, right next to us. It was that mirror Scott would hide behind to watch Dante and me do the deed. "Since you're right here with me, you can't be behind the mirror. I guess you can't have everything," I teased. "True, and I know how that turned out on, to have me watching," Scott said. "Right you are," I confessed, for the first time. Scott then entered me. He didn't fuck me; he made love to me. It was a perfect fuck, and I realized as he fucked me, that it was the first perfect fuck of my life. There was no incest, no voyeur, it was just Scott and me, and it was wonderful. "Scott, I love you," I said, as he pumped away. "I've always loved you, sweet Angela," Scott said, as he gave me a particularly strong thrust. "What about all those other girls you laid in high school, and now in college?" I asked. "They were fun, and practice so that I could give you my best," Scott the romantic said. "Did any of them give you an STD?" I asked, as Scott fucked me hard, making me gasp with pleasure. Scott didn't answer my eros-killing question, he just fucked me without mercy and drove me to a spectacular orgasm. ** We continued fucking in Scott's bedroom every Friday and Saturday night for the rest of the year. Just after winter vacation, Scott asked me, "Do you ever imagine someone behind the mirror, watching us fuck, and wishing he were me, or she were you?" It was getting close to Valentine's Day, again, "What are you saying, Scott?" I asked. "Well, would it freak you out if one of our friends was behind that mirror, tonight, watching us as we make love?" he asked. This took me by surprise. I thought only Scott went into the small, dark space to watch. Now he was suggesting other people might be watching. My pussy tingled. "Have people been watching us, Scott?" I said, horrified at the idea, and yet at the same time, aroused. "Not yet. I've been waiting for Valentine's Day," he said. "Who would it be?" I asked. "Someone you know," he replied. "You're not going to tell me?" I asked. I knew he was not; I knew Scott all too well, at this point. "Someone I trust," Scott said. I never did find out who peeped on us that Valentine evening, as Scott drove me to heaven with his cock. It was just after he shot his load inside me, however, and I had the climax of all climaxes, that Scott proposed. When I said yes, whoever it was behind the mirror applauded. I never did find out who it was! I always wondered, whoever it had been watching us, if he or she had attended our wedding, enjoying the memory of our naked coupling as Scott and I said our vows. It was the most amazing Valentine's Day present a girl like me could have received. ** Several years later, as I was lost in my own world checking Facebook while sipping coffee in a café, Bob Ferguson found me. It was the first time I'd seen him since the wedding. I was happy to see him, and instantly asked about Michelle. I was pleased to hear they were still happily married, and I confirmed my ongoing marital bliss to Bob. After those relatively standard formalities, we began to discuss our friends in common, and we inevitably drifted back to our high school times. Bob managed the impossible, and I was impressed. He managed to ask me, delicately, if I still enjoyed exhibitionism, and he confessed his unrelenting attraction to being a voyeur. Indeed, he only rented apartments in New York (where we both lived and worked) if the prospects were good for peeping on some women in various states of undress. "Old habits die hard," I quipped. "Well, it's because of you I have the habit," he replied. "Because of me?" "Don't be coy, Angela. You flashed all the boys at summer camp after your morning showers, and more than a few of us developed crushes on you. That time you went braless in the dining tent still lives in my memory. Then when you followed up in your bedroom ..." I cut him off. "Okay, okay," I said. "You've made your point. You know how it is when you're young; those days were long ago." "They were fun, though, weren't they?" Bob asked. "Yes," I admitted, "They were fun." "Say, whatever happened to that stud who was always coming to town to lay you, back in the day?" Bob asked. "He was Dante," I said, and I almost slipped up and said, "Uncle Dante." "Yeah, what happened to Dante?" "Oh, he's around. I see him from time to time, mostly at family functions," I stupidly, stupidly said. Bob is nobody's fool, and I could actually watch the mischief entering his eyes. "He's your cousin, isn't he!" Bob said, and it wasn't a question. "You had incest with your cousin? Angela, you little minx!" "No, he's just a friend of the family. It's a long and complicated story," I said. "Tell me, we have time," Bob said. "I'd rather not," I replied, as my mind went into overdrive. I ended up telling him a long and convoluted story about how our family and Dante's were friends, and it finally exhausted both Bob and myself. Bob had a strange look on his face. I felt he had been undressing me in his mind as I recounted my long, fabricated story of Dante, my occasional incestuous lover, but there was something else he was remembering, something for the life of me I couldn't figure out. Suddenly, I began to wonder. I had told my hubbie Scott about how Bob had peeped on me in high school, and how it led to him and Michelle hooking up and later marrying. Scott gave me the third degree, wanting to know if Bob ever extorted sex from me, due to the pictures he had, and no doubt still has to this day. I denied it repeatedly, but finally, I had to admit it. Bob extorted a date from me. At the end of the date he drove us to Cherry Hill, and since it was a weekday, he had me alone in the traditional teen make-out spot. Many a girl had been deflowered at Cherry Hill; it was practically a tradition. Bob quickly undressed me to the point I was naked in the backseat, and in exchange for never revealing his pictures of me, ever, I caved, and gave my body to him. I didn't tell Scott, but what Michelle had told me was true: Bob was a sexual Don Juan. It was the best sex of my life, and still is, to this day. After I confessed about my shameful deed back in the day, I asked again who it was who was watching us consummate our marriage? After all, the applause of the anonymous voyeur turned me on to such an extent that I practically raped Scott for a second post marital consummation. My orgasm, spurred on by having an anonymous voyeur, was over the top. "Please?" I asked Scott. "No, I promised never to tell," he replied. "I just confessed to you how the evil Bob Ferguson extorted sex from me, back in high school! You can at least tell me who the voyeur on our wedding night was," I said. Scott looked at me thoughtfully. "Our wedding night voyeur told me he had always had a crush on you, but he wished us happiness, since thanks to you he had found the love of his life," Scott said, and that was enough. I knew. I finally knew who it was who applauded, from behind the one-way mirror as we consummated our marriage. "Thanks, Scott," I said, and we kissed.

A girl goes to work for her Stepbrother by Vanessa Evans Part 03 By then we were just going out of the back door. We walked over to where Ben was hoeing a flower bed but had stopped when he saw us approaching. I was brave and kept my hands by my sides. “Ben, meet Olivia, Olivia, Ben. Olivia is my Personal Assistant who is also living here so you will probably see a lot of each other from now on.” “Aargh, nice to meet you young miss. You look like you’ll be doing more than working for Noah, just let me know if you need me to do you for anything for you. I’m quite good at fixing things.” “Oh right Ben, thank you, I’ll remember that. I’ll try to not get in your way while you’re working.” I said. “That’s okay miss, it’s a pleasure to see you, young Noah has been looking a bit lonely lately. By the looks of you he should be a lot happier from now on.” “Thank you Ben,” Noah said, “I’m sure that you two will get along just fine.” Noah and myself went back inside and I said, “Did you listen to the words he said, everything seemed to point to him looking at me.” “Yes, I noticed that as well but don’t worry, Ben is harmless, you could fuck yourself with your new dildo in front of him and he wouldn’t touch you. Talking about dildos, we’ll get all of yours out and play with them later.” “Hmm, that sounds like fun. Getting back to Ben, do I take it that you want me to use my dildo in front of him? You’re not expecting me to let him fuck me are you Noah?” “Relax Oli, there’s no way that Ben would ever try to rape you, he’s way too harmless.” “But you want me to let him see me masturbating and using my dildo on myself. It’s like you want me to show my body to every man that I see.” “Ben yes, as I said, he’s harmless. Other men, not every man, those that I tell you to, those that come here, and accidental exposures, that’s all.” “The way you are wanting me to dress those 3 categories probably cover 99% of the male population of the country. Next you’ll be telling me to post photographs and videos of me on the internet so that anyone in the world can see me naked and playing with myself.” “Already thought of that and you’ve agreed to do that, but let’s let things settle a bit before we go down that road, you’ve already had quite a few changes in your life this week.“ “That’s true, if anyone had told me one week ago that I’d be doing just about any one of the things that you’ve had me do I would have told them that they needed medical help.” “You have come a long way Olivia and that makes me really proud of you, and it tells me that you are capable of so much more.” “There can’t possibly be much that you haven’t already made me do.” “I wouldn’t say that, I’ve got a few ideas. Now get out there and improve that tan, and rub one out for Ben. It might make him be a bit more punctual.” I did just that. It took me a while to find the courage to play with myself but I’d followed Noah’s instructions to sunbathe with my legs wide open and the more I thought about what Noah wanted me to do, and the fact that Ben kept looking over to me, made my arousal level increase and my reservations fade. I must admit that it was nice masturbating watching Ben watching me and I was disappointed when I thought I heard the doorbell ringing. “Not another one,” I thought, “another man to see me naked.” I was just about to bring my legs back onto the sun lounger to sit up and get off it when a delivery guy appeared round the side of the house. When he saw the naked me he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at me. Meanwhile I got up and went towards him. “I’ve got a delivery for you. I, I err, normally leave things in your safe place if there’s no one in.” “That’s okay, I’ll take it.” “It’s a bit heavy.” “Could you bring it into the kitchen please?” The man followed me inside and I guessed that he was looking at my butt as we walked. I then had to sign for it which gave the man a close up view of my front. Whilst he was getting ready for me to sign I felt my nipples and pussy tingle. “Was I really getting turned on by this man looking at me?” I thought before taking the clipboard and signing. The man left and I looked at the box. If the printing on the side was correct it was my sewing machine. I went up and told Noah who told me to open it and read anything that I needed to before plugging it in. The package that the postman had brought was the reels of cotton that I would need so I would soon be ready to start shortening the skirts and dresses. I took the instructions manual outside to read, raising the back of a sun lounger and sitting with my knees up to prop the manual on. It was only when I saw Ben keep looking over to me I realised that my pussy was exposed and that that was what he was probably looking at. My pussy was tingling and my clit throbbing as I went back to the manual. Fortunately, the manual was written in plain English and by someone who didn’t use technical terms and the majority of it made sense. About 30 minutes later I noticed that Ben was stood at the foot of the lounger and when I looked up at him his eyes were a lot lower than my eyes. “Just to let you know that I’ve finished Miss and I’m off now.” “Okay, thank you Ben.” I replied. After a few seconds pause Ben turned and walked round the side of the house. I just lay there for a while thinking that I couldn’t make up my mind about this being naked all the time. On the one hand it isn’t something girls should be doing, but on the other hand it is exciting and I’ve never been so happy since I came down here. Noah is full of surprises. The embarrassment and humiliation was the same, something that girls shouldn’t have to endure, but it’s also so exciting and my pussy thinks so as well. It must have leaked gallons of my juices since I got to Noah’s place. I didn’t make any conclusions of my thoughts but I also didn’t decide that I was going to quit, cancel my contract and ask Noah for the money for me to get a bus back to mum’s house. I decided to just keep going and think about it some more some other time. I also wondered why my right hand kept going to my pussy for a quick play when I was out on the sun lounger. I wondered if my pussy juices had some UV protection and I was subconsciously rubbing it on my pussy to stop me from getting sunburnt there. After a while I decided to see if Noah was hungry and I went up to see him, carefully checking to see if he was talking to someone on a video call before I went into the study so that the chances of me being seen my one of his contacts were minimal. He did so I went and prepared a meal. As we were eating Noah kept asking me questions about how I was and what I was feeling. I managed to assure him that I was okay. The Noah said that it was time to check out my new PPE. “PPE, isn’t that what they wear in factories and hospitals?” I asked. “Yes it is but PPE is also Pussy Pleasuring Equipment so as soon as you’ve cleaned up go and get what I bought you and bring it outside. Ten minutes later I was disturbing Noah who was sat on one of the sun loungers. I think that we’ll start with the smaller objects first Oli, get on your back on the lounger, lift your legs as high as you can then spread them as wide as you can. I did, and I watched as Noah slowly pushed the first of the two silver balls into my vagina. “It’s cold.” I said. “That’s because it’s made of stainless steel. Don’t complain or we’ll keep them in the freezer then insert them.” “What is it supposed to do? Because it’s doing nothing. I can feel it but that’s all.” Noah didn’t answer me, he just picked up the second one and pushed it in. “Now stand up and go for a walk.” I did, just over to the pool and back Then I said, “I felt a little banging but I’m having trouble keeping them in, they want to slide out of me.” “There’s 2 reasons for that, firstly you need to use your vaginal muscles to keep them in and I bet that you aren’t; and secondly, you vagina is leaking so much. Go for a longer walk this time, to the front gate and back.” I did, concentrating on using me vaginal muscles to keep the balls in me. What I did notice was that the banging was more frequent and feeling nice. When I got back and told Noah he said, “Good, that’s what they are supposed to do. Apparently, if walk about with them in for long enough you will have an orgasm.” “Nice.” I replied. “Practise wearing them Oli, see how many times one drops out. Remember, the objective is to keep them in, “And to cum.” I added. “Yes, but don’t try to force an orgasm, just let it happen. Now comes another interesting bit, getting them out. Apparently, girls can use their vagina muscles and squeeze them out. Give it a go Oli.” I tried and I tried then said, “I think that I’m going to need some practise Noah.” “Okay, come closer and spread those legs.” The next thing that I knew was that Noah’s fingers were inside me and delving around. “That’s nice.” I said just before I felt empty. Then Noah opened the packaging of the dildo. “That looks awfully big.” I said. “You pussy will stretch to take it Oli, don’t worry. Here, hold it, feel it, squeeze it.” “I like the balls on it.” I said as I felt it, then held the end to my vaginal entrance and gentle pushed. It was a strange feeling but Noah was right, my pussy did stretch and soon I was fucking myself with it. Noah let me do that for about 30 seconds then took it from me saying, “This egg shaped vibrator will allow me to tease you whenever and where ever we are, providing that I am close to you Oli, its advantage being that there is nothing visible saying that you are wearing it.” “Or me when you are not around Noah.” “True, and you can even go swimming wearing it. We might go to the local leisure centre with you wearing it. Come here and let me insert it.” I did, and it felt big as it slid inside me. “That feels nice Noah, I could get used to wearing this just about anywhere.” “You may just do that, or the other vibrator that I got you. Try this one for starters.” Noah turned on the vibrations and a contented smile came on my face. “Not only does the size of it feel nice but the vibrations feel nice as well, really nice, I’ve never felt anything like it before and I could definitely get used to this all day long.” “Too much of a good thing becomes not such a good thing. You can play with that later Oli. Now for the main event, go and get both your phone and mine, it’s in the study.” I did, and when I got back to Noah he had the pink, onion like thing in his hand, complete with a flexible stalk. Noah gave me some instructions and told me to follow them. The vibrator was on the lounger and as I pressed the button for the first time it started vibrating. I was startled and jumped back a little. “It does that inside me” I asked. “Yep, and there’s more, keep pressing and see what happens.” I did and it started almost dancing around the lounger. “Good, now pickup your phone and do what I’m about to do on mine.” I did, and soon I was controlling the vibrator with my phone. Then Noah started playing with his phone and after a couple of minutes the vibrator started dancing again. “Good,” Noah said, now I can control it from anywhere. “Put it inside you and let’s see what it does to you.” I slowly eased the onion into my vagina so that just the tail was sticking out. “That makes me feel as full as the dildo does. Have you switched it on yet?” I saw Noah move his fingers on his phone. “Oh, oh ohhhhhhh, that’s nice.” I watched Noah’s fingers moving and the intensity of the vibrations increased. “Oh jeez. I hope that’s at the max.” “No it is not.” Noah said and vibrations increased.” My whole body was shaking, even my little tits. My right hand went to my pussy, not to cover it but to grab it to try to decrease the vibrations but Noah was in control of me. I was glad that I was stood up because my feet wouldn’t stay still. I was dancing about grabbing my pussy and holding my left arm over my tits. “Oh gawd, please, ohhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, no, yes, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, I, ohhhh, I’m, ohhhh, cuuu, ohhhh, arrrrggghhhh, ming.” I dropped to my knees then onto my back and my body was still jerking about, and the vibrator still felt like it was dancing about inside me but Noah didn’t turn the vibrations off. He waited until I’d cum a second time which left me drained. I just lay on the grass unable to either say anything or move anything. Noah came over to me and knelt beside me. He bent over and was coming to kiss me when his hand touched my clit and I gasped and had a mini orgasm. That over he did kiss me then he sat next to me holding my hand. After about a minute his hand went to my clit again and I had another after shock mini orgasm. More minutes later I looked up at him and smiled. I was about to say how wonderful that was but he beat me to it by saying, “Shall we get your nipples and clit pierced Oli?” “No Master, not my clit please. I like it as it is and sticking something through it might mean that I loose some sensitivity. My nipples okay I think that I might like having something hanging from them.” “I wasn’t actually meaning your clit, I meant your clit hood which has looked pretty redundant since you got here. Maybe we should look into getting a ring for your clit, it’s big enough and a ring might keep the blood in it more and make it look even bigger.” “That could be okay, can we look to see what’s available and decide then? But my nipples, lots of girls have them pierced so I doubt very much that they would have had them done if they lost some sensitivity.” “You’re right Oli, I’ll find out where we can get them done.” “Thank you sir.” “Olivia, you don’t have to call me Master or Sir or even Boss as often as you do. Ill be happy with Noah.” “Thank you Noah. Can you turn the vibrator up again please, it makes me loose control of myself.” “No Olivia, take it out, I have to be up early tomorrow to go to London and I want to give you a good fucking tonight to give me something to remember during my long journeys. And that’s what we did. During one of the short breaks Noah told me what he wanted me to get done whilst he was away. ***** When I woke up I was alone in the bed. I shouted for Noah but he had gone. It was yet another glorious day so I decided to go for a swim first. What a refreshing way to start the day, a naked swim. Bathroom and breakfast over I went through my list of what I had to do for the day, but the first thing that I had to do was put my remote controlled vibrator in, just in case Noah decided to tease me, maybe he’d do it when he was on the train or in a boring meeting. Anyway, I wanted to get prepared for it. Then it was my sowing, I took a tea towel from the kitchen to practice on as I got used to the new machine then got to work shortening all the skirts and dresses to the length that Noah had told me. As I finished a skirt I tried it on and just knew that I’d have to be careful when I was wearing it, well all my skirts from now on. I no longer owned a skirt that is more than a few centimetres lower than my bum or pussy. I had a few naughty thought as I thought about that, and then another thought, “Jeez Olivia, Noah HAS turned me into an exhibitionist,” and I felt a wet rush. I kept on sewing until I’d done them all. I just hoped that Noah liked what I’d done, that they were short enough. I was just about to take a cup of coffee out the back when the doorbell rang. I didn’t even think about me being naked, or having the pink tail between my legs as I went to the door. Opening the door I saw a different delivery guy and the smile on his face told me that he liked looking at the naked me. The thing was, I didn’t feel at all embarrassed by letting him see me, in fact it was a bit of a turn on. I put the box to one side so Noah could open it later but I guessed that it was the Laser Hair Removal Tool that Noah had ordered for both of us, then I went out the back where I soaked up the sun. I’d intended to be there for about an hour but after about 45 minutes I got one hell of an unexpected shock. I should have expected it because Noah told me that he might switch the vibrator on but I was just so relaxed and not thinking about my pussy. I almost fell off the lounger before realising what it was that was suddenly turning my insides to jelly. Noah tormented me for about an hour during which I orgasmed twice. If anyone had seen me dancing about and nearly falling off the lounger numerous times, they would have thought that I was having some sort of fit. Then the vibrator switched off and I was left to get my breath back for a couple of minutes. My phone rang and it was Noah telling me that his train wasn’t far from the station and that he’d ordered a Chinese takeaway for our evening meal and that he should be home before it arrived. The last hour had left me covered in sweat so I ran upstairs to have a quick shower, I didn’t want to hug Noah smelling of salty sweat and suntan lotion. It was a quick shower and I was back in the kitchen getting plates out and expecting to hear the garage door open or Noah walk in but no, the doorbell rang. “Noah has set me up again.” I thought as I went to the front door to take the Chinese delivery. I was right, but the delivery guy looked creepy, he didn’t look Chinese and he didn’t sound Chinese so I guessed that he was just and employee of the Chinese which is unusual as they usually keep it in the family. Anyway, not only did he look creepy but he sounded creepy. As he looked at my naked body he said, “I like the 2 things hanging from your pussy.” I was confused, I still had the vibrator inside me so that was one thing, but 2? Then I realised that he must mean my clit, was it really so big that he could see it as he stood in front of me. I needed to ask Noah. Then the vibrator burst into life at full intensity. “Sugar.” I said as my left knee came up and squeezed my legs together. I was struggling to stay something like still as the man said, “Someone just switched you on?” “Yes, err, could you, err, take it, err inside, err, for me?” I somehow managed to lead the man to the kitchen and he put the bags on the table as he was staring at me doing my best to keep still and not really succeeding, I saw his creepy face and started to wonder if I was safe. He could easily have raped me right there and then, “Please Noah, where are you?” I said to myself. My prayers were answered as the door opened and in walked Noah. “Your Chinese sir,” the man said, “the lady asked me to bring the bags in for her. She seems to be having some sort of fit, I was just about to call for an ambulance.” “She’s fine thanks, thank you for bringing the bags in.” “I’ll be on my way then.” The man left and Noah turned and looked ta me. I was still shaking about and I saw Noah smile then turn the vibrations off. “He was creepy.” I said. “Sorry Olivia,” Noah replied as he came and gave me a hug. “It was a Chinese that I haven’t used before, I’ll stick to the one that I know next time. I knew that you’d like to be dancing about while answering the door. Shame about the creep, I’ll make it up to you after we’ve eaten.” As we ate I told him about my day and I asked him about his although I didn’t understand much of what he said. I told Noah what that creep had said about my 2 things sticking out of my pussy and asked if my clit was really that big. “Well,” Noah replied, “It’s definitely bigger than all the other girls that I’ve seen but it’s not obscenely big, it’s about the size of the end of your little finger and because your pubic bone is more pronounced than a lot of girls your clit is more obvious than most girls. I think that your whole pussy looks amazing and I’m going to lick and kiss and chew it until you think that you are about to die when we go to bed. Then he took me out onto the front lawn and we fucked where anyone passing would have seen us, except that the chances of anyone passing were virtually nil. Afterwards I modelled all the clothes that I’d shortened and Noah was pleased with my efforts. Then he asked me where the package that had arrived was. We went to the lounge and I got the package. It was the Laser Hair Removal Tool and we spent the next 30 minutes or so zapping the hairs all around my pussy. Then I reminded him that he’s said that I could use it on him. It took a lot longer to trim then shave then laser Noah’s pubic region, probably because he kept telling me that I was hurting him a little and I had to keep kissing and sucking him to take the pain away. Well that was my excuse. Finally, 2 bald pubic bones met as I rode him to another double orgasm. As we lay there recovering, Noah told me that we were going into town the next morning to get the sports clothes that he had forgotten about the last time we were there. I asked him if I could wear more than just one of his shirts this time and he told me that I could wear one of my new, shortened summer dresses. Then it was to bed, one more fuck, then sleep. ***** I’d rolled onto my stomach during the night but that didn’t stop Noah from fucking me to wake me up. He spread my legs and entered me from behind. When I said ‘good morning’ he replied, “I love that your pussy produces lubrication 24 hours a day.” “If you’re going to be doing this to me every morning I’m pleased that it does as well, but it’s your fault that it does, it didn’t before I came here.” “Another plus for you then Oli.” “And I love the feeling of your bare pubes on me as well Noah, please let me laser you again if any hairs start to grow again.” Noah agreed as he slowly went in and out as he continued talking, “Olivia, there’s 2 things that I want you to do for me. Firstly, I want you to write a sort of journal about everything that has happened since you left your home up north, and secondly, I want you to go everywhere in this house and try to bring yourself off on everything that you think might just do that, and that includes dry humping things like table corners.” “The journal isn’t such a problem IF you give me the time off to write it, I used to like writing stories at school, but dry humping and inserting everything that I find, wow Noah, that could take years, and if I try to get things like the bed posts on this bed inside me they could stretch me too far. I mean those acorn shapes are huge, I don’t know if I’ll be able to get one of those inside me.” “Tell you what Oli, find ant try 5 things a day and if you make a list of what you try and if you were successful or not we can go back to the ‘not’ ones later and try together.” “Okay, but it could take forever there are lots of things that could make me cum..” “You’ll need to start soon then.” After we’d both cum Noah got me to try to impale myself on one of the bedpost acorns. They looked huge but I was very pleased with myself when I actually managed it. A joint bathroom session followed with lots of hand work by both of us then we had some breakfast before driving in the open top sports car into town. Noah selected the summer dress for me to wear, a strapless one that has elasticated side panels to keep it up and a flat panel across my chest that Noah says ‘does my nipples justice’. By that he means that there are 2 dark bulges where my nipples are. Noah told me not to put the dress on until I had to get out of the car in the car park which worried me a bit as it would be easy for cars or lorries stopped beside the car to look down and see that I was naked. Thankfully, I didn’t see anyone looking at me. When I got out of the car and put the dress on I was a little worried that I’d shortened it too much because when I smoothed it down both they front and the back I could feel the flesh of my butt and my slit, well it was my clit that my fingers found first. Noah said that it looked okay when I wasn’t pressing the material against my body. I guessed that I would have to take his word for it but I did know that the pink tail of the vibrator was definitely visible. I just hoped that Noah would keep me safe. We had to go into 3 different sports shops to find a skirt that Noah liked. It had to be made of a lightweight, silky material, him telling me that he wanted it to bounce about as I ran or played a sport. In that third shop we also found a matching top that Noah liked, with a V neck and a size too big, Noah saying that he wanted to look down it when I bent forward. That just left the trainers. He wanted a good pair him saying that there was less chance of me damaging my joints. I wondered just how far he was going to have me running. He also bought me a pair of girly trainers to wear in the gym that he said he would be taking me to. Unfortunately for Noah, there weren’t many people in the that shop and he had no opportunities for me to flash my pussy to, or see me naked when he got me to try on the skirt and top that he bought me. Shopping done, Noah decided to take me to a fast food place for a bite to eat and he sat me where people could look under the table, him reminding me to sit with my knees well apart, and in that dress there was no doubt what I would be showing. I saw a few young men looking my way and I wondered if they knew what the pink tail was that was sticking out of my vagina. What I haven’t mentioned about that shopping trip was that it was mostly in a big shopping centre and Noah kept taking me up and down the escalators. What’s more he seems to have a knack of arriving at the bottom of them just before young men were about to get on. I just new that the young men going up behind us would be able to see my butt and pussy, especially as Noah stood in front of me and he told me to stand with my feet apart. One time I turned my head and saw a youth elbowing his mate and pointing at my butt. As we were driving home I asked Noah why he liked people seeing my naked body and he said that it makes him feel horny and the he just knew that I liked showing my body to men. My instant reaction was to deny it but I’d thought about it before and as I thought about it again right then I decided that I was coming to the conclusion that Noah was right. I was getting to the point that I would admit that I am an exhibitionist. Back at home Noah got me to shorten my new skirt so that it was as short as the dress that I’d worn that morning, and when I’d done it I thought that maybe I’d made a mistake and cut it too short. Noah said not to worry because I wouldn’t be sitting down in it. Then we enjoyed the sun for a couple of hours before we had to get ready for Noah’s Round Table Summer Ball. It took Noah longer to get ready than I did, just a shower, brush my hair, just a little make-up and a quick squirt of perfume. Noah had taken my vibrator out of me when we got back from town and put it on charge. As he pushed it back inside me he told me that he wanted it fully charged for the evening. After that it was just put my heels and dress on and I was ready. Noah chose the dress that has 3 split in the skirt part, 1 up each side right up to my waist and the third up the middle at the front up to my pussy. All very decent until I walk or spread my legs. The halter top part was the one with slightly wider triangles covering my tits. The Ball was at a big nightclub in the city and when the taxi got there a man was waiting to open the guests car doors. Noah told me to stay put until the man opened my door for me and I just knew that there was no way that I could get out of the car without giving him a great view of my pussy. Noah saw my concern on my face and as the man walked round the car Noah said, “Just do it Olivia, who cares that he gets an eyeful?” I was really going to reply, “I do,” but instead I smiled and when the door opened one leg went out and I slowly pulled myself out whilst looking at the man’s eyes. He didn’t see me looking because his eyes were looking way below mine. When I was on my feet the man looked up to my eyes, I smiled and thanked him. As I walked away I silently cursed myself, “Why am I thanking him for letting him look at my pussy?” I linked arms with Noah and we walked in, me knowing that anyone looking would be able to see my slit. probably my clit as well and definitely the tail of my pink vibrator. The happiness of being at such a do with Noah was over-riding any embarrassment for being exposed. The nightclub was posh with at least 2 areas (that I saw) for guests. We were led through a huge room with a stage, a big dance area, and seating all around the outside, to a much smaller room. It too had a smaller stage complete with poles and I wondered if we would see pole dancers. There was also a dancing area and quite a few tables all with place settings for guests to eat meals. About 50 youngish people were spread across the tables and a man approached us and asked Noah what his name was. We were then directed to a table. At that table there were 2 other couples that Noah knew, both looked to be in their late twenties. As the men introduced the women to everyone both women, Carol and Annie, commented on how nice my dress looked. By then I was just stood there so my slit and pink tail were hidden. I wondered if any of them had seen me walking up to the table, if they had and they looked at my crotch they would have seen everything. I was sat next to the partner (Tom) of Carol and he couldn’t take his eyes of my legs. He couldn’t see my pussy but he could see my bald pubes, more so because I remembered that Noah doesn’t want me crossing my legs. Anyway, conversations soon started and soon we were joined by another young couple. The wine came and everyone was getting along just fine although I was answering a lot of questions about my past and my relationship with Noah. Of course I didn’t say anything about the nudity or the sex, I figured that Noah would add those bits if he thought it was appropriate. About half way through the main course a photographer came round, I’d seen him at other tables taking photos of just about everyone and soon he was going round our table too. When he took a photo of me I heard Carol and Annie gasp a little but thought nothing of it and soon we were back to the eating and talking. Shortly after that Tom leaned over to me and said, “Nice pokies Olivia, just how I like them.” My jaw dropped for a couple of seconds then I managed to say, “Thank you Tom, but a gentleman doesn’t talk about such things.” “Then it’s a good thing that I’m not a gentleman.” I turned to Noah and asked him how his food was. As soon as the meal was finished people relaxed and all 4 guys at our table wanted to take their own photographs, only this time, of people stood up, with our partners and with others. I stood with my legs together so I knew that I wasn’t showing anything. Girls being girls, when one wants to go to the ‘powder room’, they all want to go, our chance to have a little girly gossip. As we were stood in there with some of us checking our makeup, Annie said, “Olivia, did you know that your dress becomes totally see-through when camera flashes go off?” My instant reaction was to look in the mirror to make sure that it wasn’t see-through right then. Okay my nipples were making pokies but that was all. “You’re joking right?” I asked. “She’s not,” Carol replied, “I could see every little curve and bump of your totally naked body and your vibrator when the guys were photographing us. Is it switched on?” “Oh my gawd, please guys, if anyone tries to take a photo of me will you stand in front of me please? It’s not see-through now is it?” “Relax Olivia,” Annie said, “We’ll look after your modesty and secret, your dress is obviously made of one of those material that goes invisible under bright lights and the lights in here aren’t very bright.” “Except for the camera flashes.” Carol added. “Thank you ladies.” I replied. When we got back at the table Noah was on his own on our side of the table so I could have a little private chat with him. “Did you know that my dress was see-through Noah?” “I didn’t know, but I thought that there was a chance that it might be.” “And you let me wear it knowing that?” “I wasn’t sure, and besides Oli, you like people seeing your naked body.” I started to deny it but then stopped myself. Noah was right, I’d already worked out that he was right ages ago. Then I felt the vibrator burst into life and I gasped. I looked at Noah and saw his phone in one of his hands. Thankfully, Noah set the vibrator to low intensity. “What are you doing Noah?” “Just warming you up a bit Oli.” “What for, we’re in public, you know lots of these people.” “I might want to take you into a quiet corner and fuck your brains out.” “That sounds nice.” I ‘endured’ the vibrations for the next 10 minutes or so, trying to join in the conversations then we hear someone talking through some loudspeakers. It turned out that it was the MC for the night. He was stood on the little stage and he announced that there would be dancing for an hour then a bit of Round Table business followed by a comedian for about an hour. After that there would be dancing until the early hours. As soon as the music started Noah took my hand and led me to the dance floor. It was strange dancing with a vibrator purring away inside me. One thing that I didn’t think about when the lights dimmed and the coloured lights started flashing was the white strobe lights that moved around the room. It was about 30 minutes later that I happened to be looking down at my front when the bright, white, strobe light moved over me and I saw that what Annie had said was right, for a split second I saw right through the dress material. I may have been showing a lot of bare leg right up to my waist as I danced, but anyone who looked at me when that bright, white light passed over me would be able to see everything. It was around then that I noticed that there were quite a few people around Noah and me who were looking my way. Noah was one of them and he saw the concern on my face. Leaning down to my ear he said, “Pretend that the dress is a nun’s habit.” I smiled and realised that that was good advice, but it wasn’t as easy as said, although the vibrator was getting me aroused and therefore not caring about any exposure. Two of the other couples at our table joined us and it was the guys who were facing me all the time. “Nun’s habit.” I kept saying to myself. Eventually, the dancing stopped and everyone went back to their tables, Noah sitting very close to me and his right hand between my thighs which were a bit wet because the vibrator was still making me feel good. Fortunately the Round Table business didn’t take ling because Noah’s little finger was stimulating my clit. Thankfully, he’d switched the vibrator off. Then it was the comedian, a man in his late twenties and he was good. He had the whole room in stitches which was good for me because it took my mind off my arousal and Noah had to remove his hand to clap. The man went on and on with the audience hardly stopping laughing. Eventually he stopped cracking jokes and got serious. He told us that as well as being a comedian he was also a bit of a hypnotist and was prepared to try to hypnotise some of the audience if anyone volunteered. Well Noah’s hand went up along with quite a few others but the comedian picked 2 people from near the front who he called up onto the stage. There was no watching a big fob watch on a chain as it swung in front of the ‘victim’ he used an app on his phone for them to stare at. What’s more, it appeared to work as the ‘victims’ did silly dances and made stupid noises. This went on for about 10 minutes then he took them out of their hypnotic trance and thanked them for volunteering. Then he asked everyone if they would like to see a young lady hypnotised in a more ‘age relevant’ demonstration of suggestive hypnotism. As everyone was giving him the go-ahead I should have realised what was going to happen, but I didn’t. When he asked for a young lady to volunteer Noah was the first of 3 men to get to their feet to volunteer their partner. Because Noah was first he was asked to bring his young lady to the stage. I was quite nervous as Noah took my hand and led me through the other tables to the stage to much applause from everyone. As we were getting close to the stage I heard the comedian say, “Wow, what a stunner, you’re all going to enjoy this.” We climbed up the few steps onto the stage and the comedian asked for our names then said, “You can call me Luke. Well Olivia, that’s a lovely dress that you have on, are you ready to be hypnotised?” “I don’t know, I’m nervous.” I replied. “There’s no need to be nervous Olivia, you are not going to be hurt in any way. As I said, it’s suggestive hypnotism so you won’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.” When he said that I saw him wink at Noah. Then he took Noah to one side and covered his microphone. I couldn’t hear what was said but Noah was smiling. Coming back to me he said, “Relax Olivia, I’m not going to make you do anything that you don’t really want to do and all along you will know what you are doing and you will remember everything afterwards. Now Olivia, I want you to watch the screen on my phone.” As the spinning spiral on the screen went round and round I stared at it and I found my mind going blank. After a couple of minutes the phone was removed and I just stared ahead. “Okay Olivia, tell everyone your name.” I did. “Now Olivia, you aren’t nervous now are you?” “No Luke.” “You will be answering all my questions truthfully won’t you Olivia?” “Of course I will, I never tell lies.” “Your nipples are making nice big pokies, you’re not finding it cold in here are you Olivia?” “No Luke.” “Did you forget to stick pasties on them or do you like people seeing them sticking out?” “I didn’t forget and I think that I must like people seeing my bumps.” “You like people imagining what is behind the thin material of your dress?” “Yes Luke.” “So you must be finding it arousing being up here wearing just that dress.” “Yes I do.” “I understand that you have recently moved down here from the frozen north, are you finding it a lot warmer in this part of the world?” “Yes I am.” “And you’ve started wearing a lot less clothes?” “That’s right.” “Have you started sunbathing naked Olivia?” “Yes I have.” “Did you find it exciting?” “Yes I did.” “Did it make you want to play with yourself?” “Yes Luke.” “Is it just at home that you’ve been naked Olivia?” “No, I had to get naked in clothes shops.” “And did strangers see you naked?” “Yes they did.” “That was a turn-on for you wasn’t it Olivia?” “Yes it was.” “You like the idea of taking your clothes off and letting people see you naked don’t you Olivia?” “Yes I do.” “And you like the idea of masturbating for them don’t you Olivia?” “Yes I do.” “Maybe later Olivia but from now on you will not be embarrassed by anything that you do will you?” “No Luke.” “So you are working for your stepbrother Olivia, is he a hard taskmaster?” “He seems to be a hard Master most of the time Luke.” I heard a few laughs from the audience. “Has he spanked you Olivia?” “No, but I’m expecting to be spanked at any time.” “You would like to be spanked soon then Olivia?” “Yes, Noah tells me that I might cum.” “You want to cum then Olivia?” “Yes of course I do, cumming is wonderful.” “And you want to be spanked on your bare bottom don’t you Olivia?” “Yes, I thought that all girls got spanked on their bare bottoms.” “Who told you that Olivia?” “The girls at school.” “Did you get spanked at school Olivia?” “No, it’s illegal.” “So I’m guessing that the other girls got spanked at their home.” “Probably, but one girl said that she got spanked by her gymnastics instructor.” “Did you see that?” “No, I was poorly that week.” “So you went to gymnastics classes Olivia?” “Yes I did.” “You would like to show us some of the stretching exercises that you did wouldn’t you Olivia?” “Yes I would, but my dress would get in the way and I don’t want to tear it., Noah paid a lot of money for it.” “You do know that there is a solution to that problem don’t you Olivia?” “Yes I do, would it be a problem if I take my dress off Luke?” “I think that it’s best if you ask everyone here Olivia.” “DOES ANYONE MIND IF I TAKE MY DRESS OFF? I shouted. I didn’t hear anyone objecting so I reached behind my neck under my hair and pulled on the bow holding my dress up. As it slid to the floor, revealing my naked body, I heard some gasps from the audience. Luke let everyone absorb the sight of my naked body for a few seconds then he said, “You’re wearing a vibrator Olivia, is it switched on?” “No, I didn’t bring my phone, but Noah has his and he can control it.” I saw Noah holding up his phone but Luke said, “I think that we’ll keep that pleasure for later. You were going to show us some gymnastics stretching exercises Olivia.” “Oh yes, you’d better step back Luke.” He did and I started doing the stretching exercises that I’d done in the gymnastics club after school. I didn’t remember them being so pussy revealing but there again, I wore a leotard at the school gymnastics club and there wasn’t a pink tail sticking out of my vagina. I wondered if I would have been able to do those exercises if Noah had switched it on. Five minutes later I stopped and was amazed that the audience actually gave me a round of applause. “Well done Olivia,” Luke said, “that was very impressive. You did enjoy displaying your pussy to everyone didn’t you?” “Yes I did.” “Now, where were we before you decided to show your pussy to everyone here? Oh yes, spanking, you said that you would like to be spanked.” “I did, I want to know if I cum whilst being spanked.” “Well you have to remember Olivia, that girls who do cum when they are spanked don’t cum every time and not every girl is so lucky, It depends upon the severity of the spanking, where they are, who they are with and how aroused they are before the spanking starts.” “So if you were to spank me now I wouldn’t necessarily cum?” “That’s right, so perhaps you would like some members of the audience to spank you to see if that increases the chances of you cumming.” “Would they?” “You had better ask them.” “WOULD ANYONE BE KIND ENOUGH TO SPANK MY BARE BOTTOM?” Quite a few men’s hands went up, and so did a couple of women’s hands. “Well Olivia it looks like it’s your lucky night. Instead of them coming up here why don’t you go down there and go from table to table and ask who would like to spank you.” “That’s a good idea Luke.” “And whilst you are down there some people might like to touch your tits and pussy, you’d like that as well wouldn’t you Olivia?” “That would be nice too.” “Off you go Olivia, I’ll wait for you over where Noah is.” “Thank you Luke.” I went down the steps that led from the stage and to the nearest table as Luke announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, you have all heard Olivia’s request and I hope that you will help her in any way that you can. Remember, my suggestive hypnotism does not make the subject do anything that they didn’t already want to do so there will be no repercussions at a later date. Olivia has already given you her consent in front of lots of witnesses, but can I request that you give her no more than 5 spanks each, we don’t want to be here all night. At the first table I again asked who would like to spank me and was pleased when 3 of the men there said that they did. I went to the nearest and stood in front of him and looked down at the seated, middle-aged man. His eyes were looking at my chest. He patted his lap so I lay over it and waited. As I lay there I looked around at the people all looking at me. I presumed that it was his wife that was sat nearby and she was smiling. His hand came to my cheeks, moved around for a second then disappeared. Then the first swat landed. As I’ve said before, I had never been spanked before so I didn’t really know what to expect but I hadn’t really expected it to hurt as much as it did. I yelped and moved my free hand to try to cover my butt, but another man’s hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it away. Four more swats landed on my butt in rapid succession before the men let go of me and I could get to my feet. My butt hurt but surprisingly not that much. “Who’s next?” I asked. I didn’t have to go far before I was over another lap. This time it was a younger man and his wife / girlfriend held my hands in a sort of gentle way as if she was helping me. The thing was, as I lay over his lap I could feel something hard pressing onto my stomach, it was either his cock or he had stuffed a dildo down his trousers. The other thing was that he eased my legs far apart so that the people behind me could see all of my pussy. The 5 swats that he gave me didn’t hurt as much but what I did notice was the physical shock of my butt being hit sent a bolt of something directly to my clit, and that felt nice. The next 4 men that spanked me were all gentler than the first man. Two of them got me to spread my legs and two of the let their hands linger and wander a little when they landed on my butt. It was the sixth gentle swatter that was more interested in groping my pussy than the actual spanking and after each swat I felt a finger go inside me for a second then the finger flicked my clit. As I stood up from that assault on my butt and pussy I looked at the man and realised that it was Tom from my table and he’d just fingered me. I looked around for Carol and saw her smiling at me. I smiled back. The next 5 swats were from a young woman not much older than me. They were quite gentle and so were her fingers as she toyed with my clit between each swat. By that time I knew that I was getting aroused and that my butt, which had not got to the point of me crying, was sending a very pleasant jolt to my clit each time that a swat landed. The next person to spank me was another young man, and he too was more interested in what he could do to my pussy than the actual spanking. I was starting to think that is wasn’t a spanking tour of the room but a pussy groping tour of the room but my pussy wasn’t complaining, and I guess that the people behind me each time that I lay across a lap and had my legs spread wide weren’t complaining either, nor the men whose lap I was laying across and pressing my stomach on their hard cocks and were fingering me. It was about the ninth lap that I was laying over that the man’s fingers finally made me cum, and it was an intense one that I hoped Noah was seeing and was proud of me. My feet rose so that my whole body was rigid and parallel to the floor. I know that I was screaming, “Yes, yes, yes.” But I wasn’t sure what else was going on, my brain was a little occupied. I do know that after the waves had rolled over me I vaguely remember the man saying something about me staying where I was all night and then me realising that the swats had stopped. I got to my feet and started looking for another man’s hand in the air when I heard Luke’s voice telling me that it would be a good idea for me to return to the stage. I was a little disappointed because I’d seen 3 men’s hands in the air. As I climbed onto the stage Noah put out his hand for me and I took it. He whispered that he was proud of me as I walked over to Luke who had got a chair for me to sit on. “Would you like to sit Olivia, or is your butt too hot and sore?” “It’s fine thank you.” I said as I sat, remembering to not cross my legs. “So Olivia, you did enjoy walking around the audience and getting spanked didn’t you?” “Yes I did Luke.” “Did any of the men finger your pussy whilst they were spanking you?” “Yes they did.” “Which ones? No, don’t tell everyone, you’ll make their wives jealous. Was it the spanking or the finger fucking that made you cum Olivia?” “I’m not sure.” “So you didn’t slip a hand under yourself and bring yourself off then Olivia?” “No, there was always something hard in the way.” I hadn’t intended that to be funny but a few people in the audience seemed to think that it was. “You did enjoy that orgasm didn’t you Olivia?” “Yes I did, I always enjoy orgasms, even the little ones.” “The problem is Olivia, only the people close by saw you cumming and all the other people missed out on that beautiful sight. Don’t you think that it would be a good idea if everyone could see you cumming?” “Yes I do, but if I tried to go to every table and someone made me cum I’d be so exhausted that I’d collapse.” “But there is another solution Olivia, one where everyone could see you making yourself cum.” “And what would that be Luke? “Well Olivia, you are sat up here where everyone can see you and there are spotlights on you.” “You want me to make myself cum right here and now?” “Don’t you think that that would be a good idea Olivia?” “I guess that it would, okay then.” Luke turned to the audience and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, it would appear that our beautiful young guest has decided that it would be a good idea to to show everyone how she pleasures herself. Just one thing before she starts, can Noah please confirm that the vibrator is not switched on, I’m sure that we all want Olivia’s orgasm to be 100% naturally induced.” I turned to look at Noah who took his phone out of his pocket and put it on the table in front of him. Luke then turned back to me and said, “Okay Olivia, give it you all.” Without the slightest hesitation or embarrassment I slid my butt to the front edge of the chair, leant back and spread my legs as wide as I comfortably could. Then my left hand went to my right tit and my right hand to my pussy. As I slowly started rubbing I looked out over the deadly quiet audience and realised that I was a bit nervous, not because of what I was doing, more from the expectations of everyone in the audience. I just hoped that they wouldn’t be disappointed. Anyway, as my hands got to work I soon forgot about my nerves and the tingling that had been in my groin all evening got stronger again. As I twisted and pulled on my nipples the little bolts of pain shot from my nipples to my clit which felt bigger than I had ever known it to be. I don’t know how long it took me to get to the point of no return, it could have been tens of minutes or tens of seconds but I heard myself say, “I’m gonna cuuuummmmmm. Ohhhh. Arrrrrrrrrr. Oh fuuuu. I’m cuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmming.” And my body went rigid on the chair, my left hand pulling on a nipple and my right hand cupped my vulva, my middle finger bent inside me and up alongside the pink vibrator’s antenna. When my body relaxed it started shaking with the occasional jerk when my thumb touched my clit. Just as I was starting to return to something like normal the vibrator burst into life. I looked over to Noah and saw Luke holding Noah’s phone and one of Luke’s fingers touching the screen. As the vibrations got more intense I got to my feet, my left hand pressed on my right tit and my right hand firmly cupped my pubic bone pressing on my clit and my middle finger just inside my vagina. As well as the vibrations doing whatever to my insides, my middle finger could feel them as it rested alongside the antenna not far from where it joined the vibrator. Those vibrations were going from my middle finger through my hand to my clit and it felt nice, really nice. As my body danced about my hands gripped whatever they could and my legs tried to clamp together to try to lessen the effects that the vibrator was having on me. Instead of the intensity of the vibrations going up and down they stopped changing and stayed on the most intense. My body just could not, not orgasm again although some people may not have been able to tell which part of my body movements was caused by just the vibrator or my orgasm. Hell, I don’t think that even I could tell. Luke, and probably Noah, were torturing me on that stage in front of all those people and there wasn’t a thing that I could do about it, except black out, and just as I was getting to that point the vibrations stopped and I managed to stay on my feet. Both Luke and Noah came over to me, Noah putting an arm round me to help support me. “Well ladies and gentlemen, I’m sure that you’ll agree that that was one hell of a performance, one that Olivia should really be proud of and one that I think she will remember for years to come.” After all the applause died down I realised that I had been smiling. I had enjoyed it, and yes, I would remember it for may years to come. I looked up to Noah and mouthed the words ‘thank you’. Noah gently squeezed my still very naked body. “Ladies and gentlemen, the last time that I did this suggestive hypnotism on a young lady her partner asked me to leave her with no concept of embarrassment or shame but Noah tells me that he likes seeing Olivia embarrassed so he has asked me to return her mind to it’s original state. However, when I was talking to Noah earlier he agreed to me leaving a trigger in Olivia’s brain that when a certain word is said Olivia will return to her current state of mind and embarrassment will be a word that is alien to her. Now, the question is, do you, ladies and gentlemen want me to return Olivia to her original state of mind now, or do you want Noah to use that magic word later this evening?” I was understanding everything that Luke was saying, and in a way I was pleased when the majority of people wanted Noah to have the control over me. Luke then came directly in front of me, got his phone out and set THE app running again. As I watched the spiral go round and round Luke said a few words to me then thanked Noah and myself for being such good sports then said goodnight to everyone. Music soon started up and Noah took me to our original table. On the way I asked Noah where my dress was and he told me that it was in his jacket pocket. I didn’t ask for it back and stayed naked for the rest of the evening. The other guys on our table bought couple of bottles of champagne and soon everyone was toasting me and my bravery. I guess that most girls sat there as naked as I was, would have been embarrassed as hell but Luke’s ‘spell’ hadn’t been cancelled by Noah so just acted like I was fully dressed. It was time for some ballroom dancing and I was happy that my mother had taught me the basics because all 4 guys on our table took it in turns to take me for a dance or 2 or 3 and I felt all 4 hard cocks pressing on my stomach. I enjoyed Noah’s the most because I just knew that as soon as we got home that cock would be inside me. Noah still hadn’t said that magic word before the evening came to a close, although he did tell me that the word was one that he could easily slip into a conversation and that he may have already said the word. I didn’t ask for my dress back and the queue of taxi drivers that were waiting to take us all home got a pleasant surprise as I walked out hanging onto Noah’s arm and feeling quite happy. I also saw the driver looking in his rear view mirror quite a lot on the journey, maybe more times than I realised because Noah was playing with one of my nipples for some of the time and my eyes were closed as my nipple enjoyed the attention. The taxi was slow driving off after we’d got out and I assumed that the driver was watching my bare butt as we walked down the drive. We went to bed almost straight away but it was another hour or so before we got to sleep. *****

A Closet Exhibitionist byHogwheels© A Closet Exhibitionist Ch. 01 "Hey! I'm home!" 'Shit, shit, shit,' I thought. I was kinda tied up at the moment my roommate decided to come home. Technically, I was handcuffed. I scurried across the room, grabbed my phone which controlled the vibrator in my panties, turned it off, grabbed the keys, got the cuffs off and threw them into my sock drawer all in what felt like under 10 seconds. "Miranda?!" My roommate called out, I could hear her taking her shoes off at the front door, "You home?!" "Yeah, just a minute!" I called back, unintended fear in my voice. She wasn't supposed to be back for another hour. I ran back to my bed to throw all of my toys in the chest at the foot of my bed. I just managed to close the chest as she entered the bedroom. I'm kind of a closet exhibitionist. I like putting myself in situations where I could get caught nude, or with a vibrator in my pussy, but I've never actually been caught, nor do I ever plan to. "Wow, I've never seen you topless before," she said. To my surprise, she walked over and put both hands on my breasts. "You're always complaining about how small your breasts are." "Th-um-" I studdered. I didn't let anyone see me topless. I always hoped my chest would grow out. They did a little in high school, but not as much as the other girls. "Sasha!" I finally managed to get out with irritation in my voice. "These are fine!" She said moving my breasts up and down like maracas. "They're tiny!" I retorted, throwing her hands away and turning to grab my clothes. "They're small hand handfuls!" She insisted, laughing. She walked over to the dresser, pulled out a new shirt and bra, and began to take hers off. It seemed like she just got done working out and was changing out of her sweaty clothes. She was currently wearing a sports bra and tiny jogger shorts that perfectly framed her ass and topped off just below her prominent hip bones. "Your handfuls are tiny!" I shouted back walking to the restroom to remove my vibrator I was hoping she didn't notice. "That's true," she smirked, then paused. She had tiny hands. "But trust me," she defended, "the guys will still love your breasts!" It didn't seem like she noticed. She would have brought it up. "So, our first semester at Soulman U and you're already ditching classes!" I yelled out. She didn't respond. I was just about to take my vibrator out when I faintly heard what sounded like the clasp on the chest at the foot of my bed. 'I forgot to lock it!' I ran back into the room and caught her just about to open the chest. "What are you doing! You know that's private!" Sasha laughed hovering topless over the chest, "ok, ok." She had the chest open a half inch, but respectfully closed it for my sake. I ran over and threw on the lock. "You gotta ease up Miranda. Honestly, when I got home, you sounded like you were scurrying to hide something. I'm wondering if it was in the chest." I hesitated, what do I say to that. It was really none of her business. I suppose I could've told her that, but I was not thinking straight. "Relax, I'm kidding Miranda!" she laughed. I took a moment, sat on my bed and took a breath. I was just about to go address the vibrator when there was a knock at the door. "Oh, that must be Anthony," Sasha said. I threw my clothes on quickly while she walked to the front door, still topless. "Sasha, you're naked!" I shouted, though she was still wearing her jogger shorts. "Nothing he hasn't seen before," Sasha said throwing the door open. Anthony and two other guys came in. I recognized one of them as Brad who we went to high school with. Everyone on the cheer squad used to have a crush on him. And he was still hot. Sasha threw her arm over her breasts, "oh my god, Anthony, you have to let me know when your bringing friends over." Brad and the new guy high fived each other after they saw Sasha struggling to hide her breasts. "You can't just bring over whoever you want, this is my place!" "Oh please," Anthony retorted, "you wouldn't care if you weren't topless. You shouldn't answer your door like that," he argued. In my opinion, they both had great points. Sasha came over and sat next to me on the bed, her arm still over her breasts, but in no rush to put on the top she removed from her dresser. The guys came over and found chairs or leaned on the wall. I was so distracted I completely forgot to address the vibrator. They started talking about something, but I wasn't really paying any attention. I was wondering why Sasha, who just complained about the guys seeing her topless, chose to remain topless. Was she enjoying this? "Hello! Miranda! You can stop looking at my tits now!" Sasha laughed bringing me back into reality. "Gosh, I expect them to do it," she said pointing at the guys, "but not you too." I looked over at the guys, their eyes fixed on Sasha's chest, except for Anthony who seemed irritated Sasha hadn't covered up yet. "So, we were just gonna head to the roof, wanna come?" Sasha asked me. We lived in a seven story dorm building. "Um, sure," I responded, wondering if I'd have an opportunity to remove the vibrator first. "Great!" Sasha stood up, turned her back to the boys, removed her arm from her breasts, and put on her skin-tight t-shirt that only reached an inch or two below her breasts leaving her ribs and her proud abs bare. She left the bra on the bed and her nipples were clearly poking through the shirt. Then they started for the door. I was becoming more and more sure that she was enjoying this. She was putting on a show for Brad. I unfortunately, didn't get a chance to run to the bathroom to remove the vibrator. At least it wasn't vibrating. The way the stairs worked in our building was that the set of stairs at one end of the hall went to the next story up and at the other end of the hall, the stairs went to the next story down. Whoever designed this building must not have been thinking very hard as it meant for every flight of stairs you traveled you had to walk all the way down each hall past every dorm. We lived in the middle of the fourth floor. I whispered to Sasha, "did you know Brad was coming?" "No!" She said abashed. She was black so it was hard to tell, but I think she was blushing. We got to the top and opened the door. Anthony placed a board under the door so it wouldn't close. "We discovered we could come up here a couple days ago," the guy I hadn't met yet explained to me. "No one ever comes up here... Sorry, I'm Carlos," he finally introduced himself extending his hand. "Miranda," I responded reaching for his hand. He took me by surprise and instead of shaking my hand, he kissed it. I attempted to hold back a giggle unsuccessfully. "oh! Well thank you my good sir!" I joked. "I like it when you call me sir!" He joked back. This time I laughed out loud and blushed hard. "You two stop flirting and bring the drinks over here," Brad shouted. Carlos had a box of alcoholic beverages and Anthony brought a portable table. Brad began to mix drinks for us. By the time the sun was down, the guys were tipsy, but Sasha and I were hammered. "Hey," Carlos shouted, "we need some music!" "I have the best collection of music on my phone," I shouted back, "it's on the table, the passcode is 2-6-3-6, go ahead and put something on!" I had some nude photos in the gallery on my phone, so I didn't usually give out the passcode, but at this point, I was drunk and knowing he could come across those made me somewhat horny. "Oh, you already have your playlist open!" My ears perked up. He hit play and my vibrator started vibrating in my panties to the rhythm of very sensual music. "Oh," I shot up from my seat, then ran over to Carlos, grabbed the phone out of his hand, turned off the bluetooth making my vibrator come to an abrupt stop and changed the playlist. I looked around and everyone was giving me odd looks. Carlos at this point snapped a picture of me looking ridiculous. Everyone laughed and things settled back to normal. Carlos brought a polaroid camera and took pictures throughout the evening. While Sasha was flirting with Brad, I was looking through the wacky pictures we'd taken with Carlos and Anthony. "You boys better not take advantage of our lack of inhibitions," Sasha joked way to loud and in her awkward drunken voice while grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing. She was obviously begging for Brad to take her back to his place. "Ok, I think that's enough for you," said Anthony grabbing Sasha's drink out of her hand. I was already a little horny after imagining Carlos discovering my nudes and my vibrator going off for a couple seconds. Sasha acting risque was only making me hornier. I still hadn't gotten to play with my toys today because she barged in earlier. "Maybe we should call it a night," I said hoping to get in a little personal time before bed. "That sounds good," Anthony agreed, trying to keep his sister from embarrassing herself anymore. Brad carried the things down to their dorm on the first floor. Anthony helped Sasha get down to her room. I kept insisting to Carlos I didn't need any help, but after he caught me tripping on the way down the stairs, he insisted on keeping an arm under my shoulders to give me stability. This only made me more horny. "Th-thank you," I stumbled over my words. "Thank you what?" He asked. "Oh! Thank you SIR!" I emphasized sir in a sexual voice jokingly. "Good girl," he responded petting my head. It almost sounded like he wasn't joking. We finally made it to the fourth floor and the guys left us to ourselves. "Hey Miranda," she whispered to me, "Brad rented us a motel room for the night. You know, the one across the street. I don't think I'll be back till the morning." "Why didn't you go with him just now?" I whispered back. "Because Anthony would kill us if he knew!" "Why are we whispering?" I laughed. "I don't know," she laughed back, "god, I'm so drunk. Well, here's hoping I don't regret this in the morning!" She waved her sexiest lingerie in the air as she walked out the door. Sweet, I have the room to myself! I don't have to sneak into the bathroom for a quickie, I can use all the toys I want here on my bed! I opened my chest, grabbed my electronic handcuffs, a spreader bar, a blindfold, noise canceling head phones, a ball gag, and my lockable panties. I already had a vibrator in my panties so I didn't need to grab one of those. Just then, I had developed the perfect idea. Carlos said no one ever went up on the roof, except for them of course, but they had already gone back to their room. I put on make up for my fictional audience and went up to the roof, placed a board under the door, and pulled my things out of my bag. There were some pipes on the outside wall of the stair well. I was only 5'3 and the only pipes were 6 feet up attached to the wall, so if I was going to handcuff myself to them, my arms would have to be over my head. I preferred that actually; having my arms raised over my head pulled my breasts up in a way that I thought made them look really attractive. It also thinned my stomach or over my abs which weren't visible otherwise. It was freezing outside. My nipples started hardening, partly because of the cold, but mostly because my body was already reacting to what I was about to do. I stood for a couple minutes mentally preparing myself, working up courage. I stripped my clothes off and walked to the edge of the building. I looked down, there were some boys still hanging out at the tables just outside the building.  All they had to do right now was look up and they would see me and my nakedness. My dark nipples on my smooth, light golden brown skin. My bush, shaped into an upside down triangle for my audience of three: me, myself and I. I stood there for a couple seconds breathing hard. Standing there in view if those boys was the most daring thing I'd ever done. But, what I was about to do would definitely top it. I started with the panties. The panties were super durable and designed to keep the vibrator pressed up against my clit. I turned the switch on the bottom of the vibrator to medium, positioned it perfectly on my clit, then clipped the lock on the panties. Then I addressed the spreader bar, placing the cuffs on my ankles. The bar spread my legs so far apart, it made me even shorter. My vibrator, electronic handcuffs, and noise canceling headphones were connected to my phone by bluetooth so the vibrations would raise and lower with the music and the handcuffs would open when the hour long playlist was over. I put my ball gag in, placed the headphones on my ears, brought the blindfold over my eyes, started my playlist (at half volume, full volume was too much for my pussy to handle), then placed my wrists in the cuffs. I had to stand on my tippy toes to reach. Before I knew it, I was enjoying the pleasures of the unknown. I couldn't see anything but the black fabric of my blindfold, I couldn't hear anything but the sensual music playing in my ears, and if I was discovered, I couldn't explain myself, defend myself, or resist their actions. It didn't take long for my body to get hot. I felt my clit grow hard against the vibrator, only sending me further into pleasure. I imagined seeing myself there, under the porch light of the stair well, glistening with the sweat, panting loudly in sync with the playlist only I could hear and someone discovering me. I shuttered at the thought. My body moved involuntarily, my hips twisting, my chest rising and falling with my breath, my legs attempting to close themselves, but kept apart by the spreader bar, almost fighting to get away from the vibrator, but no matter how my body moved, that vibrator was perfectly strapped to my clit. It wasn't going anywhere. I planned my playlist to have ups and downs to bring me to the highest bliss, then tease me with a light tingle. I had to remind myself not to moan too loudly. Those boys might still be at the base of the building. Finally, knowing my playlist backward and forward, the second to last song just started. It was my favorite song. Not because of the music, but because of how it made my body squirm under my vibrator. It was a six minute song, the longest on the playlist. I waited in anticipation through the silence between songs. The song started unexpectedly. It always took me by surprise, even when I tried to expect it. It was fast, and loud, and had a lot of base. This song brought me to orgasm so fast, I screamed out with no care for who heard. My body was rolling in orgasms, over and over, each one unique and exciting. It felt unending. The song kept going and the vibrator kept hitting all the right nerves. I couldn't catch my breath, even during the low parts of the song, the slow vibrations would catch me at the beginning of a new orgasm and keep me there. At this point, I didn't care if someone saw me. I was so weak and exhausted, my tippy toes couldn't carry me anymore. Finally, the song ended. I had one more song on the playlist, a slow song to bring me down. I was sitting through the silence between songs when I realized, the next song should've started already... But it didn't... I was sitting there in silence for what felt like a couple minutes. I finally decided to call out. "Hello!" sounded more like, "Hrm-mrph!" with the gag in my mouth. Then, my favorite song started to play again as loud as ever. Louder than before! It was at full volume! My pussy thanked me, but every other muscle in my body was begging for relief. I was in such a state of pleasure, I was barely able to wonder why that song had played again, when all of a sudden I felt someone unlock my panties, turn the switch on the vibrator from medium to high, keeping the vibrator in that perfect position on my clit, and replace the panties and the lock. The speed at which this vibrator was moving sent me to new sexual heights. I felt hands remove the gag from my mouth. I was now not only bucking and moaning and panting and holding back screams of ecstasy. I was fucking the air with my whole body and begging to no one in particular: "OH FUCK!... YES!... THAT FEELS AMAZING!... OH YEAH!... MORE!... PLEASE MORE!... OH MY GAWD!" My body began convulsing as I started squirting hard. My legs bending bringing my feet off the ground, hanging solely from my wrists. I had never orgasmed so hard for so long, or so many times in my life. Finally, the song came to an end again. I wondered if it would play again then I felt the hand again replace the gag in my mouth, remove the panties, change the setting on the vibrator back to medium, and replace the panties like he had earlier, leaving me in the same state he found me. The final song on my playlist played at half volume. I was grateful, both for the repeat of my favorite song and the relief of the final song. When final song ended, the cuffs released, and my body fell to the floor. My muscles were soar, my bones ached, my wrists stung, and my whole body was stiff. I don't know how long I laid there, or if I even remained conscious, but after what felt like an exceedingly long time, my body finally began to relax a little more. I stayed there wondering if my voyeur was still up here with me, watching me. My vibrator was still vibrating in my panties. My voyeur must've changed the setting to have it continue vibrating after the playlist. Though it was vibrating at a considerably lesser speed without the music playing, my body wouldn't completely relax until I turned it off. I pulled off my blindfold and sat up, looking around. There was no one there. Whoever my voyeur was, he's gone now. It almost made me wonder if there ever was a voyeur in the first place and I just imagined everything that happened. Then I realized, my clothes were gone, my keys were gone, my dignity was gone. What do I do? My roommate was out. Even if she wasn't I wouldn't want her to see me like this. I can't even get out of my spread bar, or panties. I went back to the stairwell to grab my phone. I couldn't turn off my vibrator without either removing my panties or using my phone. I entered my passcode and a message came up saying my code was wrong and I could try again in two minutes. Maybe I just put it in wrong. Two minutes went by and I tried again. This time it told me to wait five minutes. At this point, I was worrying my code had been changed. After five minutes passed, I tried one last time. Now my phone would be locked for a half an hour. I had to endure these vibrations for at least another half hour and that's on the off chance that my passcode happened to work. I turned around to grab my handcuffs off the pipe and saw a polaroid and note taped to the wall. I grabbed the photo off the wall. It was me, obviously orgasming, drenched in sweat, screaming to the sky, breasts exposed, nipples hard, abs crunched, legs bent hanging above the ground, and juices spilling out of my panties. The note read: Miranda, I appreciate the performance. I hope you don't mind, I took the liberty of moving your belongings. You can find what you need across the street on the table in front of the motel. You can keep the polaroid, I have more. I expect to see you here in the same fashion, this time next week. If not, you can find me in my room sharing your photos with my roommates and your's. Truly and sincerely, your Sir At this point, the combination of the vibrator and the knowledge of my predicament sent me into my first orgasm since escaping my handcuffs. I managed to keep myself from falling by using the wall for support, but the combination of pleasure, embarrassment, anger, excitement, and confusion all at the same time made thinking difficult. It finally occurred to me all the signs pointed to Carlos being my voyeur and I'd need to make my way down the stairs, through every hallway, and across the street without being noticed before I could end my predicament and get my clothes on. To make matters worse, I'd have to do all of this while enduring constant pussy/clit stimulation and with my ankles in a spreader bar... A Closet Exhibitionist Ch. 02 I looked over the edge of the roof. The guys that were hanging out there before were gone. I tried looking across the street for my clothes on the table. The trees were too thick to see through. I would have to start my trek downstairs before the hallways started filling with students getting ready for their morning classes. I grabbed my empty bag which originally had my clothes and keys in it and stuffed Carlos' note, my handcuffs, headphones, blindfold, ball gag, and phone into it. I made my way over to the stairs the best I could and started down. The spreader bar between my ankles made it extremely hard for me to go down the stairs as fast as I'd like. I had to go one step at a time. Each step brought new sensations to my clit keeping the vibrator at the forefront of my mind. As much as I tried to ignore it, I'm consistantly reminded of the vibrator and it's pleasures by my constantly convulsing pussy. By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, my juices were ready to explode. The longer I held my inevitable orgasm, the stronger the pleasure became. I looked forward, focusing on my mission. I had to waddle down the hall, past all the dorms, to the next set of steps. I attempted to cover myself with my bag, but it was heavy, and my arm became too soar to hold it in front of my body. Instead my arm fell limp to my side. I walked down the hall at full speed (which was not very fast), using my free hand to support my weight on the wall to relieve my weak legs. I made it about three quarters of the way down the hall before falling to the ground in ecstasy. My whole body quivering like I was experiencing an earthquake. I knew this was all built up pleasure. I bit my lip hard to keep from audibly responding to my body. When I finally regained my footing, I made my way to the end of the hall and reminded myself, I only have to do this six more times. That wasn't really reassuring though. Again, I took the stairs one step at a time. I made it to the bottom of the stairs when the nearest dorm room door started opening. I looked around for a place to hide and was relieved to see there was a pocket behind the stairs to hide behind. I heard two guys talking. I could vaguely hear what they were saying. It sounded like one of the guys lived there and the other one was just heading home. They had just finished playing... Videogames? My god, who stays up this late playing Videogames. They were taking forever! My vagina was bringing me back to orgasm, but I knew they would hear me if I did. Finally, I heard the visitor say his goodbye, but it was too late. Tremors worked their way through my body. I moaned loud and involuntarily, then held my breath as best I could. "Did you hear that," I heard one of the guys say. "Yeah, I think I heard it near the stairs," the other said. My pussy was still quivering hard while I held my breath. I heard the guy walk in my direction, then I heard him walk up a couple steps, turn around and say, "Hmm, nothing there." He must not know about this pocket under the stairs. Thank god. He went back in his room and the other guy walked away. After a while, I stuck my head out and the coast was clear. I noticed a puddle formed beneath me. The moment my legs were strong enough to carry me again, I moved on. I rushed out of the stair pocket and again started to waddle as fast as I could. I got to the stairs, made my way down and now only had 5 floors left. There was one door I could hear loud music playing through as I went, but no disturbances on this floor.  Finally, I was on my floor. Only a couple more steps to my dorm. It wouldn't matter anyway, I knew I locked my door when I left. I got to my door and attempted to turn the nob to no avail. Wait! The light is on! I could see it under the door and I thought I saw a shadow pass. Did Sasha come home? I began knocking frantically. I didn't want Sasha to see me like this, but it beat trying to make it across the street unnoticed. No one answered. Maybe it was my imagination. Maybe I did just leave the light on. I sat there for a moment, debating with myself. My bag was becoming a burden. If I left it outside the door, someone might discover its contents and wonder why my room had handcuffs, a blindfold, and a ball gag sitting outside my door. I continued down the hall without my bag defeated by hope. Just as I made it to the stairs, a door opened behind me. There was no hiding spot this time, so I took a leap. I landed on the platform where the stairs looped around, but my momentum brought me to the ground. Luckily, I was laying low enough in the stairwell that I was hidden from the hallway above. I crawled down the rest of the steps unfollowed and got to my feet. Third floor! The best part: I was pretty sure my body had gotten used to the vibrations. It still played me, but I felt like I could control it now. I made my way down this hall when another dorm room opened up. I couldn't believe how many people were coming out into the hallway at this time of night... or morning? Luckily, I was next to the showers. I walked into the shower room and hid in a stall. A couple seconds later, the door opened and I heard whistling and the sound of flip flops slapping the ground. They took the stall next to the one I was in and turned on the shower. As fast as I could, I got out of the shower and score, they left their towel on the bench. I grabbed the towel, wrapped it around me and waddled for dear life. I made it out, down the hall, and down the stairs. The second floor! There was a dude smoking pot sitting up against the wall on this floor. He didn't look like he was going anywhere soon. Luckily, I had a towel. I continued to waddle down the hall, past the guy, ignoring the fact that he was staring at me. "That's hot," he said nonchalantly, "I'll give you a hit for a peak." I didn't respond. I made it down the hall and again down the stairs. I finally did it. I was on the bottom floor. And the exit was right next to the stairs so I didn't have to walk down another hall. I took a moment and looked out the window. There was no one outside and no cars at the intersection. I had to make it down the walkway and across the street, hopefully without being noticed, but I had my towel for insurance, or so I thought. I opened the door, went outside and the door closed behind me. I started my walk, but someone grabbed my towel from behind and pulled. I was naked, again, but now I was officially in public. I covered myself with my hands and spun around to catch my assailant and saw... the door. My towel was stuck in the door. I tried to reopen it, but I didn't have my key card to get into the building. My key card was on my key ring. I would have to ditch the towel to continue. The intersection was about 25 yards down a concrete walkway bordered with benches and thin bushes that were too small to hide in. I managed to make it about halfway down the walkway, when a car pulled into the parking lot on the north side of the walkway. I immediately jumped behind the bushes on the south side of the walkway. I couldn't hide in them, but behind them, I'd at least get some cover. The car found a spot right near me. The headlights were shining through the bushes right onto my body. What if they saw me?! See me?! What if it's security, or worse, the police?! The car seemed to stay there for an obscene amount of time, engine still running, lights still shining right on me. I didn't dare move to risk getting caught if I wasn't already.  Finally, the car turned off, the headlights stopped shining through the bushes and the occupants got out of the car. They didn't appear to see me. They sounded drunk. They made their way, very slowly to the walkway. I still didn't dare move. One guy was so drunk, he was stumbling. The footsteps got closer and closer then they did the unthinkable. They stopped at the bench in front if the bushes right next to me. They didn't sit, they didn't call out to me, they just talked. "Man, you are so drunk," one guy said. "Hey, let's just wait here for a minute. Jake, take a seat," the female pointed at the bench. The one who was stumbling followed instruction, he must be Jake. I could see the back of his head as I laid there helpless. It sounded like they were gonna start leaving when Jake turned around and hurled over the bench near my toes.  The good news, it didn't get on me. The bad news, "Hey, guys!" Jake called, "there's a nakey lady back here!" I winced and covered my breasts as best I could, eyes closed. "Ok Jake, let's get you back to the room," The girl said. "Man you are drunk." They didn't believe him! Ha! They started to walk back to the dorms, I could hear Jake defending himself, "no, she was really there!" When I felt like the coast was clear, I got up and made my way to the intersection. I hit the button to cross. It was taking forever. I looked around and there wasn't a single car as far as I could see in any direction. Screw it, I crossed before the signal came. I was finally there, the motel! I looked around but didn't see a table. I walked all the way around the motel and finally found one at the back, with something on it! I was too far away to see what it was but it had to be much stuff. I hobbled over as quick as possible, giddy with knowing I made it. I got to the table and there was only a key card to motel room number 116. What! A motel room?! Was this Carlos' idea of a joke? It was the closest room to the table. I approached the door, then thought I should see what I'm getting into first. I hopped over to the window, leaned down to keep some coverage and peaked in. The room was empty. I opened the door slowly just in case. No one was home. With no other options, I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I was alone. I looked around the room for something Carlos might've left behind. Was he planning to meet me here? Where were my things? I found a note on the bed side table: Miranda, I place you're things in the closet. You better hurry. Who knows what could've happened in the time it took you to get here and in the time it takes you to get out of your bar and panties. Truly and sincerely, your Sir This made me nervous. What could he mean? What would happen? I made my way to the closet. It was a walk-in closet with louvers in the door made of wooden slats that allowed for partial visibility through the door. My keys were at the back of the closet, but still no clothes. I removed my spreader bar and panties finally giving my pussy relief from my vibrator. Then I heard someone outside placing a key card into the motel room door. I quickly turned off the lights in the closet and closed the closet door. The light in the room was still on so I could see into the room through the slats in the door. The motel door slammed open and two people making out stumbled into the room and fell on the bed. "One second," a female voice said through heavy breathing. She got up and closed the room door. Then turned back to the bed. I could just make out through the slats, it was Sasha! "Are you ready?" she asked Brad seductively. She began waving her hips like a dancer, hands together above her head. I couldn't believe my luck. They left hours ago! Why were they just now getting here? "Carlos took too long getting us this room!" Brad said as if answering my question like he could read my mind. "I've been ready for hours." He leaned forward, placing his hands on her waist, untieing the strings of Sasha's jogger shorts with his teeth. Her shorts fell around her ankles leaving her shaved pussy exposed. She wasn't wearing any panties. She placed her hands on his shoulders and threw him on his back. She climbed on top of him, grinding her pussy up his body until she sat straight up on his abdomen. She crossed her arms across her stomach and gripped the bottom of her shirt. She slowly raised her top up her body teasing Brad. The shirt, tight against her skin, pulled her breasts up until gravity pushed them out under the rim of her shirt. They bounced against her chest, and she threw her shirt across the room. She shook her chest making her breasts wiggle and jiggle. She brought her torso down so her breasts dragged across Brad's face, then grinding her pussy and breasts back down Brad's body, she began kissing his skin. First his lips, then his chin, neck, then down his shirt. Her hands made their way up his shirt across his abs then, she kissed his belt. She brought her hands down and began to unbuckle his belt, then his pants, then his zipper. He laid there passively, watching her, hands behind his head. She finally got his pants open then pulled them down his thighs. His penis already hard, flew straight up into the air as his pants were removed. His penis was huge. It was long, thick, and hard. I had never seen a penis before. It was so much larger than I'd imagined they'd be. How would that fit inside me. Sasha stared at it. I stared at it. It was alien to me. At first, I thought it was weird and disgusting, until I realized how hot it was making me. How could something so odd look so attractive? Sasha poked it in curiosity. "Are you a virgin," Brad asked Sasha. "Shut up!" Sasha slapped his chest. "Oh my god, you are!" Brad said in surprise. "Your whole slut persona is just an act!" Uh oh, that should piss her off... but it didn't. She looked embarrassed. Brad sat up, Sasha still on his lap. He kissed her, "It's ok, we'll do this together." He picked her up, turned around and set her down on her back so he was now on top. This time he kissed Sasha's body, working his way from her lips down the way she'd done to him. He paused at her breasts. He bit her nipple, "OH!" she jumped. "I'm sorry, did I bite you too hard!?" Brad asked in concern. "Don't stop," Sasha moaned. Brad continued without question. It occurred to me at this point, I was pinching my nipple hard. I wanted more than anything to be where Sasha was. I wanted to burst out of this closet, throw Brad on the bed and ride him hard. He made his way down to her pussy and wrapped his arms under her legs up around her pelvis. He starred at her pussy for a second. "You're staring," Sasha whispered. Her face went red with embarrassment and her hands covered her breasts, "No one's ever seen me before." The brave, confident Sasha that threw her clothes off and ravished Brad earlier was not the same Sasha lying here now. "I'm admiring undiscovered territory." Brad brought his mouth down on her and she immediately began to squirm, letting out giggles and moans. My hands were now on my pussy, one playing with my clit, the other pressing against my inner walls. I was breathing so hard I was surprised they couldn't hear me. I tried to conceal my breathing, but it just made it loud and irregular. "Oh Brad!" Sasha shouted, "RIGHT THERE! OH! RIGHT THERE! YES! YES! MORE!" Sasha was no longer embarrassed, she was obsessed. Her back arched and her arms flew out wide clawing the sheets. "OH~... SHIT... OH FUCK!" I could tell she was having an orgasm. This sent me into an orgasm of my own. It took everything in me not to moan or shout out. "Its my turn," Sasha said still on her back, now back in her confident voice. Brad took his shirt off so he was completely nude with her. He stood up revealing to me his whole body, unknowing to him. His cock was pointing right at me in the closet on the other side of the bed from him. It had a curve to it and his balls hung low beneath. His sack looked like a turkey neck to me. His waist, abs, chest, shoulders, and arms were solid muscle. Then Sasha sat up obstructing my view. 'Oh my god,' I thought, 'She's gonna do it!' Sasha pushed herself off the bed, got on her knees and was eye level with his penis. She grabbed it tentatively, and slowly began to stroke it. "Wow!" Sasha said, "this is so weird." She shook her head. Sasha was mentally preparing herself. She opened her mouth and moved it over his cock. She brought her face forward sliding the cock father in. I closed my eyes and imagined my lips on his cock. I started sucking on my wet fingers knowing I couldn't imitate the feeling of a cock in my mouth using my fingers, but it was the best I could do. As she got used to it, she began moving her mouth back and forth faster and faster. "There it is," Brad exclaimed. "Yeah, just like that," he instructed her, "keep going!" Sasha began bringing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Brad grabbed her by the hair and started guiding her speed and depth. Sasha was now gagging every couple of seconds, but she didn't fight it. She encouraged it. She spanked him a little bit every now and until, finally, he was literally fucking her face. He slammed her face all the way down on his cock then jerked his body still. Was he cumming in her throat!? I couldn't tell. After a second or two, he pulled her mouth off and she took a second to swallow and catch her breath. Breathing hard, She looked up at him with desire and said, "Fuck me!" "I thought you'd never ask!" Brad threw her on the bed again, took both of her wrists in one hand and placed them above her head pinning her down. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and rubbed it over her pussy lips, then rubbed it just inside her pussy lips. He set his cock up with her opening then slowly led his tip into her being cautious for her first time. I moved my hands down to my pussy again, ready to pretend Brad was doing to me what he was actually doing to Sasha. It took everything in me not to turn my vibrator on to please myself. "I've used a dildo before, my pussy is used to it," she assured him calmly, "I want you in me." He didn't hesitate. He slammed his pelvis into hers and she yelped in surprise. He kept his cock deep in her and asked, "you use dildos?" "Well, I accidentally happened upon one of-" she was interrupted by a new quick thrust in and out by Brad, taking her by surprise again, "Oh my god!" She caught her breath, "One of Miranda's dildos," she finished her explanation. Sasha has used my dildo! I was angry and embarrassed at the same time. She must've found my hidden spare key to the chest. Now, Sasha and Brad knew about my secret as well as Carlos. Beside, my dildo was considerably smaller than what Brad was packing and I only had one. "Wow, who knew Miranda was so kinky!" Brad laughed. He started thrusting rhythmically now, still talking as if nothing was happening. "How often do you use her toys?" "When- whenever- she's not, um- not home," she answered between heavy, erratic breaths, her mind struggling to stay in the conversation. "And what do you think about?" he asked, speeding up. "What do you think about when you masturbate? Do you think about me?" "~Oh~Yeah~," she moaned in ecstasy. "Does the thought of me get you off?" He sped up the rhythm more. "~Yeah!~ You get me off Brad! So hard! OH MY GOD, BRAD, OH MY GOD!" she was entering another world. He was now slamming into her pelvis to pelvis pretty fast. Even Brad now was now struggling to keep up his facade. My fingers were moving in and out of my pussy as fast as Brad was thrusting into and out of Sasha. I began moaning along with them. Simultaneously, the three of us entered into blissful mind exploding orgasms. They didn't appear to notice me as they were caught in their own little world of pleasure. Brad fell down along side Sasha, both of them breathing heavily next to each other. They looked eachother in the eyes, as if there were an entire world to explore there. I too laid down in exhaustion. It occurred to me now, I was no longer the subject of voyeurism. I was the voyeur. I could lie to myself by saying Carlos made me, but I chose to watch. Was this what it was like for Carlos seeing me? Did he masturbate on the roof while he watched me get off to my vibrator? "That was amazing!" Sasha said. "Yeah... Do you think Miranda would be interested in joining us next time?" Brad asked jokingly. "Oh my gosh!" Sasha slapped Brad's abdomen laughing. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," Brad laughed grabbing his abs where she slapped him, "...kind of." "Well," she responded seriously, "I'd be open to it, but even with her sex toys secret, she's no where near kinky enough to go for it." They laughed together. They were talking about including me, and it sounded like they were actually considering it. I wanted so bad to join them while I watched and of course I didn't because I couldn't get away with explaining why I was watching them naked in the closet. But, even if I could get away with it, I was far too embarrassed by my nakedness. I'd had only one opportunity in my life before now to have sex and I chickened out hard. I knew I had a body to be desired by men, but my heart beat so fast in embarrassment, I was helpless. I couldn't move and the opportunity passed me by. This might be why I enjoyed risking exhibitionism, because I was too afraid to let a man see me naked out right. "Besides," Sasha spoke up again, "I think I would be too jealous of any attention you showed her," she pouted. "I like it when you're jealous of me!" Brad flirted. Brad got out of bed to turn the light off. His penis hung awkwardly between his legs as he walked not quite hard but not quite flaccid, wagging with each step. I couldn't imagine how that didn't bother him. Guys must just be used to it. He casually walked to the light switch turned it off and then I couldn't see anything in the room. I heard the bed springs crunch as he got back into bed and the covers ruffle as they found a comfortable position to sleep together. After what felt like eternity, I had to be sure they were sleeping, I let myself out of the closet, cracking the door only enough to slip through. I could vaguely see them through the darkness, spooning. Then I noticed, Sasha was still naked! Her clothes were free for taking! Her top was hanging from the lamp and her shorts were under the chair near the exit so I went for her top first. I tip toed over to the lamp with Carlos' note, my spread bar, and panties in one hand and lightly gripped the shirt with the other. Not realizing it was somehow hooked on the lamp, the lamp seemingly in slow motion tipped over and fell to the ground, yanking her shirt with it, out of my hand. It crashed loudly and I saw Sasha and Brad bolt upright. "Oh my god, Brad, someone's in our room!" I heard Sasha yell with fear. Damn it! No time, I booked it out of the room still naked. The sun wasn't up yet, but sunlight was now peaking over the horizon. There were a few cars on the street, but I couldn't stop running. I couldn't get caught by Sasha or Brad. I did my best to cover my face so no one would recognize me just in case. I didn't wait for the light, I just booked it across the street. A car slammed on its brakes, honking, drawing more attention to me! More reason to keep running. I ran fast, across the walkway, up each floor, passing a girl on the second floor then a guy on the third floor who didn't realize what had happened till I was at the end of the hall. Finally, I made it to my room. My fingers fumbled with my keys, but I got my key in my door, got inside the room and slammed the door behind me. I leaned my back against the door like someone was going to barge in after me and I was the only thing keeping it closed. I closed my eyes to escape reality and catch my thoughts. My heart beating, lungs stressing, and mind wandering. 'I don't think anyone recognized me,' I reassured myself. "Miranda!" came a voice from in front of me. It was Carlos. My hands were quick to cover my nudity. "It took you longer than I expected." He was holding a red ball gag fiddling it between his fingers in one hand and he held my bag in the other. My chest was open at the foot of my bed and my clothes were laid out on top of my covers. I didn't respond to him. I couldn't respond to him. I couldn't move. My chest rising and falling from my breath was the only part of my body that was moving. I was petrified. "It's been a long night for you. A lot of excitement," he waited for a response. When he didn't get one he continued, "I left you a note with instructions to meet me on the roof same time next week... I decided I couldn't wait that long," Carlos explained. "You'll meet me on the roof again tonight, or rather, I'll meet you. Be up there at 8pm. Don't bring clothes, and I expect to find you handcuffed to the pipes again with your gag in and blindfold on." He tossed me the gag. I caught it not realizing I exposed my breasts to him by doing so. He walked up to me and I coward under him. He pinched my nipple making me wince. "I know I threatened you with blackmail in my note, but honestly, I think you're looking forward to it." He was right. My pussy was already getting wet in anticipation. He put the bag against my chest. "Use these," he ordered. He grabbed the doornob and I moved out of his way. He opened the door all the way then paused and looked at me. I looked to the ground in embarrassment. A couple seconds passed before I realized he was waiting for something from me. If he didn't close that door, eventually some passerby would see me naked. I scrambled to figure out what he wanted me to do. "Oh! Yes sir! Thank you, sir!" He left without another word closing the door behind him. As soon as he was gone, I fell to the ground in weakness. The truth was, if he didn't threaten me with blackmail, I certainly would not follow his instruction, but I was definitely glad he did, because I wanted this so bad and now I had no other choice. I went to my bed and saw he put all my toys away in my chest already, the only things missing were the things in my hands. I set my bag aside for tonight, put the rest of my things away and hopped in bed. I relieved my pussy one final time then fell asleep. The quicker I fell asleep, the faster 8 o'clock would come.

An English Girl in New York bycity_girl© I felt my inhibitions lifting away at the same instant that the wheels of the plane lifted off the tarmac of a grey Heathrow morning. I had already had a couple of drinks in the BA lounge, it would have been rude not to, I felt, and these were now joined by a glass of champagne on the plane. My thoughts were already turning to what I could do, what I could enjoy on my escape from my hum drum London existence, four days in New York with no one to tell me what I could or could not do for once. I had enjoyed my time in Heathrow, walking through the luxury shops and looking at all the expensive goods for sale. Tempted by a few things, I had decided not to purchase anything as I was confident that there would be better deals to be had in the states. I was sitting next to Rich, my new colleague who was travelling with me. Going off to head office in New York to present our new plan to the group management, and to try and persuade them that they should spend another ten million pounds in London, building out the algo trading facilities and expanding more into Europe and further East. I had decided to wear casual clothes to the airport, even though it had drawn caustic comments from Craig, my supposed boyfriend. A tight white camisole top over the top of a T shirt bra and some thick black leggings over a thong. The top was quite low cut for me, and certainly nothing like the conservative blouses that I wore to work, and Craig had expressed his disapproval with the way I looked as I left. I couldn't really care less about his views on this, he was happy enough to show me off as a trophy girlfriend with his friends and colleagues. The top showed off my nicely rounded 36B breasts, but the mildly padded bra made sure that the overall effect was perfectly decent, even if you could get a decent view of my cleavage. My pure English heritage meant that my skin was almost pure white, particularly in April, and it also showed off the sprinkling of freckles across my chest. I did have a fleece in my bag in case the plane was too cool, but didn't feel the need of it yet. The leggings were very figure hugging but I knew that, as I worked out often, they mainly just accentuated my legs, at least they were quite thick fabric and so didn't show anything through. I always wore a stretch thong with no big ridges under leggings because I hate VPL on other girls, and I quite like the feeling of the thin strip coming up my ass. Anyway, the top was quite long and mostly came down low enough to cover my ass. Craig and I had not been getting on for the last few weeks as he demonstrated an irritating mix of a mania over-controlling what I wore when I was with him, in combination with a complete disregard for my time when he was out with his friends. He was on his final chance, or perhaps just slightly past his final chance. It wasn't clear to me yet. I had already noticed Rich stealing a few furtive glimpses down my top as we had moved through the airport. Every time I had leant forward to pick up my case or my bag, I knew that my breasts pushed more deeply into the top, and afforded him a fuller view down between them. It didn't bother me, boys will be boys. I felt a bit of a thrill at it in fact, but it surprised me as he had always seemed rather bored by me at work. Perhaps it was the way that I always dumped the grunt work on his lap. The Champagne was already doing it's magic upon me, I could feel, as I felt the warm glow of contentment settle upon my normally nervous and stressed mind. I put on a couple of movies and enjoyed the freedom to go offline for a while. We were staying in the WTC Hotel Downtown looking over the new Oculus, and I was delighted to be given a room, high up on the 48th floor. The view was amazing, all the new WTC buildings with gaps through to the New Jersey shoreline and left down to the Statue of Liberty. Directly opposite was a new building still under construction and it was strange to stand there, so high above the city and yet be looking out onto a building site just twenty meters away. The floors were all complete, but there were no windows and only a metal rail around the floors to stop anyone walking off. Rich and I wandered out of the hotel and into the pure white heaven like entrance of the Oculus train station and shopping arcade. It was like walking into the rib cage of a huge beached white whale, towering white ribs reaching up to the ceiling. I suggested that we better get our shopping in early, and while I was hoping to go uptown to the big department stores later in the week, we thought that Sunday afternoon might not be the best time, and so we wandered into the shops that were more local. I visited a few of the nice boutique clothes shops, but they were all a little too pricey for me and I didn't see anything that I loved enough to justify the expense. Rich was starting to seem a little bored, when we came across a huge Rebecca's Lingerie store down one of the pure white wings of the mall. Craig wasn't much of a lingerie fan, he preferred to get straight down to it, rather than enjoy the thrill of the tease, but I had always enjoyed wearing pretty little things. 'Shall we go in here?' I suggested to Rich with a nervous grin. 'Errm, maybe it would be better if you go by yourself, I think there is a B&O shop down there, I can meet you there.' he replied, sensibly. I thought about it for a few minutes, I quite liked the idea of embarrassing him by choosing lingerie with him, and the idea of getting him to decide between lacy knickers seemed a bit of a laugh. 'Don't be so boring, come on, it will be fun.' I insisted, taking his arm and leading him in. He obviously wasn't too bothered because he complied with barely another murmur. The store seemed to be divided into the knickers, bras and sensible things on one side, and the more fun lingerie items down the other. I headed over to the lingerie to see what kind of thing American ladies were wearing for their guys. Rich trailed along behind me looking bemused and trying not to catch the eyes of any of the other women who were doing their own shopping. I stopped in front of a collection of lace and lacey negligees. 'Hmm, what do you think of this?' I asked, holding up a mauve lace negligee. I wasn't exactly sure what it was for as you certainly couldn't wear it out in public, but it was beautifully soft and I could imagine would be incredibly sexy to wear to show off your body. Rich looked at it, then back at me with a cheeky grin obviously enjoying the invitation to imagine me wearing it. 'Yeah, it looks like a lot of fun. I would certainly like to see any girl in that.' he commented. I knew he didn't have a girlfriend at the moment, having been dumped a few months back. I had always found him very professional in his dealings with me, but it was fun to see a different side to him. He was a good-looking guy, probably 27 a couple of years younger than me. 'I think I will see if I can try it on, you never know with US sizes.' I commented, taking a couple of plausible looking candidates in both black and dark mauve. I walked across the store and was quickly accosted by a pretty, smiley girl who was obviously desperate to help make a sale. 'Hello, my name is Kirsty, is there anything that I can help you with today?' she asked with classic American retail politeness. 'Hi Kirsty, I would like to see whether these fit me, would it be possible to try them on. I am visiting from London and need to check the size.' 'Oh, I love you accent, I would love to visit London, it sounds so great. Of course you can try them on, just follow me. In fact we have just the thing for you, we have a dressing room specifically for couples with a private room where the groom can wait for you.' With this she walked swiftly off towards the corner of the room, expecting our obedience. I laughed at her presumption that Rich was my fiancé. 'Come along Rich, we seem to have an appointment together.' I commented. 'What?' he replied bemused. 'Don't worry, you can wait outside, I won't be long.' Our new leader, Kirsty ushered us through a thick red curtain into a small richly furnished area with deep red carpets, a couple of floor length mirrors and rather too much gilt decoration for my tastes. A comfy red sofa was arranged along one edge. At the end of the two square meter area was another thick red curtain leading into a smaller dressing area. 'So here you are, you can get changed through there, while you partner can wait here on the sofa. Just to be clear, he has to wait here, there are strict rules.' Both Rich and I giggled, and Kirsty was forced to give us a hard stare to highlight her seriousness. 'I don't think that will be a problem, Kirsty.' I observed. 'Well maybe I should wait here to help you with getting any other sizes.' she replied suspiciously. I took the two items through into the changing room and pulled the curtain back across. I hung my bag and fleece on the hook and then slid my top over my head. I slipped off my running shoes and leggings and then looked at the potential garments. The first one was black with a halter neck and then two lace triangles to cover your breasts. The main body was also lace with a double thick lace frilly skirt that would just about cover your ass. I looked at it and wondered what I should try. I slipped it over my head, but with the thick t-shirt bra on underneath, it looked faintly ridiculous, certainly not alluring at all. I smiled to myself and thought 'in for a penny, in for a pound.' I reached behind my back and slipped off my bra, pulling it through the straps of the halter neck. Without the bra, the whole thing looked completely different, the two lace triangles wrapped themselves tight around my breasts, pulling my nipples against them. They were not wide in themselves, and the inside curves of my breasts were exposed right down to where they curved in at the bottom. The sensation of my nipples pressing into the soft lace was lovely and I immediately felt them harden and start to press deeper into the gauze fabric. I turned around and looked in the mirror, as I suspected the skirt just about covered my ass, and the double layer of lace meant that you could only just make out my thong through the material. I decided that I would buy it, even though Craig would discard it within a few seconds of my appearing in it. It might lighten up a few dull winter evenings. 'How are you doing in there, is there anything that I can help with.' inquired Kirsty from outside. 'No I am fine thanks, it looks great.' I replied. At this point I had a thought, what if I opened the curtains and gave Rich a quick thrill? On one hand I was a bit hesitant, but the more I thought about it, the more that the idea of having someone other than Craig see me looking a bit sexy appealed to me. Somehow, knowing that he was such controlling influence all the time meant that the idea of showing off a bit now that I was out of his reach seemed like fun. I had never been that shy anyway, on holidays to Spain with my girlfriends I had always sunbathed topless whether there were guys around or not. Craig didn't like me to do that anymore, and as a result I always felt a little bit aggrieved when I put on my bikini top, not that I really minded, just that I didn't like to feel controlled. I took a deep breath and then pulled back the curtain and walked out into the small area outside the changing room. Rich was looking bored and was checking something on his phone. Kirsty seemed to have got tired of waiting, and had wandered off back into the store. After a couple of seconds, Rich glanced up at me, obviously expecting me to be ready to leave and did an immediate double take as I stood there in front of him wearing lace lingerie that covered perhaps fifty percent of my breasts, and even then only with a thin lace covering. 'What do you think?' I asked with a grin. 'Wow, I mean, like, I don't know quite what to say. I mean as a co-worker, I am not sure there are words.' he spluttered. I put my hands above my head, looking him straight in the eye and invited him to look at me. He decided to take me up on my offer and I watched as he studied my cleavage, nipples and partially covered breasts. He let out an appreciative sigh. 'So you think I should buy it?' I inquired. As I did so, I did a little twirl round, knowing that with him sitting on the sofa, the short skirt would swing away from my body, revealing my thong, and as I turned around, my ass. I could feel myself become even more aroused at the thought of him looking at my thong, barely covering my sex. 'Yeah, sure, I am sure your guy would love to see you in that.' he replied. Once again I watched as his eyes scanned down my figure, skipping gleefully from my nipples to my cleavage and then down to my pussy lightly covered with a thin cream thong. At this moment, Kirsty made her return and walked around me, fussing over the details of the fit and generally expressing her satisfaction with the way that it looked. 'You have a great body, you must work out to keep this firm muscle tone, it makes this kind of lingerie look great, the lace pulled onto your skin. Are you happy with it?' she asked eventually. 'Yes, I think so, it looks lovely.' I replied. 'You are a lucky guy.' she observed turning to Rich, who giggled a little at the on-going misunderstanding. 'While you were trying that on, I found a couple of other items that I thought you might like to try, what do you think?' Kirsty asked with a wink. She held up a lace string and lace bra both in very light black lace. They were both decorated with pretty red rose details and looked really lovely. Craig didn't go for very feminine lingerie and I knew he wouldn't approve, but I thought they looked great. 'If you buy the negligee then I think we could give you the string as a complementary gift, so you could try them on now.' Kirsty remarked. I decided that I was having too much fun to stop now, and so I returned to the changing room. I slid the negligee over my head and slipped my thong down my long firm legs, standing completely nude in the changing room. I generally shaved the lips of my pussy, leaving a neatly trimmed triangle of hair perhaps a centimeter long above it. Craig wasn't a great fan of going down on me at the best of times, but he wouldn't even consider it when I was anything other than freshly shaved. I pulled the lace string up and noted that it was a lot more revealing than my sensible cream cotton one that I had removed. You could clearly see my light brown hair through the thin lace, and bottom of the triangle was a lot thinner, leading it to start to slide into my vulva lips almost as soon as I had pulled it on. I put the bra on as well, Kirsty had judged my breast size well as it fitted very well. It was also very revealing, giving a clear view of the light pink circles and slightly puffy peaks of my nipples. I studied myself in the mirror, if the negligee had been quite revealing, this was quite simply one step away from nude. Neither the string nor the bra covered a great deal of my form, and even the parts that they did cover were effectively visible through the thin lace. And yet I could feel my clit starting to buzz with anticipation of exposing myself in it. I pulled back the curtain, ignoring my obvious trepidation and emerged into the changing area once again, feeling my feet sink into the soft deep carpet. This time, Rich was not looking bored, or playing with his phone, although I did notice that one hand was resting on a slightly raised bulge in his trousers. 'What do you think?' I asked challengingly, making eye contact with him. He missed no opportunity this time, and his eyes were immediately scanning down over my barely covered body, drinking in my nipples now pressing hard into the individual strands of the lace. He lingered a little longer over the lace string, perhaps checking out the way that the fabric was slowly being subsumed into the lips of my pussy, creating a bit more of a camel toe effect than I would ideally choose. 'Yeah, well obviously you look absolutely amazing.' Rich replied with a huge grin on his face. 'Looking good girl.' chimed in Kirsty appreciatively. I put my hands above my head and played with my hair, slowly rotating on the spot, and checked myself out in the various mirrors. I didn't normally wear very sexy lingerie, but now that I had tried it again, I realized how much I liked it, and more surprisingly how much I liked being viewed in it. Once I felt that they had had a good look, I walked back into the changing room and put my top and leggings back on, over the top of the new lace bra and thong. I checked myself out in the mirror and it was obvious that I was wearing much more sexy underwear. The black bra straps were visible over my shoulders, the lace of the cups covering my tits showed through a little the thin white material of the camisole top. Perhaps even more outrageous was that my leggings clung skin tight, and there was a definite indentation where the thong was starting to pull itself into the lips of my pussy. I would never have ventured out like that in London, but somehow being away in a new city with no one to judge me meant that taking a risk seemed like a fun idea. I paid and then met up with Rich on the way out and we walked out back into the pure white mall. 'So, that was unexpected Emily, here I was thinking we were on some super professional business trip, now I find you modelling lingerie for me.' he remarked with a grin. 'I was just getting some shopping in, I just wanted to get your opinion on things.' I replied. 'Yeah, like any guy would have thought you looked anything other than completely fabulous dressed like that.' he commented. 'If you say so.' I continued, walking off more quickly to close the conversation. After a trip to a few more shops, we set off back to the hotel but on the way back we walked past a nice looking Irish pub next to a classic American fire station. I was feeling a bit thirsty and quite fancied a drink. 'Hey, let's I get a drink.' I suggested to Rich. 'Sure, I fancy a beer.' he replied cooperatively. We walked into the bar and it was pleasantly busy, with a nice bubble of conversation but still a spare table near the back with a couple of stools. I went and sat at the table, with my Rebecca's Lingerie bag by my side. I perched myself up on one of the stools facing down towards the heart of the bar and waited for Rich to go and get us a couple of drinks. The majority of the bar clientele were guys, generally in single sex groups of twos or threes. As I had walked through the bar I had notice a couple of groups of really good looking guys dressed in tight jeans and t-shirts who obviously spent a lot of time in the gym judging by their physiques. As I had walked passed a few of them, they had been obviously tracking me, but quite subtly as well, not so I felt I was being stared at. Now that I was sitting at my table, I could still see that a few of them were checking me out still, and I wondered whether I was the subject of their conversation. There were two other couples in the bar, but no obvious single girls. Rich came back with my G&T and sat down with an IPA, and we had a pleasant chat about the upcoming week. He seemed intent on ignoring the shopping trip that we had had, although he did occasionally glance down to check out my tits, especially when I leant forward to pick up my drink. Once we had finished our drinks, I went up to the bar to get another round in. I made a specific choice to go to a gap at the bar next to three great looking American guys who were obviously enjoying themselves and having a good laugh. As I was waiting for the barman to serve me, they definitely noted my presence and all three of them seemed to turn towards me, even as they maintained their conversation. As I listened to them, I realized that they must be firemen attached to the next-door fire station. 'Hey Mam.' one of them called out, and I turned to face them. 'Where are from exactly, with that accent?' 'Good evening Gentlemen, I am from Islington in London actually, are you all really New York firemen?' 'Oh wow, listen to that, a real English babe, too much! You better believe it, we are from Engine Company No. 10, I'm Chris, this is Bill and Owen.' the guy continued. I chatted with the guy for a few minutes, and while I was talking to him, his two mates who were a little bit merry, were a little bit bolder with the way they that checked me out. One of them was definitely looking at my leggings, and I wondered just how explicit the view was by now. The drinks arrived and I walked back to Rich, I checked myself out in the mirror behind him to see how I looked. The slight indentation at the front was a little bit clearer now although it wasn't really obvious unless you were looking for it, which from what I could tell the guys certainly were. Rich and I had a nice discussion about work things, but then once he had drained his second drink he decided that he had had enough, and as it was already midnight in London time, he decided he was going to go to bed early. I wasn't feeling anywhere near ready to go to bed however, and even though he was going back to the hotel, I didn't want to at all. Once he had left the bar, I wandered back to the bar and went up to the three firemen. 'Hello Gents, do you mind if I hang out with you for a while, my colleague has decided to call it a day, but I fancy another drink. Would it be OK with you?' I asked. Perhaps unsurprisingly they were delighted that I had decided to join them, and they made a gap for me and fetched a barstool over for me to sit on. I spent the next half an hour asking them about all their firemen stories, which they had obviously told a few times, and presumably enjoyed embellishing every time they told them. As I was sitting on a barstool and had to stretch to get to my drink on the bar, my top was obviously hanging forward a bit, and was giving them a great view of my tits, especially as they were protected only by the light black lace of my new bra. They took great advantage of their situation, their drinking reducing their reserve in being caught eyeing me up. In return I made sure to check out their physiques as well, and also made sure I took a look at the bulges on the front of their jeans. They were all in their twenties, super fit but not too muscular, just really fit. I started to enjoy their attentions and could feel myself becoming a little sexually aroused as I watched them continue to explore how much of my tits they could see. I was playing along with them in some ways as I continued to leave my drink on the bar, and then lean right forward to retrieve it. As time went on, they would all three hesitate in their chat as I did so, just enjoying me displaying myself to them. They bought me another drink, and then in addition, also bought a round of whisky that they then insisted we all drink as shots. I was feeling increasingly drunk, and also became bolder in my teasing, leaning further forward and allowing my top to ride lower and lower. The front was now low enough that you could see a clear centimeter of the lace at the top of the cup visible above the fabric of the camisole top. I was feeling overly bold now, and was drinking up their attentions. They were looking at my tits completely openly now, and they knew that I was enjoying it. I could see from the bulge in their trousers that they were all aroused by me. Chris was standing really close to me now, and as he listened to me, he rested his hand on my shoulder, uncovered as I was wearing a strappy camisole top. I could feel his warm hard fingers resting on my bare shoulder. I wondered whether I should tell him to back off, but I was enjoying the attention, and my own arousal made me increasingly tolerant of his overstepping the mark. 'So guys, do you want to show me your fire-engine after these drinks?' I found myself asking them. I don't even know why, but somehow the idea of having three guys showing me round a fire-station seemed like a good idea to me at that point. 'Hey, yes mam, we certainly would.' Chris replied enthusiastically. 'Come on then, let's go, this has got to be any girl's dream, three hunky firemen to show me their engine.' They all guffawed, amused by my ambiguity. We all collected our things, and walked out of the pub. They took me round the side of the fire-station, and let me in the side door. Inside was a huge red, gleaming engine in the classic American style with ladders and hoses and a big bell on the front. I walked around it, admiring it's lines and it's macho beauty. 'So what's in the Rebecca's Lingerie bag?' Chris asked me after I had completed my circumnavigation of their engine. 'Oh a little negligee, that's all.' I replied, grinning back at him. I took it out of the bag, and held it up to them. I could see all three of them undressing me in their minds as they imagined me wearing it, their eye's turning to wolfish desire. 'Do you think you would try it on for us?' his friend Bill asked, increasingly unable to control his lustful voyeurism. 'Do you think you would like to dress up as firemen for me?' I shot back without thinking. 'We certainly will if you want us to, if that is the deal. We have to get out of the way of the engine, up to the top floor, in case there is an emergency, but we would be most willing to comply with that request.' Chris replied at the double. I had always loved the firemen fantasy, and to suddenly have three of them ready to play a little game of dressing up seemed like a brilliant idea, especially thinking back to the way I had enjoyed exposing myself to Rich earlier. Then again, I thought to myself, where was this leading to, I would find myself wearing next to nothing in a strange city, in front of three hugely aroused guys. While they all seemed really nice now, with their mam's and such like, this was not a path without risk. Oh what the hell. I followed Chris up two flights of stairs, passed a room where a few other guys were watching a game of baseball, but did not turn to give us a second glance. 'So you can get changed here, and we will be up in a few minutes, and I bet you will look better in your negligee than we will out firemen stuff.' he observed with a smile. The room was a large bright room with windows overlooking the new World Trade Centre buildings. It was very well maintained with a wooden floor shined to a high gloss. There were lockers round the edge of the room and a few bunk beds at the far end. He closed the door, leaving me standing there with my bags. Well, how did I manage to get into this I suddenly wondered to myself. Effectively I had offered to give three firemen a strip show for free in their Engine Company HQ. And yet I could feel a real desire to go through with it, I desired to enjoy their attention, to push my own limits and see where it took. I had wallowed in their desire in the bar, becoming more and more aroused as I watched them lust after me. I took off my top, my bra and leggings, rescuing my new lace thong from where it had become completely enveloped by the lips of my pussy. It was completely soaked with my own juices already, reflecting what I knew already, that I was desperate for sexual satisfaction. I took the negligee and lowered it over my breasts, noting how it caught on my rock-hard nipples as I pulled it down over them. There was no mirror to check out how I looked, but I brushed my hair and then quickly refreshed my lipstick so that I looked as presentable as I could. Like they were going to be looking at my face. Almost immediately there was a knock at the door, it was do-or-die time, but my bravery held up and I quickly invited them in. They were each dressed in their fire fighter's uniform trousers, a white vest, and their crash helmets. I could enjoy their brilliantly toned bodies even better dressed like this, and there followed a moment when we all simply regarded one another. Each of them walked around me, their eyes flicking down from my face down over my collarbone, down to my cleavage, drifting slowly over my lace encased breasts, my nipples poking hard out at the lace cases. Then they moved down over my stomach to my lace thong, hidden behind the skirt of the negligee. I in turn looked at their muscular arms, and shoulders, their pecks straining at the white vests and perfect flat stomachs. 'Take off your tops.' I commanded without thinking about it, my desires overcoming my self-control and good sense. Each of them obeyed immediately, discarding helmets and vests. Now their perfect forms were even better exposed, six pack stomachs honed to a firm ripple of perfect muscle. I licked my lips in anticipation of what it would be like to touch them, they were by far the best-looking guys I had ever seen. Craig was fit enough, went to the gym from time to time, but he was nothing like this. They encircled me, each of us enjoying a moment of psychological pleasure at the experience of unfulfilled physical desire. I wondered to myself whether they were all expecting to fuck me, whether this was going to end up as some kind of group sex session. I wanted sex myself so much that I knew I would not resist, and yet there seemed to be a kind of unspoken bond here that said they would not take me without me making the first move. They had suggested the lingerie, and yet had as yet made no physical move to actually touch me. However, I did not feel like we were done, I wanted to go further, explore the situation. It was an almost dream-like out of body feeling, as if I was watching the whole scene from above. Take off your trousers, I mean your pants.' I ordered authoritatively, in some way interested to see what they would do next. I didn't really doubt that they would do what I wanted, not that I was really sure what I wanted. What was the end-game I was expecting? Obviously, they obeyed without question, discarding trousers, braces and boots, I watched entranced as they stood in a line facing me and slid them off, exposing three hard cocks, all thrusting hard in towards my face. I had never seen more than one guy at a time naked before, and there was a sudden change in the atmosphere of the room. I had let three warm hard genies out of the box and now I had to decide what to do about it. They were all three, standing facing me, their legs as perfectly sculpted as the rest of them. I could see the sides of their beautiful firm bums as well. They had big grins on their faces as they obviously felt that by making them strip naked, I had in some way opened the doors to something explicitly sexual. In my mind, I supposed that they were right. Why else had I told them to strip naked if I didn't want sex. But what actually did I want, I thought through a few hardcore porn movie scenarios that I had seen and didn't think that I really wanted three guys fucking me at the same time. However, for sure I wanted to cum, and I reckoned there was no way they were going home without it either. They continued to stand there expectantly, continued to explore my body with their eyes, drifting back and forth between my face, tits and legs. I turned my back to them and without leaning too far forwards, bending at the knees, I pushed my lace thong down until I could let go of it and let it fall to the floor. I reviewed the situation as a I sang a song quietly to myself and danced for them. Here I was in a fire station in New York with three fire-fighters. They were all naked and aroused, ready for sex, and I was dancing around for them wearing a thin lace negligee that covered perhaps ten centimeters around my sex, and not much else. I danced a little more vigorously, spinning round a little allowing the negligee to swing away from me and expose just a little more ass, perhaps giving them a view of my neatly trimmed pubes, perhaps even the lips of my pussy. They were entranced, I could see from their eyes that they were definitely all focusing on my thighs now, so I deduced that I must be giving them the kind of show they wanted. I could see their cocks, hard, bobbing in time to their hearts, desperate for me, longing to fuck me, and yet waiting obediently for my permission. I raised my hands to my hair and played with it, elbows raised high, hands running from my nape up to the top of my head, knowing that this would pull the hem up even higher, expose even more of my pussy. I turned to face them completely, meeting each of their eyes in turn and then swiftly pulled the negligee over my head. I stopped dancing. We stood looking at each other. All nude now, fully exposed to one another. They each gaped at my snow-white body, my light pink nipples hard as they could be, puffed up in expectation and arousal. They studied my flat stomach, my firm fit legs and arms. But mostly they studied my pussy, the triangle of short hair above the mons, the exposed shaved lips below no doubt glistening with my juices. 'Look guys.' I finally spoke, finally deciding what exactly I wanted. 'I know you might think that this is a bit strange coming from a nude girl that is standing in front of three nude firefighters having teased you all for the last hour or so, but I am really not that kind of girl.' They all looked somewhat confused, perhaps a little disappointed. I was glad they didn't look angry. 'I can see you all want to cum, and I do too, but, I mean this is odd, and you might be annoyed, but I don't do group sex. However, I do really want to cum with you now. What do you think?' Sam took a step forward, not in a threatening way, but I moved back a little as a response. 'Hey, look Emily, I understand that, but how's about we have ourselves a little deal. You sit down over there on that chair, and we all cum together like you said, but you let us cum onto you. But we don't touch you. Unless you want to.' My pussy almost exploded with anticipation, I loved to watch guys make themselves cum, I knew they loved to watch me. I wasn't exactly mad about being smeared with cum, but I could live with it for sure, and they looked like they would stick to their side of the deal. I walked over to the chair, sat down and almost without thinking, opened my legs and started playing with my clit. I didn't even consider how brazen it was, just to sit there in front of three guys, my legs wide apart, the pink insides of my pussy pulled wide open by one hand while the other started to brush and play with my clit. The guys walked over and stood in front of me, each of them grasping their cocks with the same love and attention that I was massaging my clit. Two of them had nice regular sized cocks, pretty much like the handful that I had experience of, but the third was enormous. It must have been at least nine inches and had a girth to match. I had never seen anything like it, and I wondered what it would feel to have it fucking you, pussy stretched out to let it in. I could see that already the tips of their cocks were glistening with pre-cum, a small amount of liquid having already escaped from their tip as they had been eyeing up my ever more exposed body. I wondered how long they had been hard for now, had they been aroused in the bar as I had leant forward and exposed my lace covered tits. Or was it just since they had come up here and I had put on the lingerie. With my left-hand I started to press my first and second fingers deep into me, while my right continued to press, play and massage my clit. I knew it would not be long now, and could feel my orgasm starting to build. I leant forward and indicated for each of the guys to come forward towards me. I was curious about the big cock, but wanted to give each of them a little reward for their patience and good nature. Once the first one was close enough, I took it into my mouth, planning to give it a little kiss and lick just to say thanks. Of course, the first guy Chris completely misunderstood my offer and immediately started pumping it like crazy, just as it was entering my lips I felt the first spurt of cum hitting my tongue. I swiftly wrapped my lips around the end, and started to suck on it with enthusiasm. The last thing I wanted was it to go in my hair. His cum was sweet and plentiful, I swallowed the first two shots, but even after that there was another couple more. He screamed out in pleasure as I licked his cock, moving my tongue around his slit as the last of it was pumped into my mouth. Once it had stopped cuming, I continued to lick and suck him until his groaning died down. My own orgasm was beyond my own control by this time, and I started to cum, screaming out with pleasure as my hands joined in a duet of pleasure, my left hand pressing deep into my soaked pussy, playing with the insides. My right-hand brushing and squeezing my clit, round and round, up and down. As I opened my mouth, it was immediately re-filled with the huge cock I had wondered about earlier. I could barely get the whole of the tip in my mouth, even with it stretched to the full extent. It hardly mattered because once again I felt a warm hard stream of salty thick cum pump deep into my mouth. Even as I was trying to adapt to the enormous cock in my mouth, barely able to breath, I saw the third guy, whose name I couldn't even remember start to pump his cum over my face and forehead, obviously unable to wait or resist the opportunity. In the midst of my own massive orgasm with my own fingers pressing with ever increasing force on my clit, I was impervious to feelings of guilt and I closed my eyes and gloried in the nasty slutty reality of my situation. My mouth with full of two guys' cum, I was swallowing it down so that I could continue to breath, and at the same time my face as smeared and covered in a third guy. Getting it in my hair was the least of my worries, it was all over my face, dripping down onto my tits, drops all over my legs. The guys stood back and looked down at me, their cocks starting to droop as their ardor left them. What was that look in their eye, were they disgusted with me, or victorious over me, or still just lustful, it was difficult to tell. I was never one for just one orgasm though, and even as they stood back, I gave them one last memory as I slammed my hand into my pussy, rubbing with my right vigorously on my clit as I came one last time. Eventually we were all done. I decided that I could not really deal with a messy leave taking. I wiped my face and body clean with one of their musky smelling vests and quickly slipped my thong, bra, leggings and camisole on. They even watched me dress lecherously, still hungry to fuck me I felt. 'Guys, well, thank you, and I hope you enjoyed yourselves.' I exclaimed as I picked up the last of my things and walked out the door. I walked back to the hotel, barely able to believe what I had done, and yet with a nagging feeling that perhaps I had discovered a new side to myself. While I felt a certain amount of horror, there was at the same time a desire to try it again. I was in New York for a few days, and who knew what still lay ahead.

A Very Public Display bySouthCoastSurfer© I wake early, my legs all tangled up in the hot covers.  Letting out a sleepy groan I kick them away down the bed and roll into the centre where it's cooler, long hair trailing out behind me. The nape of my neck feels damp with perspiration.  Despite the hour, the sun is already up. Shining through the gaps in the blind. Tiger striping my body with soft orange light. Gosh it's hot. It's the first proper week of summer and already the papers are full of Heatwave! Global warming. Hottest ever... I stretch out on my front. Enjoying the coolness of the sheets against my bare legs. Close my eyes again. My skin still feels hot. Tingly. The slightest remnants of a dream that I can't really remember somewhere in the back of my fuzzy head. I stretch out an exploratory arm but he's already gone. I vaguely remember something about an early meeting in the city. Even the thought of him has me ready to go and despite my drowsiness I can already feel the familiar heat between my legs. I get this way sometimes. So horny that it's all I can think about. Like a hunger. An almost insatiable need to get myself off. My hand drifts down. Our relationship is still relatively new. New enough to still be firmly within the honeymoon period at any rate. We talk all the time. Stay up late. Drink too much. I can barely recall a time in the last few years where I have laughed so much or felt so content and happy.  Oh, and we screw constantly. Like mink.  Sex with him is different. Exciting. Addictive. The other day we went to the supermarket together and I wore nothing more than my raincoat and heels. Teasing him with the occasional flash of skin when I thought no one was looking. Not exactly a normal shopping trip but typical of the kind of thing he has me doing.  I let out a little sigh of frustration. How quickly I've got used to him being here. Adam. My boyfriend. How quickly I've got used to our morning routine. I can't help but rub myself a little through my underwear. Still laying on my front. My favourite way to masturbate, fingers circling. Eyes closed.  BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. The alarm shocks me from my thoughts. Jolts me awake. I open one bleary eye and let out a sigh, reaching across and above my head to switch it off.  It's late and only now do I realise I must have hit the snooze button three or four times already. My twin passions at the moment – sex and sleeping. I stretch out, trying to ignore the craving between my legs. Need to get up. Need to go to work. I kick the sheets aside and sit up. Pull my hair out of my face with one hand and up into a ponytail. Slide out of bed. Pad sleepily to the bathroom.  As I go about my morning routine I gradually begin to wake up. I discard my clothes on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. Catch my pale, naked reflection in the shower screen as I slide open the door and step in.  My senses come gradually to life under the hot cascade of water as it runs down over my naked body, slowly washing away all vestiges of last nights antics. I shampoo my hair before rubbing body wash into my skin. Scrubbing myself clean. I try to keep my mind empty, just focus on the job at hand but inevitably he seeps into my consciousness. Just small flashes. The look in his dark brown eyes, his mouth full of me. Tongue swirling slowly back and forth. In and out. I squeeze my legs together at the memory. I still feel slightly tender down there. Close my eyes beneath the spray of water. I need to get a grip. Need to get out of the shower. Need to stop thinking about his thick cock and the empty ache between my legs.  Somehow I manage to finish up and turn the water off. I grab a towel and dry myself quickly, the soft fibres feeling rough on my sensitive skin. A cloud of steam pursues me from the bathroom as I open the door into the hallway.  Once back in the bedroom I finish up my routine; deodorant, make up, perfume and hair. Pausing to take in my naked reflection in front of the mirror. The girl that stares back at me is a stranger. Face flushed, pupils dilated, Hard nipples on small, high breasts. She seems to radiate sex. A petite, naked, cock hungry slut.  Surely I can't go to work like this? Surely someone will notice? Will be able to tell what is in my head just by looking at me? Another memory from last night flashes through my mind; the wet splatter against the tiles of the kitchen. Like someone upending a glass of water. My feet and legs suddenly drenched.  Even now I flush with embarrassment (and something else). I can't believe he made me come like that. Like something out of a porn film. Surely that kind of thing doesn't happen in real life? But it had. Jet after jet shooting out of me and onto the kitchen floor. Afterwards he had to hold me up, supporting me where my knees were weak. My body still in spasm, causing little trickles to run down my legs.  I try to focus, to be normal. For a moment I think the urge might fade but of course it doesn't. I feel like I'm going to implode if I don't do something about it.  I want to wank. Want to drop to my knees on the carpet and rub myself off. I want him to come home and fuck me again. What I really, really don't want to do is to have to spend the entire day at work in this condition!  My hand snakes between my legs, almost of its own volition. Just a little bit, I think. Just to see how wet I am.  I part my legs slightly. Trace my fingertips over my freshly shaven skin. Jesus I'm horny. Coated in a warm, slippery wetness. Swollen with arousal.  Heat radiates from within, drawing my fingers and I slide them deep and back out again. Up and over my clit. All slick now with my juices. I'm so turned on. If I was any hornier it'd be running down my legs! A cacophony of images flickers through my head as I begin to frantically stroke myself, my body screaming for release.  More from last night. Except this time, instead of me cleaning up with kitchen towels while he showered, I imagine Adam behind me, fucking me in the mess I've made. Pushing my face down into it. The sweet taste on my tongue. I come hard, bent almost double with the exertion of release. panting like a dog. No finesse or patience, Just pure resolve. An addict needing a fix.  Fuck, I needed that. Slowly, I straighten up, rational thought returning. God, what is wrong with me at the moment? No time to savour the feeling. Need to get to work.  I let out a series of shaky breaths and look in the mirror, afraid of what I will see, but it's not too bad. Just a few minor fixes to the make-up. No time to clean myself up or shower again. ~  My eyes drift to the tortoiseshell glasses on my bedside, my latest wardrobe addition. I still can't quite believe I have to wear glasses. I have somehow passed thirty and instantly become some kind of short sighted mole girl!  It's not that they're not stylish. They are. God knows they were expensive enough. It's just that I still feel so self conscious wearing them. I can't help but feel like some kind of nerdy scientist. Like I've left my lab coat somewhere.  I'm hoping that this will pass. That I can wear them without feeling like a dick, but I'm not there yet. Also, is it even possible to look beautiful wearing glasses? Or is the best I can hope for some kind of "hot librarian" look? I let out a sigh, thinking for the umpteenth time that I need to sort out contact lenses. Oh well.  I quickly dress, thankful that I had already ironed my work clothes for the week. I am halfway though buttoning my trousers when I remember I have a meeting today. Shit! Quickly skim them down my legs and off, frantically rooting through the wardrobe for something suitable. My eyes linger momentarily on a tan business skirt I bought last year, ironed and on its hanger. I quickly pull the tight material up over my hips, tuck my crisp white blouse into the high waistband. Not bad. There. Not bad at all. The skirt clings to my legs and hips, but in a good way. I look businesslike. Professional. It is only when I turn that I remember how high the split in the back is and why I rarely wear this outfit but what the hell, it seems to fit my mood and at least it makes me look a little less of a geek.  Tights? Too hot. Stockings? Too risky with that split. Bare legs then. Definitely warm enough. I look at my reflection a final time. Undo two buttons, do them up again. Too much cleavage. Undo one. Then the other. Fuck it. Heels, handbag and phone and then I am out the door and click clacking my way down the stairs on the way to the subway. ~ The first part of my morning passes in the usual blur of activity. Thankfully I am too busy to focus on anything but preparation for my meeting and so have no time to dwell on Adam or what he may have planned for me later. Around 10.30 James finally swans in. Pausing only to distract at least three of my staff from their work. I swear he does it on purpose, cocky little shit. James is a consultant who is purportedly here to help us improve efficiency but who apparently prefers to spend his time flirting and generally being an arrogant prat. He can't be much more than 22 or 23 and apparently only got the job on account of being the son of one of the directors. Needless to say, we do not see eye to eye. I can't quite put my finger on what it is about him that I find so irritating. I have noticed that he always seems to be watching me whenever he thinks I'm not looking and sometimes when he knows I am. Other people have noticed this too.  Lisa overheard him talking about me to one of his little consultant pals in the canteen last week as well. Naturally she then immediately told me all about it. Apparently he called me a cougar. A cougar! I'm 31 years old, not some predatory old slapper! He then went on to say how I wouldn't act so high and mighty if he had me bent over my desk. As if.  It's not like I am a complete stranger to being checked out in the office though. In fact most of the time I don't mind at all. It's sometimes a nice boost to the ego to know that someone finds you attractive as long as it's not too creepy or obvious. But James just bugs me.  Anyway, with all of this last minute meeting preparation I'm really not in the mood for him today. Plus, if he says anything about my glasses I swear I'm going to smash his face in! ~ As it turns out, my fears are completely unfounded and James is nothing but charming. We work together on the presentation and I even have to admit that some of his ideas are actually quite good. However, as we work, I begin to notice him taking surreptitious glances at me. I'm sure he thinks he is being subtle but to anyone else watching us I'm sure it is completely blatant.  Much to my consternation, I guess there is a small part of me that quite likes the attention though. I will concede that he is quite handsome in that public schoolboy, chiselled jaw kind of way. Always impeccably dressed. It's not really that I dislike him. He's just so...young. And annoying. As the morning goes on I find that I am even more aware of his gaze than usual. I must confess that I maybe play up to it a little. Put a bit more arch into my back as I bend over to talk to another colleague, knowing he will be watching. Perhaps pushing my bottom out a little further than normal.  I only intend to tease him a little but as lunchtime draws closer, I receive my first email from Adam and my excitement is instantly ratcheted up to a level bordering on pornographic.  There is no subject line and it simply reads: I have a surprise for you later.  I wiggle a little in my seat, knowing full well what kind of surprise it will be – something dirty.  What Kind of surprise? I respond straight away. Nothing if not predictable.  It takes fifteen minutes for him to reply. A good one. You are going to be a very naughty girl later... I am suddenly and absurdly wet. A side effect of my wandering mind? What has he got planned? What is he going to make me do this time? Oh god.  I can feel the heat settling between my legs again. The tightening of my nipples beneath my shirt. He must have emailed me from his blackberry. Sending me messages from his business meeting. Is he thinking about fucking me as his colleagues sit around talking about mergers and share options? Is he hard? An image of me naked and on top of him explodes into my mind. Sliding up and down on his thick cock, his hands cupping my breasts. As I look up, guiltily, I become acutely aware that James is still watching me. God I hope I'm not too obvious. I have a genuine moment of concern that he's going to come over and know how turned on I am. Somehow be able to tell just from my face. Or be able to smell me or something. Or that I'm so wet that I will leak through my skirt. Is that actually a possibility? My underwear feels sodden where I am so suddenly and ridiculously turned on. Please, not now I think as I try despairingly to will my errant body back under control. Ignore the craving between my legs.  He keeps glancing my way and I find myself wondering what he is thinking? Is he thinking about me? Does he want to screw me? Is he hard? I wonder fleetingly what it would be like to fuck him. Wait till everyone else has gone home and then let him have me on my desk the way he wanted.  On my back, legs spread wide, shirt open. Hands all over my breasts. His knees prying my thighs apart, pinning me to the desk with his weight. My tight pussy stretching around his cock as he fucks me.  God but I'm horny. What am I going to do? I even fleetingly think about rubbing myself off in the work toilets but then discount the idea. Too risky. Distraction then. Lunch. I grab my phone and bag and bolt out into the sun, away from Adam. Away From James. Away from the unwanted images in my head. ~ When I get outside, the relative coolness of the morning has been scoured away by the heat of the sun and the air feels dense, close and muggy. Not even the slightest breath of wind.  I slow my pace, trying not to get too hot and sweaty but I'm fighting a losing battle. I can feel the perspiration on my body and the dampness at the nape of my neck. I pin my hair up which helps a little but not enough.  Despite the distraction of the heat, I am still barbarously aroused. I pause briefly, undoing another button on my shirt. Most of my cleavage now on display. Right at the limit of what could be considered decent.  Other people notice too. What is it about the hot weather? I don't have big boobs. A nice handful is how an ex once described them. However, at least three guys that I pass blatantly stare at my tits. Their eyes travelling over my body. Shamelessly looking me up and down.  Where ordinarily such behaviour would annoy me, today it doesn't. Today I feel sexy and wild. Today I want to be noticed. Lusted over. I wonder what they are thinking? Are they thinking about what it would be like to undress me? To touch me? Fuck me?  I watch myself in a shop window as I pass. Put a little more sway into my walk than normal. Slim hips moving beneath the tight skirt. My legs look tan and worked out. Something sexy in the way my ankles flex with each step in my high heels.  I'm also glad I wore my glasses now. They give me an air of respectability in contrast to my low buttoned shirt. I am not normally anywhere near this daring. In fact, before Adam I normally dressed quite conservatively.  I have become a bit bolder though. It's not that I dress inappropriately or anything. More that now I will wear a dress where previously I may have worn trousers and a jumper. My new wardrobe has apparently not passed by unnoticed by the guys in the office either. This is a relatively new discovery for me. The kind of thing I would probably have been completely oblivious to, pre Adam. But now the amount of guys I notice checking me out is crazy!  It is quite flattering. Especially that so many of the men are so much younger. I guess the fact that I'm a manager and good at my job is another point in my favour.  I know that Adam would approve of my outfit today anyway. If he had his way I'm sure he would have me dressed just the right side of prostitution most of the time!  I pause to buy a sandwich and eat it on a bench in the park, the sun hot on my bare skin. I try to keep my thoughts neutral. Mundane. It works to a degree and by the time I return to the office I feel more in control. The icy blast of the air conditioner hits me as I step inside, further helping to dampen my ardour. I need to concentrate. To be focussed for my meeting. It's an important one and will take most of the afternoon. Quarterly planning meeting with the other department heads. Back at my desk I put the finishing touches to my presentation. I just have enough time for a quick freshen up in the bathroom before heading to the lift and up to the boardroom. ~ There are a number of other people already there when I open the door. Although the meeting hasn't yet started, a man I don't know is talking about "business integrity" or some such nonsense. Naturally Ken is already there in a desperate bid to impress and can't resist butting in.  Ken is one of those dinosaurs that you still get in most offices. He is a throwback to an earlier time - the golden age of sexism and afternoon golf. Naturally he holds all women in disdain and considers them inferior, despite having the equivalent intelligence of a guinea pig! Despite this, he still feels the need to offer his opinion on everything from government policy to the middle east peace process. How his kind aren't yet extinct I don't know. I take my seat, nodding hello to a few people I recognise as James bustles in with a boyish grin, barely on time.  Most of the big departments are represented. Legal, Marketing, Finance. Eventually John arrives, takes a seat at the head of the table and calls the meeting to order. I like John. He always comes across as a decent guy and despite only being in his early forties, is already part of the exec.  The first hour or so passes by with updates from the other departments until it is my turn. I begin my presentation, going through performance to date.  The figures, whilst nothing spectacular, are marginally up on forecast and seem to be well received. I then hand over to James to walk everyone through our department plan for the next quarter. He has barely time to start talking when Ken interrupts with a question.  Ken, of course, is utterly useless at his job. How he is still here and how he holds on to what is a fairly senior role is beyond me. I look at him now, with his doughy face and lank, greasy hair. A garish pink shirt struggling to contain the weight of his belly.  Despite his own obvious failings, he is the kind of guy that will seize upon any hesitation or mistake and use it to belittle you. As though the best way to distract people from his own poor performance is to constantly try to stitch everyone else up. Even more so if his target is female and pretty. As such, he is universally despised by all of the women in the office, myself included. James hasn't really been here long enough to know what Ken is like and seems thrown by the irrelevance of the question. While I have no great love for James I can't just hang him out to dry. Besides, the plan in question is largely mine after all. I let James squirm for another few seconds before I interject.  "Sorry Ken, I'm not quite sure I understand the relevance of your point. Perhaps if we could let James continue and ask any questions at the end?" I am perhaps unnecessarily condescending but Ken knows enough not to push it in the presence of John. As I turn away I can still feel his eyes boring into me as James continues his presentation. Once James has finished, I am able to pretty much switch off. The next hour or so passes by without incident as my mind again begins to wander to later and what Adam may have in store. It doesn't take long before my thoughts are plagued with sexual fantasies that have me crossing and re-crossing my legs and all but squirming in my seat.  In fact, it is only the awareness that someone is saying my name that brings me back to the present.  "Sara, I thought that was your responsibility?" This, of course, from Ken. "Were you even listening?" "I...err, sorry, I was a bit distracted" I stutter. Fuck! I have no idea what they are talking about.  Thankfully rescue comes from an unexpected source in James. "Of course. It was part of our consideration in the forward projection for next month. I was working on this while Sara was doing the figures." Not missing an opportunity to take a little extra credit himself whilst simultaneously bailing me out. Ken doesn't respond. Just continues to glare at me even after the conversation moves on. I glance across at him again but he doesn't notice. His eyes locked as they are on my legs. I look down and realise that my skirt has ridden up with all of my leg crossing. Baring a long, smooth expanse of thigh.  The way he is looking at me makes me think back to my first week and his clumsy pass at me in the pub. ~ It was a few years ago on a hot summers day, not unlike this one.  We had all gone for after work drinks and as the evening had gone on his flirting had become increasingly more obvious, making me more and more uncomfortable. He had told me repeatedly how his wife was away for the weekend. Hinting that I could spend the night rather than get a cab home. Even indicating that it may help my career prospects.  While I did my best to avoid him, the night still ended with his large, meaty hand on my arse at the bar, whispering into my ear how I was a sexy little bitch and a cock tease.  God knows what he would have done if we were somewhere more private but thankfully one of my female colleagues had seen what was going on and had managed to rescue me.  ~ My thoughts return to the present where, despite myself, I am still scandalously turned on. I fleetingly find myself wondering what would have happened that night if I had gone with him? Would I have slept with him? What would it have been like? Does he have a big dick?  An unwanted image looms in my mind and I suddenly see myself bent over on my hands and knees with him behind me. His hands around my waist and his thick length sliding smoothly in and out of me.  I squirm unconsciously in my seat before I catch myself, swiftly shutting down that train of thought.  When I glance back across at him he smiles at me. Openly undressing me with his eyes and I turn away in revulsion. Yuck, what the hell is wrong with me that I would think about that fat old pervert?  I smooth my skirt back down, knees demurely together suddenly paranoid that he knows. That they all know. How aroused I am. How hungry for cock. Thankfully the meeting finishes soon after and I am able to escape without talking to anyone else. ~ When I get back to my desk there is another email from Adam. He wants me to go home and change and then meet him at a fancy bar in town. No other instructions.  I just have time to email a reply before someone is at my desk. Peering over my shoulder. James. "Who's Adam?" he asks. "None of your business," I reply, irritated at his lack of manners. Slightly flustered at almost getting caught. Again. "Alright, no need to be so touchy. Especially after I just saved your ass." I let out a sigh. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap. But you shouldn't read other peoples email. It could have been something private." "Yeah. Anyway. About me saving you back there. I reckon you owe me a favour now." "Oh, do you now? If I recall correctly I saved you first." "Ha. Yeah, OK. Maybe. How about each of us owes the other a favour then?" "Or we could just call it quits?" "Where would be the fun in that?  "Hmm. Was there something particular you wanted?" "Nope. Just to let you know you don't need to worry about Ken. I'll watch your back." I remember how I felt earlier when his eyes were on me and a sudden fit of boldness seizes me.  "Just my back huh?" He looks confused for a moment. "What do you mean?" "Well, you seemed to be watching more than my back earlier" A smile slowly spreads across his face as he gets my meaning. "You noticed that huh?" "You weren't exactly subtle." "Well. You look...good today," he says, flashing that boyish grin.  I smile back up at him. Lots of eye contact. Smooth a stray lock of hair back behind my ear with one hand.  "Thank you. But what makes you think I want you looking at me like that?" All coy now.  "I just have this...feeling."  "Uh huh. And what else does this feeling tell you?" "What else? Well, for a start that you would probably like to see me somewhere a bit more private. Away from work..." "Oh really?" my voice a little husky, "and what would we do in private that we can't do here?" He edges his chair closer to mine.  "Lots of things" his eyes dropping to my legs, his meaning obvious. He moves closer still. Our knees are almost touching. Thank god the office is mostly empty now.  I feel the heat spreading across my face and down my chest to my abdomen. Then lower still. I give a little wiggle in my seat. His eyes are still locked on mine. He really is quite handsome.  "You don't think that's a bit...presumptuous?" I stammer, coquettishly. .  "You tell me..." he says, reaching out and tracing a small circle just above my knee with a fingertip.  The sudden contact makes me jump a little but I don't pull away. I can feel the arousal humming between my thighs. His fingers circle marginally higher.  "I..." "Shhh," he leans in. His mouth close to my ear. That hand still moving. Creeping closer to the already scandalously high hem of my skirt.  "Open your legs," he whispers. "I...no...why?" suddenly entirely out of my depth.  "Because, I think you want to," that grin again, "and because I want see your hot little pussy" I take a sharp intake of breath. How did he know? How did he know that kind of talk would turn me on? Am I that obvious? I think it's partly the way he says it in his posh accent that does it. I look down. Realise that I am hidden enough behind the desk that no one else could see.  I let my legs fall apart a fraction before I catch myself. Could I go through with it? Am I going through with it? I take a quick, furtive glance around the office to check if anyone is looking. They're not.  He watches me the whole time. The indecision in my eyes. Pleasure versus principle. My white lace knickers feel sodden, plastered against me where I'm so wet. I glance down between his legs where his cock is clearly visible. Rock hard beneath his trousers.  To my shock I want it. Want it so badly that I would let him have me right here and now. Want him to hitch my skirt up over my hips. Want him to push my legs apart and open me up to his gaze. Want him to tip me back in my chair and yank my knickers aside. Butterfly me with his fingers. Only the sudden shrill of his mobile phone breaks the spell. We both jump at the sound. I yank my skirt down. "Fuck, it's John" he says. "Director John?" "Yes" "Well, pick it up then" I gasp, my voice high. As he speaks to my boss my senses rush back. Fuck. What the hell are you doing? I need to get out of here. Need to get away from him. Jesus, he's nearly ten years younger than me. What the hell was I thinking.  I can see him trying to catch my attention. To get me to wait but I ignore him. Quickly turn off my computer at the base unit and flee before his call finishes. ~ I think about it all the way home on the train. What have I done? Why on earth James of all people. I can't even explain. Just chalk it up to temporary insanity. I swear to myself there and then that nothing like that will ever happen again. Yet there is part of me that is still turned on. A part that can still remember the hunger in his expression when his eyes were on my legs. All jumbled together in my head with Adam and his plans for me.  Thankfully it's not that busy and the journey home is relatively quick. I head straight to the shower when I arrive.  Once I'm done I pick out an outfit that I know Adam will like. Skimpy black underwear. Vest top and red heels. Jeans so tight that they could have been painted on.  I get to the bar early. A first for me and a further sign of just how jumpy and distracted I am. I still feel slightly ashamed of myself and it isn't until my third drink that I begin to calm down. In fact I don't really settle until Adam arrives.  ~ I watch him as he pushes through the door and moves across the bar. He hasn't yet seen me yet. I still can't quite believe that he's my boyfriend.  He is stereotypically tall dark and handsome. Almost impossibly good looking. I lift an arm to wave at him but he's already seen me. That knowing smile. Those dark eyes. I feel my breath quicken. "Hi" "Hi" "So," I say, trying to keep my voice from betraying me, "there's a surprise?" "There is. You're very impatient though Miss Bancroft" "I am, Mr Thompson. Do you not know that it's rude to keep a lady waiting?" "Ah, but its the build up that makes it exciting don't you think? Nothing wrong with a bit of delayed gratification" he says, sliding into the seat next to me, leaning in for a kiss.  I am too eager in my response and our teeth clash. It makes him laugh and once again I find myself thinking what a great smile he has.  "You seem very...eager tonight. One could almost think there has been something weighing on your mind today." I blush, but not for the reason he thinks.  "So, how about that girl over there?" he says, changing the subject. It is a familiar game. One of many. I still remember the first time we played it. In another bar. Half drunk. Afterwards we went home and watched porn together. Played do what they do. I don't really get get mad or jealous when he admires other girls. I think we both feel secure enough with each other to know it's just a game. Or at least I think it's just a game? He's certainly the only guy I've ever been with who seems to actively enjoy other men looking at me though. Initially it freaked me out a bit and I kept waiting for him to get all jealous but then I realised that he liked it. That the more other people want me, the more he seems to want me.  Now I love it. Love his reaction when I tell him about other guys hitting on me. The way he has to pounce on me and fuck my brains out. Like he's marking his territory or something. It's all very...primal.  I look across at the girl. She's young and slim. Good legs in a cheap looking denim skirt. Bleach blonde hair. Not unattractive.  "She's cute." "Nah, too slutty looking" he replies. "You don't like slutty looking?" I tease. "Only on you" he says, leaning in to nuzzle my ear. "Your turn." I scan the bar. A real dearth of talent so far tonight. My eyes finally settling on a couple of big, black guys playing pool.  "Dirty girl" he says, following my gaze, "but I like your style. You'd look good as the meat in that particular sandwich..." I blush at his words and at the accompanying image. I know that I would never be bold enough to go through with such a thing but the idea is exciting nonetheless.  "Here," he says, handing me a small, expensively wrapped package. "I want you to go to the rest-room and open this. Then I want you to put them on and come back". Of course I do as he says. Thankfully the rest-room is empty. My hand is shaking slightly as I fumble open the package. It is not what I expect. Inside is a small but expensive looking pair of lace panties. I hold them up for inspection.  They are black and pretty and feminine but there is something odd about the crotch. Almost as though there is something inside it. It takes me a moment to realise what it is but then I get it. It's a vibrator. They vibrate. Presumably from a remote control which he must have.  I feel my breath quicken in expectation. That's...rude. I pause. A moment of uncertainty. Do I actually want my boyfriend to use a vibrator on me in public? To be honest I am also slightly sceptical that it will even work but after the day I've had I will probably give anything a go if it means I can finally come! Decision made, I struggle out of my tight jeans and knickers and slip Adams present on. They pull snugly up against me when I bend to pick my jeans back up from the floor.  Even though nothing has happened yet, I am already wet. For me it's always been as much about what's in my head as any physical sensation. Something Adam seems to know all too well. In fact I sometimes find it scary how accurately he is able to judge what will turn me on.  I realise then that I have been standing in front of the bathroom mirror for a long time and so, taking a deep breath, I open the door and step back out into the bar. ~ I feel incredibly self conscious as I walk back to my seat. It feels like half the bar is watching. The anticipation of what's to come already taking its toll on me.  "Well?" he grins at me. "I don't know. I'm not sure they will actually w...ohhh" I gasp as he turns on the power. Any doubts I may have had go instantly out of the window. The vibrations feel deep and powerful. Not buzzy at all. Directly against my clit.  "Stop...stop" I gasp, suddenly paranoid that someone will hear. The vibrations slow but don't stop. I slop wine over the side of my glass. Completely flustered by the unnatural sensation.  "Don't worry. I tested it at home. It's almost silent. No one is going to hear." I gulp.  "How does it feel?" he asks. "It's...good. Wow. It's really..." "Strong?" "Yes. Go slow OK?" "Hmm. You do realise I am going to make you come don't you" he says, leaning in close and kissing my neck. My chest feels tight and I feel myself flushing at the prospect of actually orgasming in a public bar. Oh god.  "Anyway, your turn" he says, suddenly cutting the vibrations and drawing a frustrated scowl from me. I look around the busy bar for a minute until my eyes finally settle on brunette trying to find a seat. She is pretty, probably about my height. Early twenties maybe?  "How about her?" I say "Mmm, she's sexy," he says. "I could definitely watch you two fuck" giving me another quick burst.  "Uhh. You'd love that wouldn't you? Me with another girl" "Of course. Although if you'd prefer a guy it looks like she has a boyfriend..." "Where?" I say, squinting across the bar, unable to really make him out. I've left my glasses at home tonight. Wanting to look my sexiest. He sighs. "You really have to get used to them you know. You don't look any less gorgeous" I smile at the complement.  "Yeah, yeah. I bet you just have a thing for pity fucking nerdy girls." He laughs and opens his mouth to respond but is distracted by something over my shoulder. When I look around, the couple looking for a table are directly behind me. I let out a little gasp of surprise as I recognise who it is. James. Fuck! What the hell is he doing here? Please don't see me!  I turn my body back toward Adam, hoping James won't recognise me but the movement is too quick and in my panic, I whack his beer glass clean off the table where it shatters loudly on the floor. Adam looks at me in astonishment as I cringe. Half the bar is now looking at us. Brilliant! There are a few half hearted cheers and then that voice, directly behind me.  "Sara?" I turn slowly. Try my hardest to act surprised. "I...I'm...James...erm...hi."  Reduced to the role of stammering idiot, I can feel Adam smirking beside me. I have complained about James often enough for Adam to know who he is. How irritating I find him. Naturally I have chosen not to share the unexpected turn of events from earlier today.  "Still making an impression I see. What are you doing here?" Annoyingly, far more composed than I.  Thankfully my boyfriend takes charge of the situation before I can make even more of a fool of myself. Standing up and extending his hand.  "Hi, I'm Adam, Sara's boyfriend." "Oh, hi, I'm James. Sara and I work together." "Yes. I've...heard a lot about you." I want to hide behind the sofa. "Really? Nothing too bad I hope. This is Sophie, my girlfriend" "Pleased to meet you," I finally manage, taking in the girl in front of me.  Across the bar she was pretty but up close, she is gorgeous. We shake hands and much to my mortification, Adam offers them the two empty chairs at our table. "Here, let me get you both a drink" "No, that's OK we were just about to..." "Yeah, great," Adam says at the same time. "No, really..." I stammer, already struggling from the sofa. But before I can get to my feet Adam gives me another long burst of vibration and my mouth drops open in shock as I flop, uselessly, back on to the couch.  "We can stay for another. I'll have a beer and Sara will have a dry white wine thanks" I am in shock. I stare daggers at him but he ignores me. All the while those awful, throbbing deep vibrations continue.  "No worries. Sophie, can you give me a hand?" As soon as they are out of earshot I turn and hiss at Adam.  "What the fuck are you doing?" He grins at my outrage.  "I just thought it might be fun to continue our game a little while longer. I know how close you were" "I...No. Not in front of James. I have to work with him," I almost squeak. I am appalled at the direction this is heading. "Are you sure? He's a good looking guy." "He's...a prat. Please..." I plead, adopting a different tack.  Naturally he ignores me and leans in closer. Whispers into my ear.  "Do you think they'd be shocked if they knew how wet you are?"  No, probably fucking not, I think. At least not James. Not after he nearly had me spreading my legs for him in the middle of the office. Even so, I find myself looking across at them both as they return.  Sophie takes a sip of her drink and licks her lips and I fleetingly wonder whether she would be turned on if she knew what was going on. Is she horny right now? Is she wet? Then another round of buzzing makes me shut my eyes briefly as I struggle against the sensation building between my legs. I wonder what it would be like if they knew? I picture the three of them watching me. Quiet. Serious faces. All their attention focussed on me. Expressions intense, the atmosphere charged. What is the correct etiquette for watching someone come in public?  Adam nudges me with his knee and I open my eyes again. Stare out at their faces but thankfully their focus is elsewhere. Sophie is looking out across the bar and saying something to James. Only Adam is paying attention to me. A knowing smirk hovering on his tanned face. I discretely shift my weight, trying to escape some of the sensation but it doesn't really work. If anything it feels even more intense and I bite my lip slightly in an effort not to gasp.  Sophie says something to Adam but I am beyond listening now. All my attention suddenly focused between my legs and that familiar build up of tension. James looks across at me as Adam turns to answer Sophie.  His gaze is wolfish. No chance of misinterpretation. It isn't a look you should give someone else's girlfriend. I wiggle excitedly under the scrutiny.  I know that look. It is the same one Adam has been giving me all evening. I want you, it says. I want to strip your clothes off and fuck your brains out.  I can feel my arousal pulsing between my legs. I stare boldly back at him. My eyes meeting his. My look saying the same thing - I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. To fold me double and pound me. I want your fingers in my cunt. Your tongue in my arse. Your cum running down my chin. Any minute now I'm going to lose it. I almost cry out at the build up of pressure. Only Adam seems to understand my predicament. To read my expression. I am caught hovering on the edge as he backs the power off, part relief part frustration, as I realise how close I was to orgasming in front of a room full of people.  James is looking at me strangely now. Knowing something is up but not what. Sophie, thank god, is oblivious. He looks at me again, then across at Adam who grins back at him.  Don't talk. Please. Don't tell him. I know that I am beginning to blush.  Just piss off. Make some excuse. Have some pressing appointment you have to attend. Go home and fuck little miss perfect. Anything but please, please don't talk to my boyfriend! I want to come so badly that it's all I can do not to just finish myself off here and now. But not in front of James and his too pretty girlfriend. I look pleadingly back to my boyfriend.  I know Adams expression. It is that look he gets right before he does something filthy to me. All intense and focused. I feel my stomach sink. I know what's coming even before he does it. I want to move. Want to stop him but he's too far away.  His hand comes out of his jacket almost in slow motion. Inside it is the remote control. The object of my torment. Of course he couldn't just be satisfied with getting me off in public. Of course he would have to push me further. He places the remote down on the table in front of him. Knowing someone may notice it. May even pick it up. Play with it. May even recognise it or figure out what it is. Who the other half is attached to. I'm almost surprised he doesn't just put in on the bar and let all and sundry take turns getting me off.  Of course I turn myself on even more thinking about just that. A whole bar full of men watching me as I come, fully clothed. Writhing around and moaning like a slut beneath their gaze.  It gets worse. Adam excuses himself to go to the bathroom and James slides across into his seat. Sophie is talking to some girl she knows on the other side of the table. I see in freeze frame the moment his gaze drops to the remote control on the table. The moment his hand reaches forward and picks it up. The brief look of confusion in his eyes.  Then he presses a button, the power goes up and I moan. I actually moan. A proper sex noise. Thank god the pub is busy and no one other than James seems to notice. He looks at me in shock, then at the remote in his hand. Realisation slowly dawning. His smirk becomes a fully fledged leer. He looks across for any sign of Adam and then nudges the power again. "Don't..." I go to say, raising a hand to take back the control but he moves easily away, turning it all the way up to maximum.  He has none of Adams finesse. None of his control. Adam would have kept me on edge all evening. Teased me until I was begging him for release. Not so James. I feel the tension inside of me beginning to spiral rapidly up. Not to be denied. A kind of hot, swelling pressure that only gets stronger and more intense. Building towards a climax. My skin feels warm and I can feel my toes beginning to curl. Oh god, it's too much. I can't take it. Too intense.  I realise in that moment that I don't want James. That there will be no repeat of today. That he would be the same in bed. Good. Brash. Confident. But not Adam. Then I start to come. Ridiculously hard. A massive, massive, stomach clenching orgasm. Wave after wave of heat. Hands gripping the table. Legs quivering. My whole body shuddering uncontrollably.  It completely overwhelms me. It's partly the sensation but more the fact that it is happening to me in public. The knowledge that anyone could glance over and see me coming my brains out. I have to fight with every part of my being not to just throw my head back and moan my way through it.  All I want to do is to arch my back up and scream out loud as every muscle in my body seems to cramp up at once. It's so powerful that I can hardly even draw breath.  By the time Adam returns my eyes are shut. Knuckles white where I am gripping the table so hard. Trembling legs braced tight against the floor. Thankfully he realises what is happening. Picks up the remote from the table where James has placed it and turns off the power. Thank god. Relief. Oh thank god.  "Are you OK?" Sophie is saying, finally realising something is amiss. Her expression concerned as James smirks, wide eyed, behind her.  "I'm fine," I gasp, my voice shaky. "Just need to get some air." "Come on, lets get you out of here" Adam says, helping me to my feet, already leading me from the bar on shaky legs. The last thing I hear is Sophie saying "I hope she's alright?" ~ It takes a long time for me to get my breath back. When finally I do, I open my mouth to speak but Adam gets there before me. "Where?" he says his hand still clamped around my upper arm. Dragging me along as though I were a disobedient child. "Mine," I gasp, "closer." We don't talk at all in the cab. Yet his eyes burn into me the whole way back. As soon as it stops I am out, bolting for the communal entrance and up the stairs. As fast as I can in my high heels. Knowing he will be following.  I get as far as my own front door before Adam catches me. I'm still trying to get my keys out of my bag when he presses his body into my back. I moan out loud as he licks my ear, his cock grinding against my bottom as I arch and squirm against him.  He undoes my bra. Unceremoniously yanking it up with my top. Then my breasts are in his hands and I moan again as starts pulling roughly on my already rock hard nipples.  I manage to get my keys out of my bag at the same time that he starts unbuttoning my jeans. His body moves briefly away from mine and I gasp as he yanks them down to my ankles along with my underwear.  I redouble my efforts to fumble the key into the lock. Suddenly aware that if I don't hurry he might fuck me right here in the hallway. Pressed up against my own front door where anyone could see. I almost sob in relief as finally, I get the key in and the door swings open. I stumble through it. My jeans still caught around my ankles where my heels are still on.  I only make it as far as the kitchen before he is on me. Without warning he tackles me roughly to the floor. I yelp at the impact.  I can hear him behind me, frantically tearing his own clothes off and I go to get up on all fours but his hand closes around the back of my neck, pushes my face down.  "No, like this," he says, pinning me to the floor.  I want him to be rough. To hurt me a little. I arch my back up the way I know he likes. My bottom raised, all my weight on my knees and chest.  I want to spread my legs but they are still caught tight together by my jeans. He moves forward, aligning himself with my dripping cunt and then, with one smooth thrust, he is inside me. Fucking me hard on the kitchen floor. My bare breasts pressed against the cool tiles.  I moan as he does it. My stomach muscles tightening, my pussy clamping around him. Breath hissing out in time with his thrusts. "Oh god I'm going to come!'" I say aloud and before I have a chance to even think my orgasm is upon me, rolling through me like a wave. My body jerks about wildly beneath him as he continues to thrust. Over and over and over and over until finally it is just too much. Too intense. "Oh my god stop! Stop!' I plead, pushing at him with one hand.  He slides out as I slump down onto the floor on my front, calmer now but my breathing still heavy. I can feel him still behind me. One hand on the curve of my arched back. He runs his wet cock all over my dripping pussy and up over my arsehole, wetting it with my juices. It feels delicious and if he wants me there I know I will let him. Instead he moves away. Works my jeans and heels off, finally freeing my legs. When I roll over onto my back I realise that he still hasn't come yet. That his cock is still rock hard. Smiling to myself I struggle up to my knees, push him back and straddle him. My turn to take the initiative. He slides in effortlessly. Lets me take control for a while before he begins to match my thrusts with his own. It feels amazing and I want to savour the sensation. I get to my feet, one hand on his chest, the other on one of the kitchen units, steadying myself as I sit back down and ride him. I keep sliding his full length in and out. Occasionally stopping to tease just the tip. Letting him enter me one centimetre at a time before sitting down hard. I move my knees forward and angle my hips a little. Greedy. Wanting even more of him.  Pretty soon I find the perfect place. The perfect position and I can feel something building inside me. Intense. Both familiar and unfamiliar. I grind harder on to him, closer and closer as I gasp and moan. I can feel my legs shaking with the effort. Can feel myself losing rhythm slightly. A small change of angle that makes his cock touch some spot inside me. Then again. Then again. Then again. Then ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh.  I open my eyes in shock as I feel the fluid gush out of me and down over his balls and cock.  "Oh, Fuck. You dirty bitch!" he gasps, the filthiest look on his face. Obviously every bit as surprised as me. Before I have time to even collect my thoughts he rolls me over and slams back into me.  I moan at the feeling that is building again already. My abdomen feels taught and I realise it's about to happen for a second time. His thrusts get harder, less controlled and I know he is nearly there too. Whatever he is doing is so perfect that I can't focus on anything apart from my own panting and yelping. I can't even comprehend what is happening, my mind all over the place. My stomach muscles ache as I go over the edge and it happens again and again gushing from my body even as he spasms and begins to come inside me.  ~ Afterwards I slowly come back down to earth. I can feel his cock softening inside me and as I begin to slip toward a contented doze beneath him, I find I myself thinking the strangest thought - how nice it would be, just once, to actually make it to bed.  Oh well. There is always tomorrow I suppose.

Andi Becomes a Stripper bybikeymoy© Andi Becomes a Stripper Pt. 01 I have been married to my wife for almost 3 years. She's a smokin' hot little blonde, if I do say so myself. She's 22 years old, 5'4", 34C-23-33. We have a great young relationship together, or at least that is what I had thought. I loved my wife a lot, maybe too much. My wife's name is Andrea, but prefers Andi and she is a full time college student at the moment, while she finishes up her degree to teach. She wants to teach junior high school kids and already had a position lined up close to our home. I knew, if I was a horny junior high kid and had a hottie of a teacher like Andi, well, one of two things would have happened. Either I woulda had a lot of problems concentrating on school work, OR... I would study even harder to try and impress her. But, one of the two was a lock! My wife's newest best friend at college was Krissy. She was a couple years younger at 19 and was equally gorgeous. She was a little taller at 5'6" and a freakin' brick house, too at 34C-22-34. When I first met her I thought she was a model and it turns out, I was right! I didn't know what kind of model, but assumed, wrongly, fashion. My wife and Krissy became close quickly, exchanging secrets like sisters. They would go out on Saturdays and have a girls night out at the movies or a local dance bar. I didn't mind, as I would do the same with my buds. What I didn't know initially, was how drunk they'd get. I almost always got home first and crashed right away. I like to party as much as any 24 year old, but I'm not really a night owl. I've always been a morning person. So, I was never up when Andi got home until one evening I cancelled with my friends, because I needed to finish up a report for work due the following Monday. I got it done around midnight and was uncharacteristically too wired to go to bed. So, thinking Andi would be home soon, I decided to wait up and maybe have some sexy time with my hottie. So I just turned on the Golf Channel and occupied myself with the tape-delayed broadcast. 1:00 came and went. 2:00... still no Andi. I didn't want to appear to be one of those overbearing husbands, so I decided not to call her. Hell, for all I knew, she always got home that late. But, no longer wired, I couldn't stay up any longer and went to bed. When I woke at 6:30, as usual, she was asleep right next to me. I smiled and kissed her, as usual (she never moved a muscle, as usual) before padding to the kitchen to make coffee and get myself alert. I knew the 4-1/2 hours of sleep I'd had, would haunt me after lunch, but I never sleep in and knew I'd catch a relaxing Saturday afternoon nap at some point. With all my work done, I felt great though, not having to worry about it the rest of the weekend. Andi got up sometime between 10 and 11, because, when I was done mowing the lawn at 11:30, she came outside dressed and looking like a million bucks to tell me that I was wonderful and the yard looked great. I told her I was just finishing up and invited her to join me in the shower. "Oh, sweetie. I already showered. I'm sorry. I'm meeting Krissy again, to go shopping with her. We're picking out clothes for her next modeling shoot, remember?" I honestly didn't remember, but that's not unusual. Lol. For the next few weeks, when Andi wasn't with me she was most assuredly with Krissy. They were almost like twins and frankly, I liked it! They'd been going to the spa, the gym and tanning at the beach together much more frequently. Andi'd even accompanied her on several photo shoots, which I knew, had to be exiting for her. Andi was beginning to wear more sexy makeup, like Krissy. She dyed her hair more blonde, like Krissy. And she began to dress just a touch more slutty, like Krissy. What was there for me to complain about? She was coming home to me every night... eventually! Our schedules being a little off was the only thing I could bemoan; she was a night owl and I was an early bird. But it was working, and morning sex with Andi became the solution. Every damned morning without fail, I'd wake up, begin kissing her neck, her breasts, her thighs or even her ass. Lol. She would stir and we'd fuck ourselves sweaty. I'd shower and start my day, while Andi would go back to sleep for a few hours until she had classes or other plans with either me or Krissy. Andi staying out late evolved into more of a nightly thing, than a weekend thing and her grades were suffering. We'd talked about it and even though, she was so close to graduating with her teaching degree, she wasn't ready to start that career. She told me she thought she wanted to explore modeling first, like Krissy. She reasoned, once she started teaching, she'd never be able to try it. "Plus," she said, "Some of Krissy's photographers have told me, they'd love to shoot me." And she backed it up, showing me a couple of really sexy candid proofs they'd given her. "When did you have these taken?" "Last week they talked me into posing for a few shots, while Krissy was changing." She was beaming, "They told me the camera loves me!" I had to admit, they were awesome photos. I also had to admit, I wanted to see more! So, we agreed, she'd put school on hold and try to make it as a fashion model! She corrected me, "Well, it's not really fashion modeling, I'm not tall enough for that. They call it glamour modeling." I figured that would be great. Fashion... glamour... no difference to me. I was married to a hot blonde model! We hired Krissy's agent and almost immediately and within a couple months, she was published! Andi was in some local ads, even an insurance billboard! Her popularity continued to grow, and she got picked to model for national brands in magazines, hawking everything from hair coloring and other beauty products, to Chevys and even premium booze. I didn't think I could be any more proud, until I found out she was going to get to be one of the models in the "Blonde Beach Beauties" calendar! She was so excited for herself. And also for Krissy, who hadn't been quite as successful so fast. She, too, was also chosen to be one of the twelve blondes. It was a hot calendar with lots of sexy, fun scenes sprinkled throughout the pages of blonde babes frolicking on the beach in bikinis. They each got a month with a full size picture. July never looked better! And her agent promised, she'd have her own calendar the next year! Andi's days were filled with working out, tanning and then getting salon treatment before modeling into the evening and partying all night. Then she'd crash till noon. It was getting harder to wake her up for our morning romps and more than once, when we fucked, I don't even think she remembered it. We talked about it and I suggested, maybe she ought to dial back the late night partying and rest a little bit between assignments. I could see it was wearing on her... mind you, nothing a little makeup couldn't fix. But, still, she was really wearing down. She even lost a few pounds that she didn't need to lose. Andi told me I didn't understand. Adding the BS line that she had to market herself by going out and being seen. Her ego was growing, but I hadn't really begun to worry, just yet. A month later, it was like a switch had been flipped. Andi was still partying all night, but now she was waking me up for sex when she got home! She'd still be drunk off her hot little ass and slurring, but amazingly her energy level had returned in spades. I'd go to bed horny as hell, knowing that, soon I'd be roused and sexually mauled by my little blonde, drunk-off-her-ass, glamour model wife. Of course, you all know what she was doing, but my dumb ass didn't even consider that her new found energy came from coke that Krissy'd been sharing with her. She even got her own dealer and I was selfishly oblivious. It became seventh heaven for me, having developed a fetish for her alcohol laced breath and the accompanying slurring. In fact, I'd quit bothering her altogether about her all night partying. And in fact, I'd begun to keep a bottle of Belvedere vodka on my night stand and have her drink even more... at least a shot or three, while I fucked her beautiful drooling pussy. She was insatiable. I was fat dumb and happy. In another month or so, Andi came to me upset. She had just dropped under 100 pounds and her agent told her that next year's calendar shoot was off, unless she got breast implants. He said, "Andi, you're beautiful but glamour models need more curves and you're just too skinny." She cried on my shoulder, while I comforted her. It was true. Once a curvaceous 34C-23-33, she was now a little saggy 32B-22-32. Andi wasn't anorexic looking but fashion model thin, now. At only 5'4", that wasn't gonna cut it. I agreed, for her career, that we'd just have to get her some tits! She was feeling much better with my support and we even had a rare midday, sober, fuck session that left us both breathless. Andi's modeling assignments were just beginning to dwindle by the time the surgery was scheduled. She rationalized that it was her agent giving her a break to rest, before the titty ferry came. In reality, her modeling career had come to a fork in the road, just a few short miles before a dead end. Andi and I had, of course, discussed the size and everything, including material and the shape of her new "babies" as she called them. We agreed, as did the doctor, that she'd be back to normal and even a little better with about 400cc's of silicone added to each diminished breast. Enter... the agent. The manipulative bastard had an agenda... a 600cc agenda and intervened. I told her not to listen to him, but he was able to break down Andi's defenses, encouraging her, to the point of brainwashing, that the upcoming calendar shoot was her most important gig, yet. He reminded her that, "This thing was almost cancelled." He reminded her it was a solo calendar and would most certainly fail, if there wasn't something spectacular to look at on every page. In the end, he prevailed upon her that the whole thing depended on blowing people's minds. I was against it. Sure I'd allowed myself to behave somewhat depraved for my own enjoyment. But, I was really naive about the impending rabbit hole before us. I was truly in love with my beautiful, sexy wife and could feel this was a bad idea, but he'd beaten me. Andi's mind was made up. Andi Becomes a Stripper Pt. 02 Andi had the surgery, indeed having had the 600cc high profile saline implants installed. They were fabulously big and round and awe inspiring, but I couldn't help but think they were a big mistake. I mean, once her modeling ended (I figured in a few years or sooner) and teaching began, she'd look ridiculous. What principal would put her in charge of teaching horny middle school kids? Obviously she'd have to have them removed. I wasn't looking forward to that reality for just about every reason YOU can imagine. We used to have such a logical, cut-and-dried plan for our future together. Now, I was filled with trepidation, whenever I considered the impending drama and the impact of all this. Andi was super excited, though. She loved her new tits, her friend, Krissy, loved her new tits, her agent loved her new tits... hell, I loved her new tits, too! But, I knew they had come with a price exceeding anything financial. And it was hard at first, but I had to force myself to quit thinking about all the negatives... just go with the flow, day by day... for my own sanity. For all practical purposes, I had to quit being so practical... nuts, I know! Though she'd had a fairly major surgery that brought her to an E/F cup, her recovery was surprisingly quick and it had to be, because the calendar shoot was two months later. Andi was back to partying and staying out late almost every night again. I was amazed at her resilience, but unbeknownst to me she'd had a lot of help with her recovery. Her asshole agent had impressed upon her the importance of following the doctor's prescribed recovery regimen so she'd be ready for the shoot. That regimen included strong pain pills. Now, I knew about them and really didn't dwell on it. I mean, after all, they were certainly a necessity after such a procedure, but I was unaware that she had refilled that prescription more than once and continued to take them whenever she felt a tinge of pain. Well, the shoot went off great and I was invited to join my beautiful, little, blonde wifey at the celebration banquet at a trendy, uber-posh club downtown. I was beside myself excited, because not only did I get the chance to be known as 'her' husband, I got the chance to mingle with the bevy of calendar hotties that also attended! Let me tell you, it was the largest group of the sexiest babes I had ever seen, let alone been around. Andi and I had taken a cab together, as did several of the other attached models. But several of the girls including Krissy had arrived together in a stretch-limo, making for one helluva grand entrance. Andi excitedly squeezed my hand and I knowingly nodded, as she jumped up to join her new 'friends'. I was not under any false pretenses that Andi would be by my side the whole evening. This was their thing and I was simply satisfied to be her 'plus-one'. Throughout the evening, Andi was flitting around the club with the other girls and even made sure to come back to me often, proudly introducing me to her friends and including me in the small talk and stories pertaining to the photoshoot. Apparently their were a lot of sexy outtakes that certainly wouldn't make the published version, that I was going to get to see in the near future. Overall, it was as fantastic an evening as I'd hoped. We drank and danced to the thumping music as a group and also one on one until very late into the evening. I was running out of gas, but Andi was in her element. She was very drunk and slurring her words badly by this time and it was then that I first noticed something. Andi had returned from the powder room with a couple of the other girls giggling and practically holding each other up. I was really getting turned on, because admittedly I enjoy seeing her like this for some perverted reason. But even in my inebriated state, I saw a trace of white powder under her nose on her upper lip. Immediately I knew, 'Holy shit! She's doing cocaine!' I thought, almost out loud. I had to get her out of there. I certainly wasn't going to confront her about it then and there in front of everyone, but I was truly gobsmacked. One of her friends discretely pointed it out and she quickly dabbed it away with her back to me. Then she grabbed me to go dance some more. Now, I knew how she had so much goddamn energy. I forced myself to dance and have fun for the sake of her evening and just watch her in action. I excused myself after a couple more songs admitting I needed a coffee. Andi laughed, kiddingly, "Par'ry poooper! You go gedda cofffee, but bring me annozzer shot o' vo'ka!" I didn't argue, hell, she was letting me into her sexy little world, even if she wasn't completely honest about what she was doing in this fast little world of hers. I decided, we'd have plenty of time to discuss this later on. Well, we closed the joint and by the time we'd left and I'd hailed a cab, I'd finished the evening with three cups of coffee. Andi'd had several more shots of vodka and was crushed! Once outside, I noticed she could barely walk and couldn't talk, but her eyes were radiant, slightly crossed, but almost sparkling as she looked at me with a silly, longing grin, likely trying to figure out how many of me there actually were. I helped her into the cab and she put her head on my shoulder. I figured she'd fall asleep like that before we got home, though she never did. Her eyes were glassy, unfocussed and open the whole way and for some reason, I'd become hard as a rock! She never said another intelligible word the rest of the evening and we'd fucked three times by the time the sun was up. I'd been up all night and uncharacteristically, as the sun rose, I drifted into a deep sleep right next to her. When I awoke around noon, I'd heard her in the bathroom. Apparently she'd just gotten up. I stretched, yawning, lying there and listening, expecting to hear her throwing up. But, she'd merely peed. I'd heard her fumbling through her purse and filling a glass of water, perfectly consistent with dosing herself with headache medicine. Then there was a longish mostly silent pause and I heard two long deep sniffs, followed by a couple more short wetter ones, as she cleared her throat. I'm no cocaine expert, but my lazy eyes shot wide open. 'Oh, my God!' I thought, unable to finish the thought! She flushed the toilet and emerged from the bathroom. I'd re-closed my eyes, feigning sleep, as she crawled back into bed, snuggling up next to me. I stirred and pulled her close to me. Andi's hand slowly snaked down between my legs, as my morning-wood grew even harder. Taking me in her hand, she 'stroked me awake'. "Good morning, baby," she said, hoarsely. I hummed, "Hmmm-morning, sexy." Andi pushed the covers down, climbing on top of me. She sat, straddling my hips with her wet pussy flush against the underside of my hard-on, playing with the head, manipulating it against her clit. I stared up at her mesmerized by the wobble of her heavy, gigantic tits, as she ground herself against me. "I'm horny. Fuck me again, baby...' she drawled. I shifted my hips, as she raised and slowly lowered herself onto me completely and began to rock. My hands were caressing and weighing her big round globes as she rode me. "My God, Andi, you are a vision!" even with the dark circles under her eyes. "No headache?" "Nope!" with emphasis on the 'P'! "Now fuck me, Daddy!" she said in a fake babydoll voice. "Holy shit! That's a new one!" I let go of her tits and began to fuck up into her in earnest. "I like that!" I added. I struggled to hold back, waiting for her to cum. "Cum for me." I whispered. She closed her glassy eyes feeling every inch of me invading her depths for the fourth time in a matter of hours. I was concentrating on the ache of my dick... holding out for her, as we met each other's thrusts. And then it happened. "Oooohh, Gaawwddd! I'm cumming... I'm coming so hard for you, baby!" she whined. As her body vibrated and convulsed on top of me, I blew my load into the sexiest woman I'd ever seen in my life... my wife. Andi Becomes a Stripper Pt. 03 Frankly, I'm not sure what's going on with me. It's been a few weeks since the 'calendar party' and my idiotically belated realization that my hot wife was doing cocaine. I had resolved to discuss it with her, but for some reason, I can't. Enjoying Andi's drunken partying and even encouraging her to drink for my own perverted pleasure is not good. But something darker in my psyche has awakened and likes this new development. I guess I'm waiting for... I don't know... maybe, a bigger red flag. I know this is so stupid. I know you're screaming at me to wake up and stop the madness (please keep in mind that this is wholly fiction), but I also know, I'm not ready to do that. As hot as she is physically, this only makes her hotter! I catch her doing coke all the time now, but pretend not to notice. The 'Blonde Beach Beauties' calendar just went on sale and is selling well, they say. I have a copy fastened to the side of my fridge, locked on July! Out of all the gorgeous models in the thing, Andi is easily the slimmest and bustiest... and to me the most beautiful. I find myself wondering all the time, whether she was under the influence of something in that picture, and if something, what? At any rate, it had been weeks and she'd had no more modeling assignments... that just didn't compute with me. I asked Andi about it and she blamed her agent. When I pressed her on it she admitted that there was work to be had, but that she didn't like the jobs he'd proposed. I resisted the urge to probe deeper and went as far as to suggest that maybe it was time to finish her schooling, ya know, get that degree. Well, THAT pissed her off to no end! "Michael!" she only called me Michael, when I was in trouble. "I am nowhere near done with this! And, if you must know, the reason I've been turning down jobs is because of YOU!" Her eyes were beady, shooting daggers at me. "What!? Baby, I don't understand. I only—" She cut me off, "You wanna know why I'm not getting work? It's because I know you wouldn't approve!" "Approve of what? More billboards, more magazine adds? Babydoll, I don't get it." "Michael! It's because of these!" she said pointing to her tits with her thumbs. "These are big sexy tits! When was the last time you saw a billboard or a legit magazine ad with someone as stacked as me!?" I could certainly tell she was angry, but why the fuck was she directing it at ME? Now, I was pissed. "Fuck, Andi! You and your asshole agent picked those out! Not me, goddamn it!" sensing I was digging my own grave I figured I had better keep talking. "I mean, I love them. They're fantastic, but they would have been almost equally fantastic, if we'd stuck to the original plan." I defended myself. "400's would have been—" She cut me off again, "Oh, I see how it is!" she was crying, now. "You're just like, Carl (the agent). I have these ridiculous tits, because I wanted them, huh? No! You fucking asshole! I got them because I wanted to be a good model. I wanted that calendar job and so did you!... and... I didn't hear you complaining, when you first saw them!" "Babydoll, I'm not complaining, NOW. I just..." Shit... I knew what was going on, now. Fucking Carl! That bastard knew all along what he was doing. Now, she was typecast, as a floozie. The scumbag was going for easy money, trying to book her in soft-core porn. And, she was right. I wasn't at all inclined to approve! "...I just... want us to go back to the way we were." She was crying her eyes out, now. I went to give her a hug, hold her, but she backed away, slapping at my arms. "I WANT to model and I'm doing it! I don't care what you say!" She grabbed her cellphone and stormed out of the room. 'FFUUUCCKKK!' I murmurred to myself. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that this IS what she wanted! I mean, she must have, right? It was funny how I was reading her mind so much better, now. She'd picked a fight with me so she could stomp out and accept work that I wouldn't approve! Well, two could play that game! Right about then, I realized I had a boner. We didn't talk for a couple days. She'd go out with Krissy or whoever, come home late and I'd wake up in the morning with her back to me, as far away as she could get without falling out of bed. Ravishing me in the middle of the night, high on whatever, had abruptly ceased. I was more than bothered. If we couldn't go back to 'the way we were', I at least wanted to rewind to the point, where she wanted me again. So, I did what most men would do... I caved. It was a Saturday morning, where I decided to surprise Andi with a perfect apologetic breakfast in bed that would rival Denny's. When I woke her, she stretched and smiled at me for the first time in days. My haughty little hottie actually said, "I accept your apology." We were finally talking again and she admitted that she wasn't sure she could do the new assignments, proving... though I was careful not to acknowledge, that my supposition was right. Against my better judgement, I found myself encouraging her. I even told her, "Hey, if you're nervous about a particular shoot, have a drink or two first. No one would have to know... Maybe it would take the edge off, ya know?" She was all but done with her breakfast, when she excused herself to the bathroom. As I was gathering the breakfast tray, I heard the familiar toot-toot and knew she was getting high. Undeterred, I took the tray to the kitchen to clean up. Moments later, Andi approached, wrapping her arms around me from behind and whispered in my ear from her tiptoes, "Come back to bed and fuck me, Daddy!" Andi Becomes a Stripper Pt. 04 How far down will she go? Andi's modeling assignment calendar was finally filling up again. Carl had arranged for some photo shoots that were, indeed, more intended for an adults-only audience. I didn't like it, but Andi seemed happy with me and her "career" again, so I relented. I held out a sliver of hope that Andi wouldn't be able to handle this "more risqué" stuff and that maybe she'd quit this thing. Fighting her on it all the time would just kill our relationship, and I certainly didn't want that. I loved her deeply and was, at the same time, hopelessly infatuated with her physical beauty. Hell, I didn't know if another woman could even make me hard at this point. I knew I'd just be thinking of Andi for years to come, anyway... regardless of whether I decided to move on from all this... this shit! So, I stayed the course, quietly hoping that enduring this time of tumult would be the thing that eventually brought us back to domestic normalcy one day. Damn it, I wanted my cake, and I was gonna eat it, too! Andi had been out partying with Krissy and some others and came home late, but early for her standards, because I was still up. She was obviously drunk and at least a little high, but she was crying. She and her friend had had it out. Resentment and jealousy turned to some nasty things being said between the two beauties. Through sobs, Andi let me know that she and Krissy were no longer friends. She was a little too wasted to coherently explain what had happened in any kind of detail. But she was obviously distraught. They'd been inseparable through all this "glamour" business. Losing friends is never easy, so I just held her, trying to be as comforting as I could, all the while thinking that this could be it; the thing that could snap her out of this "glamourous" nightmare. Eventually, Andi was able to get herself settled down after two more shots of vodka and several "covert" bumps in the bathroom. I needed to go to sleep, so I turned her side of the bed down for her, for when she was ready to flame out for the evening. I hugged her again and kissed her mascara streaked face goodnight. I was beat and certainly wasn't expecting sex. She smiled weakly, told me she loved me and just looked at me, through her glassy, bloodshot eyes... Damn it, I was getting a boner and she noticed it. Andi's smile grew wicked, and she stared right thru me with those fucked up eyes. She reached down between my legs and grabbed hold of my cock, stroked it a few times and slurred, "FUKK me firs'. Fuk my brai'z out, Da'dy!" I swept her in my arms and rolled her over to my side of the bed and swiftly mounted her missionary. Andi was clawing my back, pulling me down to her. Fumes of booze escaped the panting mouth and I reveled in it. Something about it had me so fucking worked up, so fast, I had to stop pumping to keep from cumming. I withdrew and raised up, sitting back on my haunches out of breath. I have no idea what she knew or was aware of, but she spun out from under me, reached out for the bottle of vodka on the nightstand, and, from her knees, threw her head back, guzzling a shot. Then her panting, partially numbed mouth purposefully attacked mine! The kiss was sloppy, feverish and urgent. The fumes coming out were strong, threatening to burn out all the hair in my nose. I knew I was about to blow my load right there on the bed between my knees, when she removed her lips from mine, as if coming up for air. Then she guzzled another shot. Immediately, she attacked my mouth again! I was deliriously hot, huffing her booze fumes and it was obvious to me, she knew that. When she did it again, I did blow my load right there on the bed without being touched! Andi laid back down, her legs spread and her head on her pillow. She stared at me more cockeyed than ever, slurring breathlessly, "Gennin' fukkd up fer, Da'dy!" and unsteadily brought the bottle to her mouth with both hands and upended it. Gulping and choaking down as much as she could before I yanked the bottle from her suddenly wilting, trembling hands. Sickly, I was already rock hard again. I mounted her alcohol embalmed body and proceeded to fuck the shit out of her, just like she asked. By the time I was done, Andi was comatose, but somehow, a silly smile was etched across her streaked, booze sodden face. What the fuck was wrong with me!? At that point the old Andi ceased to exist in my brain. I had let her corruption continue to this point, and it felt like a point of no return. I wanted to go back in time and fix this, but at the same time, the futility of that, made me give up fighting these new urges. They consumed my conscience. That boozy breath, those fucked up glassy eyes, the slurred speech, the way she struggled to keep her balance, and the way she wanted me to fuck her obscenely sexy body senseless all fueled my urges. I knew I wasn't the same person anymore. I knew, I wanted more! The next morning, er, I guess around noon, when Andi was waking up. I tried to talk with her, but she was in too much of a fog. I heard her go piss in the bathroom, then I heard the familiar long sniffs, which were followed by a clearing of her throat, then a couple more snorts. When she finally emerged the fog had lifted. When I approached her again, Andi was already soaring! "Baby, last night was awesome! I gotta tell you, I love it when I can smell booze on your breath!" "Then, c'mere, Daddy. I probably still do." She sauntered towards me, wrapping her petite little arms around my neck and and planting a passionate "kiss" on me. Yep, still boozy with a little "morning" stank mixed in. "God, that makes me so, fuckin' hot for you, baby!" "I know, Daddy! You fuck me so good, when I've been drinkin'. I love it when you fuck me when I'm drunk!" "I love it when you're fucked up, baby. It's so fucking hot!" "Then hand me that bottle, and lets get me fucked up, again!" I had to smile and as I was reaching for the vodka, Andi added, 'cause I love getting fucked up for you Daddy." She chugged what was left in the bottle and we made out. The fumes did their thing to me and we fucked for another hour, before her made me go to the liquor store to get more vodka. I wasn't gone for more than 30 minutes, but when I entered the bedroom with a fresh new bottle, I was dumbstruck. Andi had, somehow, showered, fixed her pretty blonde hair and was dressed in the black vinyl lingerie from one of her previous gigs, kneeling in the bed, openly snorting one line after another! My mouth fell open. She smiled evilly at me and ganked another, before asking me pointedly, "You like me to get high, too, don't you, Daddy?" My cock threatened to tear though the zipper on its own! I sat the bottle down on the nightstand and approached her, "God, baby. You've got to be the sexiest woman alive!" We continued an encore performance from the night before! Andi's first few shoots, during the coming weeks were to be softcore, topless gigs. Not exactly primo-spankrag material, but I was completely onboard now. Unbeknownst to Andi, I called the fucker, Carl, and told him I wasn't an obstacle any longer. I told him, that I thought Andi could be a XXX star and that was now our goal! The other end of the line was silent at first. Then, he chuckled and replied in a deep "Chicago mob-boss" kinda voice, "That ain't no shit!" The first topless shoot went off without a hitch. Andi had learned to flaunt her assets without reticence or humility with the help of a lot of intoxicants. Andi was no longer a binger. She was drinking and doing coke, all day, every day from the moment she'd get up, now. But, the shoots were always scheduled either in the morning, or early afternoons, before she'd be too-too fucked up. I learned that Carl had explained to both Andi and Krissy (and most certainly, all of his other "bitches"... er, eh, clients) early on, that being obviously blasted for photoshoots, would have you unemployed in a heartbeat. But, he'd also encouraged a certain amount of swill, dope and blow, to help with his pretty young clients' "nerves". Actually, I knew it was so they'd be easier to exploit! This became crystal clear to me, when I accompanied Andi to some of these first few little topless shoots. Carl was also adept at recognizing and firmly insisting they take whatever he gave them before the cameras started clicking, for their own good (if they showed up a little too tipsy; a couple hits of coke, little too high; vodka). Now, I knew how it all began. What a sleazeball! (My own hypocrisy here is duly noted!) And, yes, I was taking notes! Anyway, the prime gigs went to the stunners, of course. And, I'd seen first hand on two occasions, where some chick showed up too far in the bag for their looks. In other words, "Rode too hard, and put up wet" for too long, would get you gone real quick. If you weren't hot AND willing, Carl had no patience for you. Luckily Andi was both and the camera loved her! Andi was high on more than life, knowing that she was gonna be a sexy star, making really good money, posing topless in the sexiest clothes and lingerie. It lasted all of two weeks before, it was Andi, who wanted to show more! Carl had manipulated her directly and I capitulated at home, more indirectly. She was a hit with the agency and usually high enough to believe anyone, who told her she could walk on water. I worked it out with Carl, that I would be her manager. I'd quit my job and cater to whatever and wherever he said Andi was supposed to be. He actually liked to idea, because he admitted what a pain in the ass it was, dealing with "these bitches" most of the time. The agreement was that he'd deal with me regarding gigs. Once I'd get her there, he'd handle the biz. But, that he wanted to work on her a little more... get her excited about how awesome she was and that "nude" stardom awaited! We both salivated at the money she'd command doing full nudes and then, later, porn. Andi was oblivious. She usually was, regarding most things anyway, anymore. Being loaded all the time was killing brain cells at a rapid clip and turned her into an obedient submissive slut in record time! Without Krissy around, I was her go-to, chaperone, lover, her equally corrupted husband. We were going at it hot and heavy; a late-night, after-party, drunk-as-fuck, fuckfest, on another night, shortly after I'd sold my soul. She stared at me with those telltale, glassy, fucked-up eyes, and a smile crept across her face. She wasn't too fucked up to talk at that point, she just chose not to answer, verbally. As she reached down with one hand to massage my rapidly recovering dick, I told her she was gonna be a star and offered to lay out two more fat lines of coke for her, since her coordination was all but gone at that point. The size of her smile doubled, as she leaned against me, waiting, while I laid out two long fat lines of coke. Then she spoke, "Al luv you, da'dy! I'n gonna fukk you sooo, gooo'." She ganked up both lines and, immediately, her expression went vapid. Steadying herself against the towel rack, she came back to me. "Al luv isss shit! Gaah, I'n sooo fukkin' high, righ' now!" "And drunk," I added. "Do another shot of vodka and kiss me, baby." She stumbled out of the bathroom with me in tow, making her way to the nightstand, put one hand on it to steady herself and gulped 2 or 3 more slugs straight out of the bottle, smacked her pretty lips and gulped for air. I raised her to me, literally holding her up. She still had a death grip on the bottle, but nothing else was working very well. I went in for that kiss and was overwhelmed with lust as she forcefully exhaled, slobbering all over my face. I think her mouth was trying to find mine! The fumes nearly intoxicated me. After another big rip from the bottle, she repeated the process and I ejaculated between our pressed, sweaty bodies. Andi dropped the bottle and collapsed back on the bed. Andi was in heaven; wearing a fucked up smile and mumbling incoherently. So, was I, but certainly headed for hell. The seeds had been planted. Andi, now, desperately wanted to show off her nude wares in front of the camera. With plenty of makeup, she looked pretty much the same; hot as fuck, but dripping with horny lust. Without it, her looks were beginning to slip, even if just a little. Puffy bags under her eyes were constant, but still, mostly, concealable with enough makeup. Her look, though still sexy as hell, was hardening; no longer even close to the hot, innocent, "girl-next-door", playboy model anymore. A bottle of vodka per day for past two months, along with everything else, had ruined her ability to remember, think and judge things accurately. Andi was thinner than I'd ever seen her. At 5'4", she now weighed 94 pounds, measured 30F-21-32. On top of her other addictions, she was a tan-aholic and her skin was a little too dry and baked, just like her brain. The contrast with her completely colorless, platinum-blonde hair, made it look amazing to me... almost iridescent. I fucking loved all of it! She did only three nude shoots before Carl approached me with concerns. Not being able to pass for the naked... or even, slut-next-door had affected her marketability. He said a change would have to happen. Either she could lighten her tan, darken her hair and put on a few pounds to get back to nude "glamour", or she could go the route of a fetish model. The correct thing to do would have been to get Andi reined in enough to convince her that plan "A" was the best, most lucrative option. I was pretty sure, none of that would work and I told Carl, as such. Carl agreed. He said, "You've got yourself quite a little messed up little bitch on your hands, there." I didn't say anything. I knew he was right and, frankly, I liked it that way. I didn't ask much of her. I didn't have to. Andi and I were equally "into" her corruption! "Alright, then," Carl continued. "I'll call Doc Johnson this afternoon. From 600ccs to 1200ccs is sellable... tits-on-a-stick, it is! By the way, can she dance?" "Sure, she can dance," I wasn't following.

April's Debasement by ValerianXIII There were snickers and whispers all through out the class. April was in a state of shock for the moment but her state of undress rapidly began to sink in. She held her legs together as best she could hoping the desk would conceal most her crotch. With both hands she crossed them across her chest hiding her obvious lack of cleavage from the class. Her bra was padded yes and it was designed to press up a little but without a shirt on it was still pretty obvious she had really, really small breasts. Sister Judy turned back around just in time to see her blushing pale student covering up in a total panic. She couldn't help but smirk down at the wide eyed girl as her situation began to register. She even closed back in on her desk admiring the scene she just created. Waves of euphoria crept across her whole body but she was far from through. "No! Sit up straight. None of that! I want good posture at all times." With her hands still in place April complied sitting up straight but knowing this exposed the pubic hair from her crotch to some of her classmates. "Now I want you to put both hands on top of your desk, neatly." Sister Judy instructed. April shot a glance over at Kyle who was , like everyone else, wide eyed and fully focused on her predicament. She always had a crush on Kyle and him seeing her like this made it extra mortifying. Sister Judith caught that quick glance mentally noting it for later. With a renewed blush and and students snickering ringing in her ears, April uncrossed her arms and placed them as instructed across her wooden desk. Many of the guys including Kyle were craning there necks to get the best view while still staying seated. Most of them couldn't see the front of her bra and they could only make out a shadowy outline of her somewhat hairy crotch underneath the desk. When April looked the to left she could see Kyle but if she looked right then it was Sally and her goon squad smirking right back at her. There was no where she could look without a wall of leering eyes and cruel smirks. Ms. Judith was very happy about the situation in front of her and body seemed to tingle all over now in response. Students were trying to get a peek from several angles and there really wasn't anything April could do about it. "Now keep them on the desk until class is over with." The teacher commanded. The almost naked trembling girl shook at her desk. Not only from nervousness but from the cold air conditioning hitting her exposed skin. Goosebumps formed but April didn't dare do anything about it. "Okay class where were we?" Sister Judy returned to her lesson plan for now behaving as if nothing had just happened. Letting the sight of her students obvious discomfort build up more tingling feelings inside her. Sister Judy just continued on like nothing was unusual. She read on about ancient history when the Roman empire fell and most of the world plunged into a dark age. Time ticked along slowly. April tried to keep her focus on the teacher but she could feel eyes from all around her as they continued to stare. April felt her cheeks burning with shame as she tried to ignore her classmates. They probably weren't paying to much to the fall of the empire and more at her humiliating circumstances. There seemed to be a constant whisper or a muffled laugh but April tried to just block it out. She only wished for this nightmare to end. But things would only get worse. "Class I need you to open your history book to chapter four and we are going to read about the dark ages." April was at first relieved believing this would take some of the focus of of her semi-nude state. She opened her desk like she had done so many times before just like everyone else was. But soon to her already compounding distress the book wasn't where she left it. After shifting everything around she realized it wasn't in there at all. She couldn't of lost it because it was just here only a few hours ago. She tried to minimize her rifling through the drawer trying not to raise suspicions as she was already being watched like a hawk from every direction. She paniciked inside a little doing her best not to show it. "Where is it?!!" She screamed in her mind biting her lip at the same time. Little did she know that while she was in the dark room and the teachers back was turned one of Sally's friends took it and hid it in the back. "Oh no!" April whispered hoping nobody heard. So without really thinking she pulled out her math book from earlier thinking maybe no one would notice. That idea didn't last very long though. "April that is not your history book. Did you not hear or are you trying to be defiant once again?" "Uhh.. I can't find it..." She stuttered. Sister Judy had some idea Sally had something to do with it's disappearance but she pretended not to know. "Well where is it? Did it grow legs and walk away?" April made brief eye contact with the smirking Sally. At that moment she knew her blonde nemesis had something to do with it. "I think someone stole it." But Sister Judith wasn't hearing it. "Another fib, another lie. Your not having a very good morning are you young lady?" On the inside sister Judy was enjoying this new found excuse to continue her punishment but on the outside she looked down at April with a look of disappointment. "So let me see if I have it right," She took a breath and continued. "You are already going through shame punishment , sitting in class almost completely naked and you actually have the nerve to pull out a math book and try to deceive me and the entire class. Then you lie about one of your classmates stealing it when you clearly lost it! Don't you think you are in enough trouble young lady?" Sister Judith didn't bother waiting for her response. "Get up her right now young lady! "She barked. April was frozen to her seat or at least it felt that way. The thought of standing let alone walking in front of the class was more than she could stand right now "I said get up here right NOW !" She said loud enough that her voice cracked. She pointed on a spot on the floor in front of her desk and April popped out of her seat in fear. She shuffled up to the front of the room one hand across her bra while the other cover her crotch. Sister Judith couldn't help notice how the slender teen preferred to cover her bra covered chest as opposed to her bare behind as she scurried up to the front of the room. More giggling followed as the bottomless girl made her way up front. The teacher seemed to encourage their behavior as they openly pointed and laughed at their semi-naked class mate. For her this added to the effect enhancing the girls humiliation while at the same time increasing her pleasure. April posed in front of her teacher with one hand now covering her bare butt while that same main arm was still draped across her chest. Kyle was seated in the second row just behind her and she was well aware of it. Sister Judy studied the girl for a moment enjoying renewing humiliation. Oh April now matter how hard I punish you, you still act like a naughty little girl" Sister Judith said while emphasizing the little part. "Looks like your punishment will have to be taken a step further. You can start by putting your hands at your sides." To April's dismay the teacher secured each of her wrists and easily pried them apart exposingg her bare butt to the giggling class once again. She then took both hands and clasped them behind the girls head while forcing her elbows straight out to the sides. April closed her eyes tightly wishing the ground would just swallow her up. "Keep your eyes open wide young lady! I want you to feel every bit shame coming your way." With her eyes back open April realized her teacher had stepped to the side and was reaching around to unhook the clasp of her bra. April held her breath as the tension in her bra was released and the cups pulled forward. She had the girl unclasp her hands as well just long enough to pull the bra all the way off. Sister Judith was careful not drop the bra's padded contents keeping that fact still a suprise for her eager classmates. The teachers devilish grin only teased the class as they couldn't see what she could. April's face was crimson red and her cheeks were burning like never before. "My you are really blushing now, aren't you? I think I've found your hot button or should I say buttons!" The teacher snickered at her own joke while her students were craning there necks to see what was going on. "I might have to keep you like this all day, would you like that?" April shook her head from side to side rather vigorously. "We will have to see then. I certainly am enjoying your naked shameful condition and I believe your classmates are as well." Several giggles could be heard behind her. "For the time being you can stay just as you are while we continue on with are history lesson." April had a miserable expression at the thought remaining naked for the rest of the day. Most of the boys had never seen a naked girl before so this was quite the sight to behold. She could see the glare from a boy named Timmy's glasses who sat at the far end of the room as he tried to lean forward to see her front. Only a few weeks ago she had called him a dork in front of his friends embarrassing him. April turned away from him slightly so he couldn't see her front but this was noticed by Sister Judy and she decided to capitalize on the moment. "Timmy, would you like to come up to the front of the class and read aloud from your history book?" Timmy was one of the better students in her class and this was like winning the lottery in his eyes as he stuttered. "Y-yes Sister." He almost forgot to grab his book as walked briskly to the front of the room. In reaction to this April unclasped her hands and went to cover her chest and crotch but Sister Judith stopped this immediately. "April don't you dare cover! Get those hands behind your head this instant!" Timmy looked over the naked girl still shielding her privates from his leering grin. "Here is how this is going to work young lady. Every time you cover up I will be adding an additional thirty minutes to your naked time. So far that's a half an hour if you want we can make it a whole hour or we can make this all day and the next." Not wanting to spend anymore time naked than she had to April slowly un cupped her chest and groin much to Timmy's delight. The sight before him got his heart racing although he was quite surprised at what he saw. Her dark bush was thick and full yes but it what was up top that really shocked him. Timmy had always thought April was one of the bustier girls in class and always wondered how her big breasts looked on her thin frame. That wasn't the case at all as he stared at her bare chest in bewilderment. Just two quarter sized dark brown areoala with a golf ball sized swell behind each nipple. Certainly not the proud chest of a high school senior. More like she had just started puberty one day and then suddenly stopped. It was her deepest most humiliating secret. Up until this point nobody had seen her bare breasts. Timmy actually had to stop himself from laughing as April's red face was a mix of horror and humiliation. "Are you going to be able to read for us Tim?" The teacher asked trying not to laugh either. "Y-yes sister it's just...what happended to..her..her boobs?" he said sounding comically hoarse . The question brought out a roar of laughter from the class who still didn't know exactly what he was talking about. April fought the urge to cover reveling in shame as he actually laughed at her nude form. "April it seems your..bare chest.. is distracting Timmy a bit. Perhaps you can turn away and face the class so he won't be preoccupied." April shook her head no with her face flushing beet red at the comments. "That wasn't a question April. Turn around right now!" April braced herself as she did a slow about face toward her classmates. but as she turned the urge to cover was too great and she found herself covering up again before she faced them. "April! I said no covering up young lady!" Her teacher yelled April didn't know what to say. "Turn and face me when I'm talking to you, young lady!" April turned to face her teacher once again. "Another thirty minutes of naked humiliation time has been added. Now put you hands back behind your head right now!" April did so slowly revealing her self to the grinning nerdy boy who looked over her naked front freely once again. His eyes were glued in facination to her bare nearly flattened chest as her arm positions revealed it so fully. "Now repeat after me girl." Her teacher instructed. "I will keep my naughty hands away from my little boobies." The class roared with laughter at this. "I will keep my hands away from my boobies." The girl repeated somehow hoping she wouldn't notice her changes. "No April that isn't what I said say it word for word." "I-I I will keep my naughty hands away from my.. my little boobies." The class laughed even harder when she said it. That's right April now say it loud enough so everyone could hear. "I will keep my naughty hands away from my little boobies!!" "Great ! Now I want you to go up to the blackboard and write that fifteen times while keeping your free hand on top of your head. April did as she was told flushing red with shame the whole time. She could feel the stares and hear the snickers as everyone got to ogle her naked bottom while she wrote the embarrassing sentence over and over. Timmy was sent back to his seat and Sister Ruth was enjoying a silent bliss while the humiliated girl did her bidding. She couldn't believe just how perfect this girl was as a victim to her debauchery. Since the first day Sister Judith laid eyes on April she had the desire to humiliate the snotty girl. April was so pretty all dressed up an her ego was a bit much. Sister Judith always pretended not to pay attention to the social lives of her students. April was lusted after by all the guys while being despised by many girls. Secretly she always kept an eye on the slender girl biding her time until the moment was right. As the naked girl wrote "little boobies" for the last time Sister Judith pondered her next move. She signaled the girl to walk back over to her and it was quite the spectacle to watch the naked teen walk backwards while keeping her hands away from her body. "Both hands on your head now, elbows out all the way. Stand up straight young lady." She did so stretching her body to it's fullest while still keeping her bare front away from the class. Sister Judith looked the red faced teen up and own with delight. Looking over the girls front while the class, besides Timmy, still had not seen it. Sister Judith kept cool on the outside but inwardly she was burning up. "You must show the class your front, don't you think so?" April was breathing harder as her anxiety grew. "Now just like you are hands behind your head. Turn around and show your classmates what you have been hiding............" Sister Judith was far from finished as she soaked in the humiliated teens misery. She was ready to make the next move. "Now just like you are hands behind your head. Turn around and show your classmates what you have been hiding." April's eye's went wide and she tried pleading one last time. "Please Sister..I..can't..!" But Sister Judith wasn't having it. "You can and you will young lady and if you even dare lower your arms again I will add an hour to your naked punishment time right after I spank you...dressed just as you are in front of the entire class!!" April didn't like the sound of that at all. It was a losing situation either way. Her friends enemies even Kyle were going to see her naked front one way or the other. Closing her eyes tightly April slowly dreadfully did an about face. It was like her arms were on auto pilot as they went to cover her private parts once again. She opened her eyes almost surprised she had covered up again against her teachers wishes. Sister Judith sighed in disappointment although secretly she was thrilled the naked girl had given her more of an excuse to further her punishment. The teacher stood in front of the naked covering April blocking the classes view for the moment. She took hold of April's left wrist that was blocking her bushy crotch pried it away and placed it behind her head. She did the same with her right arm uncovering her chest. She made sure April had interlocked her fingers savoring the moment. "Open your eye's right now young lady!!" The moment she opened them the smirking teacher stepped out of the way. She kept her eyes on April's hands making sure they stayed in place as she pivoted out of the way. It was April's nightmare come true as she looked out at the class full of familiar faces. It was almost a deafening silence for what felt like an eternity. The class stared in shock an awe at her naked front. Everything seemed to slow down and the air felt ice cold on her swelling nipples and bare chest. She went to try and cover again but Sister Judith held her wrists in place. "Eye's open and don't you dare move your arms!" Sister Judith demanded. April just stared forward in absolute horror as her classmates freely examined her nude front. "What happened to her boobs?!" Jeff, Kyles best friend asked in genuine surprise. This turned the deafening silence turned into snickering and in only a few seconds turned into roaring laughter. Red faced and ashamed April could only endure being laughed at and mocked openly by the class. Sister Judith did nothing to silence them as they ridiculed the naked teen. Secretly the teacher was barely able to contain herself holding back an incoming orgasm by biting her lip painfully. The scene in front of her was almost too much but at the same time the older woman wanted more. She took a moment while the class had their fun to cool down a bit while thinking about what could be next. After a few minutes Sister Judith got her self back under control just as the class was settling down. She decided to incorporate the the current situation into a learning moment as well. "You know Timmy had a great question earlier about April's breasts. While we have a live model in front of us I think we can use this opportunity to learn about the female anatomy." Sister Judy brought out the twelve inch high "Naughty Stool" that April had known so well. "Step up here girl. So we can all get a better look at you." Miserable and red-faced the already tall teen girl stepped up giving the class an unobstructed view of her naked form. Her dark pubic bush was just above eye level for most of the class. Sister Judy grabbed a wooden pointer from the chalk board and then stood next to the humiliated nude girl. Taking the pointer she brought it up to the girls bare chest. "Class this is where the breasts would usually form." She made circular motions around each nipple. "As you can see April is totally lacking any kind of breasts a mature woman or even a typical high school senior would normally possesses. Instead she is left with these prepubescent mounds that obviously are the source of much embarrassment her." Girls and boys alike were snickering at the pretty teens downfall. Sally raised her hand with a big grin plastered across her pretty face. "Yes Sally. What's your question?" "How come when she has her clothes on, her boobs.. I mean breasts looked so much bigger?" Even in this state April wanted to slap the smug blonde right here and now "That's a very good question Sally. You see some women or girls like April, have to stuff their bras with foam inserts like these." The teacher held up the bra taking the inserts out and putting them back in. Sally raised her hand again playing the innocent one. "But why would she do that to her bra Sister Judy. What's the point?" "Another excellent question Sally. She wears them because she is ashamed of her natural form and she believes boys will find her more alluring if she is enhanced in this way." Then Sister Judy did something unexpected. She took the bra inserts and all and handed them to the desk in front her to study for a while and then pass along. Before long the whole class including Sally, Timmy and even Kyle got an up close and personal feel of her padded bra as they passed it around like it was show and tell. Sally raised her hand once again. "Do you think April will ever grow breasts like we have Sister?" She said so thrusting her chest forward emphasizing it. "No I don't think so Sally, at this point April has stopped growing, for the most part and will only have those tiny breasts for the rest of her life." April grimaced at her teachers words knowing what she said was probably true. She brought the pointer suddenly down to April's dark bush making the girl flinch. As you can see her pubic area has certainly filled out indicating she is at peak maturity. But Yes I'm afraid the rest April's body will never fully mature into that of a grown woman's. April was just overcome with shame as her rival and teacher discussed her nude body in front of the class. Her face was blushing bright red and even her bare chest flushed with a pink hue. Although she was being deeply humiliated the small brown nipples that capped April's small white mounds like Hershey kisses slowly began to stand at attention. Sally of course brought it to the classes attention right away. "Sister Judith her nipples are getting hard ! I think she's horny!" This brought about more laughter from the class and April's nipples only hardened more. Sister Judith took notice. "Yes her over active libido is what got her in this mess to begin with. I sincerely doubt she will be wanting to expose her underwear anytime soon. But the way her nipples are reacting indicates to me she hasn't fully learned her lesson." Sister Judith walked back over to her desk confident April would maintain her position while she rifled through her drawers. "Recess will begin shortly and in my opinion she should have to go out dressed just like she is, unfortunately school policy will not allow it. "Since the shameful dress part of her punishment is over I thought of something else she might wear." Sister Judith kept looking, getting frustrated for a moment until her face filled with glee. "Yes I found it!" Sister Judith held something or somethings in her hand, April's back was turned so she couldn't see but the class roared with laughter..… "Since the shameful dress part of her punishment is over and she through her uniform out the window. I thought of something else she could wear." April was just relieved to get some kind of clothes back on still frozen in utter shock and horror naked with her hands locked behind her head. Since sister Judith was preoccupied April closed her eyes trying to block out the nightmare in front of her. Even still she could feel every set of eyes and smirks as they studied her nude front from their desks. She could not block out the constant whispers and the laughter that followed though. Here she was naked and in all her glory for her classmates to judge and there was only laughter. Sally had gotten her good this time for sure April thought briefly. The two girls had a rather heated rivalry since their elementary years. Constantly stealing each others boyfriends and trying to get one another in trouble. Last year April had told their teacher then that Sally had been kissing a guy in the boys bathroom, a guy that of course April liked. Well their teacher at the time, Sister Margaret caught Sally red handed. Sally ended up getting spanked bare bottom in front of the entire class. April smirked at first when Sister Margaret unfastened the skirt of a standing Sally. Sally wore her lacey red Victoria secret panties underneath eliciting an ohhh sound from the class. Sister Margaret was only planning to spank her on her undies but now those would have to come down as well. April's smirk actually faded when Sally's red panties first descended. Although Sally was pissed off and actually quite humiliated at the time she really had no reason to be. You see the class leaned something about Sally that day. Sally must have tanned in the nude already because her bottom was just as tan as the rest of her body. Not only that but she also had the nicest most perfect round bottom anyone had ever seen. Although she was spanked ten times and had to spend the rest of the day without underwear Sally became more popular in the long run. Everyone knew she had the nicest butt in school to go along with her rather full chest. Sally still held a grudge though, swearing to get April back times a hundred worse. April had heard her say that a bunch times sure but up until now she didn't believe it as she stood naked before the class. Sister Judith kept rifling through her drawers, getting frustrated for a moment until her face filled with glee. "Yes I found it!" Sister Judith held a school uniform in her hand, April's back was turned so she couldn't see but the class roared with laughter. It wasn't just any uniform but an elementary girls uniform. Those uniforms were hated even by the elementary school girls. Everyone knew what it was immediately already imaging it on April's lanky frame. Along with the standard black Mary Jane shoes and frilly white knee high socks. Sister Judith patted her desk instructing the naked girl to sit on it. The slender nude teen awkwardly walked over to her teachers desk and sat on it resisting the urge to cover up. Sister Judith got to work dressing the girl starting with her socks. She brought each one up her long thin legs one at a time while April stared forward trying to disconnect herself from the the situation. The shoes were actually a much bigger size and fit April's feet perfectly. Once the shoes were buckled sister Judith had April hop down. In only her socks and Mary Janes Sister Judith paraded April back and forth before the class. The tingle in Sister Judith's spine began to build up again as she marched the humiliated naked girl before the laughing class one last time before getting her dressed. She started with the skirt purposely leaving April bare breasted for as long as possible. The short skirt was meant for a girl nearly half her height and left her bare cheeks and dark pubes still fully exposed for the time being. The thought of deliberately exposing April's nude form was driving Sister Judith crazy. The mortified expression and blushing cheeks of the naked girl only encouraged Sister Judith's madness. She even made her hold her arms up in the air for an extra long time before she button up the white collared shirt that barely reached the bottom of her ribs. Followed by a vest that only flattened what little chest she had. She looked quite ridiculous with her bare midriff and lower privates exposed. That's when Sister Judith brought out the last article of clothing. It was a pink ruffled full cut underwear. As Sister Judith worked them up her long skinny legs pulling them up past her belly button snapping them into place. This brought about a new round of laughter. As the novelty of April's nude form was starting to wear off, the sight of her in the old schoolgirl uniform with the fully exposed frilly pink panties brought about renewed interest. Especially considering they were going to have to go outside in front of the whole school in just a few minutes. Sally took one hand when another girl Beth who used to be April's friend took the other. The two grinning girls lead April outside ...… Word had spread quickly about April's punishment and a small crowd was already waiting. With April in the middle the the two grinning girls easily pulled her out into the daylight. She was blushing profusely not wanting to make eye contact with her laughing schoolmates as she was pulled forward. She was quite the comical sight with her tall lanky frame awkwardly fitted into the small shirt with her slim belly exposed. The short skirt did nothing to hide her ridiculous ruffled panties. April just wished the ground would swallow her up as she stared down in misery. Sally knew teachers weren't interfering at this point as they were no where to be found. Guys and girls alike were asking questions from April's classmates and they happily described her humiliations at the hands of Sister Judith. They all had similar reactions wishing they had seen it go down with there own eyes. Sally offered them a sneak peek and they all formed a semi circle around the three girls. Even the boy, Jonathan, whom she had flashed her panties to before was there front and center. April had no idea what was going on as the smirking Sally took a seat facing her audience. Everyone quieted down as Sally patted her lap motioning for April to lay over it. April shot her look of pure disgust. "No way!" April said and started to walk away. Her old friend Beth grabbed her wrist tightly began to whisper something in her ear. "It's either this or we pull off your uniform and march you around in just your silly panties." April still was pulling away unconvinced. Beth wasn't having it and pulled the slender girl back to her easily. "No one is going to stop us." Beth gestured toward the upstairs window where Sister Judith and a few other teachers were watching down at them with big grins. The same could be said about the group of her classmates that had gathered around. "Look Sally really wanted to strip you but I convinced her to do this instead, at least for now." April wanted to run away as far as se could but she doubted the crowd would let her by and Sally or Beth could easily catch her. By the look in Sally's deep blue eyes she knew the girl was serious. There was no way out and the thought of being paraded topless in front of the whole school was just too much. While April was distracted Beth shoved the thinner girl into Sally who used her moment to pull her over her lap. Sally took her time adjusting the struggling skinny girls body until she was positioned just right across her legs. In this position April's skirt did nothing to cover her rather poufy ruffled panties. Her thin legs were bare and the pale skin all the way up the very bottom of her slender cheeks were exposed. Sally waisted no time as recess went by quickly. She happily delivered several stinging swats to April's lower bottom and upper thighs while the slender brunette yelped in pain. Her audience felt no pity only laughter as the skinny girl winced and yelped. Sally had Jonathan come forward and get front and center. "Hey Jonnie have ever seen girls bare butt before?" April flinched suddenly at that remark but Sally applied pressure to the small of her back keeping her from getting up. Jonnie felt his heart stop for just a second before it began beating harder in his chest. He always had such a crush on April. He couldn't believe it when she gave him a peek at her panties the other day. It was the greatest day of his life up until now. He often thought about what April might look like naked. He was most off all obsessed with those impossibly big breasts on her thin frame. But he was certainly thrilled to get a glimpse at April's bare bottom. " Don't you dare!" April said looking back over her shoulder with clenched teeth. Sally was unmoved easily holding down her thin rival across her very toned legs. She had a tight grip on her wrist as well it holding against her back as she struggled. Sally's big grin grew wider as she toyed with the hem of April's panties. Pulling and snapping the waistband, teasing both her and Jonny at the same time. She would expose the top of April's crack before pulling the panties back up, higher and higher each time. Until finally once April was sure they were coming down, Sally did the exact opposite, yanking the frilly pair halfway up April's back. Her soft white cheeks came though the frilly leg holes while the rest of the material was wedged painfully up her crack. "You bitch!!" April yelled out from the sudden pain and continuing discomfort from her wedgied underwear. "Bitch huh?! We'll see who's the bitch! that's it this has got to go then!" Sally unsnapped April's childish skirt, whipping it right off her hips. April tried to kick and wiggle free but it did her no good as she was deskirted with ease. Sally delivered a few more spanks to the skinny brunettes now bare cheeks when the bell rang. Sally pushed the girl off her lap quickly, even Sally didn't dare be late especially in Sister Judith class. April in just her small school vest and wedgied panties looked around frantically for her skirt. She groaned when she found them hanging just out of reach from a near by tree branch. Sally and the others took one last look as a distressed April struggled between picking her wedgie and jumping to retrieve her hanging skirt. Back in Sister Judith's class everyone besides April had made it back in time. They all had been seated for a good five minutes already before April finally hurried in, disheveled and breathing heavy. Her skirt was back into place as were her panties. She took her seat as calmly as possible knowing she was several minutes late. To her relief Sister Judith just ignored her and continued on with her lesson. Maybe the teacher felt pity for her and decided enough was enough for one day. She just about thought Sister Judith was going to let her slide when nearly ten minutes in to her lesson she stopped. "April you're late ! And why aren't you naked?! Come to the front of the class NOW!!" To April's relief Sister Judith just ignored her and continued on with the lesson plan. She thought the teacher might of felt some pity for her and decided enough was enough for one day. She was just about certain Sister Judith was going to let her slide when nearly ten minutes in to her lesson she suddenly stopped. "April... you're late!" "And.... why aren't you naked?!" Come to the front of the class...RIGHT NOW!!" April kept her head down low as she slowly made her way to the front of the class. She could already hear excitement and whispers all around her. Sister Judy used took this time to reposition her 'Naughty Stool' in front of her desk and centered it before the class. April gave her teacher one last pleading look only to be met with a cruel grin as she gestured toward the wooden stool. She stepped up on it reluctantly and faced her now grinning classmates like she was told. Sister Judith began scolding the teen as she slowly undressed her. "First of all I told you, absolutely no covering up and now here you are, fully covered." Sister Judith unsnapped the short skirt before abruptly whipping it away from her slender hips leaving her frilly bloomers fully exposed. "Then you come back to my classroom, thirty minutes late!" She says while unbuttoning the girls collared school shirt. April wanted to mention she wasn't nearly that late but quickly decided against it. "Arms up!" April reluctantly complied with the humiliating command as her teacher slowly peeled the short uniform top up her torso. Once again April felt the cold air against her swelling dark nipples. They looked Like marshmallows with a Hershey kiss on each. She was met with several sets of wide eyes and big grins as her very small breasts were bared for the second time today. She closed her eyes tight but the teacher wasn't having it. "Oh no, eye's wide open young lady. I want you to practice making eye contact with all your classmates." April did just so as she stared at the grinning faces of some of her peers. Here she was one of the hottest girls in school, naked from the waist up, and they were laughing. Even Timmy was laughing at her. Instead of his usual creepy stare he had an amused grin. Her cheeks flushed red and a wave of shame surged through her body. She looked away and briefly caught sight of Kyle. He seemed to be amused as well as if he were watching a comedy show instead ogling a beautiful naked woman. Sister Judith was still scolding the girl. "To top it all off when I tell you come to front of the class you defy me once again by taking your sweet time." Sister Judith punctuated the word time by suddenly yanking Aprils pink bloomers down to her ankles exposing the dark curly pubic patch between her legs. This sudden act brought out some more laughter and increased shame as April awkwardly stepped out of each leg hole one foot at a time. The same was done with her shoes and socks giving the class a flash of her pink lips each time she brought up her long and skinny legs. "Not so defiant with your bare little breasts out for everyone to see are you?" Sister Judith asked while berating the now fully nude teen. Maybe you can teach the class, just like this, naked as the day you were born! " "Would you like that ?!" April shook her head with a quick no. "Stick out both of yours hands." April complied, back on auto pilot and her teacher placed one of her rather thick foam pads from her bra placing one in each hand. "Now hold them up high, high and proud above your head. April was beyond mortified as she held her own falsies above her head stretching her already small breasts flat. Just two dark brown areola against a flattened white chest remained as April miserably stared into the sea of smirking classmates. Sister Judith almost lost it from the scene she had created in front of her. She nearly had an intense orgasm in front of the whole class. Humiliating this girl was exactly what she was craving but at the same time it still wasn't enough. She had no idea what she would do next or how far she would take it. Sister Judith decided to carry on with her lesson plan for now and act as if the naked teen wasn't even there. She would try to cool down a little while she thought about what was next for the nude girl.…

ALWAYS LAST by StoryGuy ALWAYS LAST - 5 Karen saw Dan at the store the next day. He bought her a soda and the two left. They walked down the street but Karen was not paying attention to where they were going. She just happily talked with the boy as they went. After a short time, Dan stopped. Karen naturally stopped and looked around. She realized where they were but wondered why he had stopped. "I live over there," he said pointing to a house across the street. "Wanna go in and listen to some music or somethin'? My Mom and Dad are working and my brothers got something this afternoon so no one will be home to bother us." Karen thought for a moment. She knew she should be going home but rationalized she did have an hour or so to spare. "Sure," she replied. The two walked over to the house and went in. "Let's go to my room," suggested Dan as he headed for the stairway. Karen was a little nervous but followed. They went into the room and Karen sat on the bed as Dan pulled out a folder of CD's. She looked around. The room was probably typical of any boy's room but she had never been in a boy's room before so everything was interesting. Dan handed her the CD folder and told her to pick something out. She glanced out and seeing one from her favorite group, handed it to Dan. He put it in the player and turned back to her. "If you want, lay down on my bed. I've got the speakers set up so it really sounds neat when your laying down," he suggested nervously. Karen was a little scared. She had on a dress and really didn't want to lay down but complied anyway. She smoothed the dress as best she could and made sure her legs were tight together. "OK if I lay next to you?" Dan asked. The idea of being on a bed with a boy was a little frightening but she really liked Dan. She nodded her head. At first the two remained stiff as boards as the music started to play. The second song had started when Dan moved. He reached out and touched Karen's hand. Karen had began to relax a little and feeling Dan's hand, took it in hers. As they held hands, she relaxed even more. Eventually Dan rolled over on his side and placed his free hand on her stomach. Karen liked his touch and it made her stomach flutter. Slowly he began to move his hand around, going a little lower and higher at times but always remaining in her "safe" zone. Karen was getting aroused. "Kiss me," she moaned. Their lips met and Dan's hand went to the small mounds on her chest. Karen could feel her nipples harden as Dan rubbed her over her clothes. After some minutes of necking, both were getting very excited. "Why don't you take your dress off so it doesn't get wrinkled," suggested Dan. Karen thought for a moment before Dan added, "I'll take my pants off too, if you want." Karen couldn't help but smile. She nodded her approval. Both quickly sat up and removed the clothing mentioned. Karen settled back down in her bra and panties and Dan, still in a tee but with only his underwear covering his erection. They immediately started kissing again but this time a hand went to the other's crotch. Karen felt Dan's stiff cock throb as she ran her hand over the front of his briefs. Dan's hand went to the wet spot on Karen's panties and she pushed against his palm as it cupped her pussy. "Let's do what we did yesterday," Dan suggested. "Yeah!" Karen smiled. As soon as the word left her lips, Dan's hands grabbed her panties. Karen lifted her hips allowing Dan to expose her slight bush and hot pussy. As he dropped her panties, she reached over and pulled his briefs down, finally freeing his stiff rod. She had always been a little frightened before but now, being alone with Dan, she wanted to do something. Her hand wrapped around his hot poker. Dan's hand went to the naked pussy he had just exposed. His finger gingerly pushed into the wet opening. Karen moaned as the finger dissappeared between her folds. While Karen's hand lazily held Dan's maleness, his hands were madly working her pussy. Karen's back arched as her hips bounced up and down on the mattress shoving his finger even deeper into her. Her face grimaced and her breath sucked in as she neared orgasm. Suddenly relief came as her gates were opened. Her hips almost seemed to vibrate as her ass shot off the bed and pressed hard against Dan's hand. Fireworks went off in her head as shockwave after shockwave emanated from her pussy and rushed throughout her body. It seemed to go on forever. Karen thought she was going to pass out as she reached down and pushed Dan's hand away. "Nooo mooore, pleeeeease!" she moaned. Once the stimulation had stopped, Karen's orgasm began to subside. She collapsed down onto the bed, her legs splayed wide open. She knew how vulgar she must look being so completely exposed but was too exhausted to do anything about it. For the moment, she remained with her eyes closed and just rested. Her chest was heaving. She could feel Dan next to her but thankfully he wasn't touching her now. After a few minutes, her head cleared. She still felt weak but could open her eyes. Her legs were still spread wide open but she didn't have the strength yet to move them. Dan was propped up on his elbow smiling at her. She smiled back at him. "Wow!" was all she could muster. "You OK? Guess you really had a good one, huh?" he said softly. "I guess!" she gushed. "I've never had one like that." By that time Karen's strength had returned. She sat up closing her legs at the same time. She really didn't mind Dan seeing her but the position made her uncomfortable anyway. Dan too had sat up but Karen put her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back down. "My turn," she grinned. Dan was flat on his back again but where he hadn't climaxed, his erection was still rock hard. Karen wrapped her hand around the member. She could feel the heat from it and thought she could even feel it pulsating some. Karen then remembered watching her sisters yesterday. She wondered if she could do the same thing. The equipment she needed to practice on was in her hand. Why not try? At first Karen studied her "subject" trying to gain the courage to try. Dan was propped up on his elbows but seemed to be content watching Karen. She looked up at his face and saw he was smiling at her still. She smiled back then lowered her face to his stiff soldier. She pushed her tongue out and touched the erection almost like she was expecting it to bite her. Naturally it did nothing of the kind. Slowly she parted her lips and let the cock slide between them. Dan moaned in approval as her mouth closed around the cock head. Karen felt his hand go to her naked ass. Karen swirled her tongue around the cock in her mouth. She could taste the same salty flavor as she had when she put his cum into her mouth before but he hadn't cum yet. Boy's must "leak" some cum when they're hard she thought. She let the cock fall from her mouth when she felt Dan tug on her hip. "Move over some," he mumbled. She scooted her hips closer to him then took his cock into her mouth again. As she did, she felt his hand go between her legs. Even though she was completely satisfied after her earth rocking climax. His touches felt nice. She opened her legs a little more giving him better access to her pussy. Karen resumed rolling the cock around in her mouth. "Move up and down," requested Dan. Karen remembered how her sisters' heads had bobbed as they did what she was now trying to do and she mimicked their actions. It felt strange to have a boy's cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Strange but exciting. Dan's hips began to move in rhythm with her head. The moans coming from deep within him told Karen she must be doing it right. Dan continued to rub between her legs. The fire was again beginning to smolder deep in her belly. She lowered her shoulders and pushed her pussy back against his hand. Her legs spread further apart. Her upbringing told her she wasn't supposed to be in such a position but right now, she wanted Dan to see her completely. If she knew how, she would have opened her pussy lips allowing him to look right up inside her. Karen's hips were moving in time with her mouth. Dan too was keeping the same rhythm with his hand as he rubbed her wet again pussy. Deep guttural sounds were coming out of Dan. Karen knew he must be getting close. Although her jaw was tiring, she desperately wanted him to cum. He had earned it after the climax he had given her. Her pace quickened. The air hissed through his teeth followed by a soft groan as he shot his load into Karen's mouth. Karen, suddenly with a mouth full of cum, swallowed, only to have her mouth filled again. Dan's climax triggered her second as her pussy quivered around the finger piercing it. Stickeyness flowed over his hand as Dan's cum erupted into Karen's gulping mouth. Karen's orgasm was a small one which ended quickly but she kept on her manipulations of Dan's cock until she felt it getting soft. She knew he was done and let the spent member fall from her mouth. Crawling up next to him, she nuzzled close, her hands on his chest. It was then she noticed the silence in the room. The CD had ended. "You got a clock in here?" she asked. Dan pointed across the room. Karen looked over and sat up with a start. She should have been home a half hour ago. "Hand me my panties?" she requested seeing them beside Dan. He picked them up, then asked, "Can I keep them?" "What?" Karen questioned not sure what he wanted. "Your panties... Can I keep them?" Dan blushed. Karen had heard talk of boys keeping a girl's panties but had never believed the stories. Now Dan wanted hers. It was a little embarrassing having him have a pair of her panties but somehow seemed OK. She blushed but nodded also. She stood and pulled on her dress as Dan also stood and dressed. "I'll walk you home," he offered and the two left. It was strange being without panties. Karen could feel every breeze under her dress but that was not where her concentration was. She had to get home. The couple half walked and half ran the distance to Karen's house. Karen stopped on the sidewalk in front of her house. She didn't want Dan to walk her to the door fearing her mother would be even angrier if she knew she had been with a boy. "I'm all set, you'd better get going," she told Dan. He turned to leave but she stopped him. "Wait." He turned back to her and she kissed him. "See you later," she gushed. Dan smiled then left. Karen quickly went into her house. "You're late!" her mother yelled as Karen walked in. "I know... Sorry. I was at a friends house and lost track of time. I left as soon as I saw the time," Karen apologized. "Well, be more careful next time. I'm going out. The girls have money for pizza for supper," her mother stated as she went out the door. Karen was relieved. She had thought her mother would have been more upset than she was. It had actually gone easy but Karen was seldom late anyway. She turned and saw her sisters sitting on the couch. Each was sporting a huge grin. ALWAYS LAST - 6 As soon as they were alone, Ashley blurted, "Have fun little sister?" "What are you talking about?" Karen asked, not wanting to admit anything to her sisters. "I saw you and Dan..." Lori smirked. "What were you two up to?" Ashley added. Karen blushed. "Nothing! So what if I was with him!" She answered trying to sound confident. "Come here," Lori ordered. "No. I wanna change first," Karen said as she headed toward the bedroom. Lori and Ashley sprung from the couch. Karen tried to bolt by them but Ashley caught her arm. Karen managed to free herself from Ashley but Lori grabbed her and the two fell to the floor. Karen ended up face down on the floor and unfortunately her dress rose up to her waist in the fall exposing her naked ass. The two older siblings began to laugh as Karen yanked her dress down. "So you were up to nothing, huh? Seems like you're missing something. You got laid this afternoon, didn't you. How long you been doin' that?" Ashley chuckled. "No I didn't!" Karen gasped. "Look, we know you left the house this morning with your panties on. You were with Dan and now you haven't any panties. You musta done something. It's OK, you know. Ashley and me aren't exactly virgins either." Lori stated in a now calm voice. "Did you like your first time? How many times have you done it?" Ashley added. "We didn't do that. We only fooled around..." Karen blushed but she was now more relaxed. "What did you do?" Ashley asked. "You know... stuff," Karen answered. "Did he finger you?" Ashley began. Karen nodded. "Did you cum?" Again Karen nodded. "Did he kiss you down there? Did you kiss his cock? Did he cum? Did you swallow it?" Ashley quizzed. After each question Karen nodded silently. "Did you like it?" Ashley finally asked. A grin formed on Karen's face. "Yeah," she replied. For the next few minutes, the girls talked about boys, sex, and their experiences. Karen was now completely comfortable with her sisters. For the first time she felt like their equal instead of the "little" sister. As the conversation became more revealing, Lori stated to Karen, "We gotta get you laid." Karen suddenly stopped. "Huh?" "You've done everything else. Time for the 'good' part," Lori gushed. Karen was going to protest but was interrupted by the door bell. "Here's a $20 bill. That'll be the pizza guy. Pay him while me and Ashley go call the guys," Lori instructed as she and Ashley ran for the phone. Karen paid for the pizzas and set them on the coffee table as Lori returned. "Finally! I'm starved!" Lori exclaimed as she grabbed a piece. "Is Ashley coming?" Karen asked. Before Lori could empty her mouth, Ashley rushed by, now without her jeans on, and went into the bathroom. The sound of water meant she was washing her hands. She came out and grabbed a piece for herself. "A little pregame warm up?" Lori grinned. "It's been a while. A girl has needs," Ashley chuckled. "The guys will be here in an hour." The subject of the boys was dropped but the conversation did center around sex as the girls ate. Karen, although relatively a novice, proudly told of her "exploits" feeling happy she could participate in such a discussion. As the last piece of pizza was consumed, the girls continued to talk. Once again the doorbell rang. "That's the guys," Ashley announced. "Seeing you're the only one completely dressed, you answer the door, Lori." she chuckled. Karen had almost forgotten about being pantyless and Ashley being dressed only in a top and panties. "Aren't you going to put something on?" she asked Ashley. "Why bother," Ashley grinned. "Why don't we take turns getting laid. Since it's your big night, you wanna go first Karen?" "Ah... um... No, that's OK," Karen stuttered being suddenly embarrassed. "OK, I'll go first," Lori offered. "I'll pick a guy and you can watch. Then you pick a guy, then Ashley can have who's left. OK, Karen?" The reality of the situation hit Karen. Without much thought, she agreed with Lori. The sound of the doorbell made Karen jump as the boys rang it again. Lori jumped up and let the boys in. They all had big grins on their faces. "You guys got everything?" Ashley asked. "Yup!" Jerry answered as he dropped a package of condoms on the table. Chuck too reached into his pocket and added another package. "Let's get naked!" Lori suggested as she started unsnapping her jeans. All began to shuck their clothes except Karen, who just sat there wide eyed. "Come on Karen," Lori urged. "She's probably shy because she doesn't have any panties on. Chuck, I think your brother might have something to do with that," Ashley giggled. Karen and Dan both turned bright red. Dan had already stripped to his underwear and the tent he was displaying began to shrink. "Karen, you don't want us to strip you, do you?" Lori cautioned. Karen shook her head but didn't make any move to take off her clothes. "Guys, can you help?" Lori requested. "No!" Karen blurted as she grabbed the hem of her dress. She boosted her ass off the floor and pulled the dress free. As she did, the others, except for Dan, completed removing their clothes. As Karen reached behind her to unhook her bra, Chuck whispered to his brother, "Strip!" Dan, like he had just been awakened from a trance, quickly pulled off his underwear. The six were now sitting in a loose circle on the floor. All the boys, including now Dan, were sporting rock hard cocks. Without saying a word, Lori took one of the packages from the table, opened it, tore off a condom for herself, then gave each sister one. She then crawled on her hands and knees to Dan and gently pushed him onto his back. Dan stared at Lori as she crawled on top of him. Smiling at the prone boy, she tore open the package and slid the condom over his erection. Once on, she leaned down and kissed him. Dan's arms went around her back as her tits mashed into his chest. Her nipples felt like bullets as they jabbed him. His cock sandwiched between their two bodies. Lori broke off the kiss and looked into Dan's wide eyes. "Ready, stud," she whispered as she lifted and slid her hand down to his cock, aiming it. Karen's jaw dropped. She had been sitting almost opposite Dan. When her sister had pushed him back and climbed on top of him, Karen hadn't been able to see much. As Lori bent down, her charms had been in plain view and now with her lifted slightly, Karen could see Dan's sheath covered rod pointing at her sisters wet cunt. Karen knew what fucking was but watching it for the first time was almost unreal. Lori, in slow motion, lowered herself down on the stiff rod. Karen heard him groan as his prick disappeared inside her sister. Finally all that could be seen was his balls between his slightly parted legs and the base of his shaft at the entrance to Lori's stretched pussy. Lori started to move her ass up and down. Karen had a clear shot of the cock sliding in and out of the glistening slit while Lori's asshole seemed to wink with each stroke. Karen felt her own juices begin to flow. Dan's hips began to move picking up Lori's rhythm. The only sound in the room was bellies slapping together save an occasional moan from the fucking couple. Dan was quickening the pace and his groans getting louder. "Oooo... Ahhhh..." came from deep within him as his hips shot up plunging his swollen member deep into Lori. She pushed down onto him but his upward thrust was so strong his ass remained suspended. The sounds of fast, ragged breathing filled the room. As fast as his hips had shot into the air, Dan collapsed under Lori. She continued to mash her crotch into his. It was obvious the boy was spent. Lori continued to mash but he remained motionless. Finally she rolled off him, pulling his cock out as she did. His once proud soldier now dangled limply between his legs, seemingly weighted down by the cum filled condom. Lori was the first to stir, She sat up and looked at Karen. "Your turn." "No!" Karen exclaimed with panic. "Let Ashley go next." No one objected. Ashley tossed her condom to Chuck and laid down on her back, spreading her legs apart. Karen, who had been next to Ashley, had to scoot over to avoid Ashley's knee. As Chuck crawled over, Karen looked at her sister. Ashley's pussy was already opened slightly and it's lips glistened with the moisture they had been coated with. Karen watched as Chuck sat on his legs and rolled the condom over a much larger cock than Dan's. He then leaned down over Ashley supporting himself with an arm. His free hand wrapped around his prick and aimed it at her waiting hole. Ashley grunted as Chuck pushed down burying himself into her. Instead of slowly fucking like Lori had done. Chuck's pace was rapid. Each time he slammed his erection down deep into Ashley's pussy, she let out a grunt as the force jolted her body. Her legs wrapped around his as she held on to her fuck machine. "Oooo... Yesssss... Mmmmm..." groaned Ashley as her small tits shook with each thrust. Karen was almost surprised her sister was enjoying such a battering but there was no doubt she was. Ashley's face contorted as she screamed out "Ahhhhh" as orgasm found her. Her mouth was wide open sucking in each breath like it was her last. Suddenly Chuck grunted as he pushed forward with such force Ashley actually slid forward on the floor. Karen watch in amazement as his eyes clamped shut and his face wrinkled. His body tightened as his hips backed off slightly only to slam down again hard. Ashley had moved her legs from being around his to being wrapped around his ass. Her ankles were locked together as she rode him for all she was worth. He was still thrusting violently but only her shoulders were on the floor. She was holding his so tightly her ass was now suspended in mid air. Eventually he stopped thrusting and his body dropped onto her pushing the air audibly from her lungs. There were beads of sweat on his forehead. Ashley recuperated for a moment. After her breathing became slower, she looked over at Karen. "That's what I call a fuck!" Karen looked down at her sister's smiling face. "You ready for your thrill of a life time?" ALWAYS LAST - 7 Karen stared blankly as Jerry took the condom from her hand. Watching him slip it onto his hard member jogged Karen's mind. Her blank look turned into panic as she realized she was about to get fucked for the first time in her life. Her sisters had moved to her side and they gently eased the frightened girl onto her back. Karen opened her mouth but no sounds would come out. Ashley and Lori each took one of their sister's legs and pulled it opening her up. Karen wanted to clamp her legs together again but her muscles wouldn't work. Her eyes widened as Jerry crawled in between her spread legs. Ashley leaned down. "Relax. You're gonna love it," she whispered into Karen's ear. "It will hurt at first, then feel great," Lori added. Although her sisters spoke quietly and calmly, it did nothing to soothe Karen. Her whole body was shaking as Jerry leaned down. In a weak and shaky voice, she muttered, "No... please... I don't want to..." "Shhh," one of her sisters whispered. Karen tried to pull her legs together but in her horrified state she just didn't have the strength to overpower her sisters. Karen's eyes searched Jerry's face for some sort of help. "It's OK," he softly said to her. "I'll go easy. It won't hurt." He then reached between his legs and aimed his cock at Karen's virgin hole. She just stared into his eyes until she felt his prick touch her slit. "Don't," she weakly begged as her pussy lips parted allowing his cockhead to slide in. She wasn't even blinking but her breathing was in short gasping breaths as he sunk into her. Suddenly his slow and steady movement stopped. Karen could feel a little pressure deep within her pussy. Jerry started to pull back causing Karen to hope her ordeal was now over. Jerry hadn't pulled out much before his hips shot forward. "Oww!" Karen exclaimed as tears formed in her eyes. She had felt a sharp pain and her now pierced pussy was burning. "Take it out! You're hurting me! Please! It hurts!" she cried. Karen wanted to pull away but there was no place to go. "It's OK... It's over now... It will feel better in a minute..." Jerry comforted. Karen wasn't convinced. The sharp pain had left quickly enough but she still felt like something hot had been shoved into her and it was burning its way out. Tears were running down her face and Jerry hadn't moved. She was still nailed below him. Karen became aware of someone brushing her hair with their hand and looked over to see Ashley looking down at her. "It will feel good in a little while, I promise," Ashley comforted. Karen shook her head. Her pussy was on fire and she wanted the prick out of her. "Yes it will... You'll see," Ashley continued. Although Karen didn't believe her, the burning sensation was diminishing. Slowly her gasping breath began to return to normal and her tears stopped. Jerry's cock was still inside her but at least it didn't hurt as bad now. Jerry thought he had remained still long enough and began to move. Karen grabbed him around the back. "No!" she hissed expecting that stabbing feeling again. The intense pain she had felt when he first pushed into her didn't return but she did feel stuffed. It still burned a little but even that had dwindled considerably. What she could feel was his erection slowly moving in and out of her pussy. Ashley had been right. Under the burn, Jerry's movements actually felt good. As his strokes became longer and his pace quickened slightly, Karen discovered getting laid really was rather pleasant. She began to relax and the more she settled down, the better it felt. Karen started thinking about what was happening. She was really getting fucked. A boy's cock was poking deep into her belly. She was getting excited. His pubes tickled her bare pussy each time he pushed in all the way. Karen's breathing was getting shallow again but not because she was frightened. This time she was getting aroused. She watched as Jerry's nostrils flared with each breath. Although nothing like when she touched herself, Karen's slit began to emit those tinkling sensations. A soft groan came from deep within Jerry. Karen knew what that meant. It had just started to feel really good when Jerry let out a gasp and pushed into her really hard. It hurt a little when he did but the idea he was cuming inside her excited Karen. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hips moved in quick, jerky movements as cum filled the condom. After what seemed like a long time, he stopped moving and just rested on top of her. Karen could still feel him inside of her. After resting some, he rolled off her pulling his cock out. The action made her burn a little but nothing like what she had felt in the beginning. Karen looked over and watched Jerry pull off the condom. She noticed it had a little tinge of red on it. Lori leaned down and whispered into Karen's ear. "Go into the bathroom and clean up a bit. If you want I'll go with you." "Huh?" Karen questioned. "You got a little blood on you. It's no big deal but you might want to wipe it off," Lori explained. Karen understood what she meant and rushed off into the bathroom. When she returned, the others had more or less gone back to their partners. Jerry and Lori were talking, Ashley and Chuck were kissing, and Dan was sitting alone. Karen made her way over to him and sat down. "You mad at me because of what I did?" she asked. "No. You mad at me?" Dan replied. "Na, I guess not... Let's make out!" she grinned. Soon the couple was completely involved in heavy petting. Each was exploring the other's body with their hands. They stopped when Lori called out, "There's still three more condoms... one for each of us!" Dan looked at Karen questioningly. Karen sat up, blushed slightly, but nodded her head. Dan smiled at her and went to get one of the condoms. He quickly returned to Karen and pushed her prone with the grin still on his face. Karen watched as Dan slipped the condom over his erection. Once on he twisted around and positioned himself between her spread legs. "Go easy. I'm still a little sore," she cautioned. Dan jabbed a few times but was missing his target. Karen reached down between them and aimed his rod toward her pussy. Dan pushed forward again, this time sliding into Karen's waiting slit. His penetration stung a little and Karen blurted, "Easy!" Dan slowed his decent but steadily pushed in until he was fully engulfed. "Mmmm... you feel good," Karen whispered. Having a cock in her pussy again so soon was a little uncomfortable but this was Dan. He started to move but Karen stopped him. "No, just stay still for a while so I can feel you inside me." The two stayed still for a while and just kissed. Dan's prick was smaller than Jerry's and Karen soon adjusted to her impalement. While his entrance had caused some stinging, Karen now felt no discomfort. In fact, the feeling of having a cock inside her added to her excitement. Dan was becoming restless. He had to move and slowly began. This time Karen didn't stop him. She actually found it felt nicer when he moved. Soon her hips began to move also. Dan began to breath harder as his arousal built. An occasional grunt was emitted as he pushed his manhood into the prone girl below him. His growing excitement spurred on Karen's. She was discovering something new - it was fun to turn a boy on. She watched as his face contorted. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and he was flushed. His cock pushing in and out of her belly was stoking the fire which was burning deep within her. Dan lowered his body onto hers. She thought he would feel heavy but his weight crushing down on her was nice. He brought his hand to her chest and began to massage her small tit. His touch caused her nipple to grow even more until it poked out proudly. His groping was rather harsh but Karen didn't stop him. She wanted to feel him mash her breast. The slight pain seemed to enhance her pleasure. Dan was now pumping at a rapid pace. Karen felt his pelvic bone crash into hers with every stroke. This wasn't an easy fuck like her first one but it wasn't as violent as Ashley's assault had been. Karen did know she was getting laid. She could feel her juices leaking out and running down her ass crack. Small squeaks came out of her mouth as Dan crashed into her from above. Almost instinctively her legs wrapped around his holding him closer. Karen's breathing was becoming more ragged. Dan abruptly stopped moving. He pushed hard against her pussy shoving his cock in as deep as he could. Karen watched as his eyes clamped shut and his face turned red. His hips moved in jerky movements, never pulling back but snapping forward. "Yesssss!" Karen hissed knowing he was climaxing inside her. She pushed against him almost trying to take his balls into her along with his cock. Her hands went to his ass pulling him close. Finally, the boy of her choice instead of the one left was shooting his cum into her. She couldn't feel his cum because of the condom but his orgasm had been obvious. Karen watched as the air roared out of Dan's mouth before he collapsed on her. His cock was still in her pussy and as heavy as he felt now, his skin touching hers was something she hadn't even dreamed about. Her hands roamed around his back and down to his ass. She had never even thought of touching a boy's ass before but the feeling of his ass cheeks was very pleasant. She let her fingers dance over his muscular cheeks then down the valley between them. Boys seemed to always want to touch her ass and now she understood why. Dan slowly rolled off Karen. Her leg ended up under his. Her other was flopped in the other direction. In the middle, her swollen pussy lips were exposed for all to see but Karen didn't even care. She was too exhausted to move. Dan was laying next to her evidently as tired as she was. His mouth was opened, his eyes shut, and the condom still hanging from his spent cock. Both their chests were heaving as they tried to catch their breath. The two rested for some minutes. Dan was the first to stir. He reached down and pulled the cum filled condom from his now limp dick. Staying on his back, he reached over and put his hand on Karen's now well used cunt. She immediately grabbed his hand. "No, don't, please. I'm too sore right now." A look of disappointment came over his face as he pulled his hand away. Karen rolled onto her side facing him. "How 'bout if I rub you instead," she grinned. He smiled as Karen's hand gently found his crotch. Slowly she ran her fingers over his flaccid cock and the balls below it. She began to think about the fun toys boys had. Girls just had an opening to inside their body. Boys had a cock and a sack with two balls in it. Karen was thankful she had been born a girl. Should she had been a boy with such wonderful things between her legs, she doubted if she ever would pull her hand out of her pants. ALWAYS LAST - 8 "Ready to learn something else?" Lori cheerfully asked Karen. Karen looked over at her sister. She had no idea what Lori was talking about. "What?" "What to do when a guy has no condom," Lori grinned. "Oh please. I'm too sore," Karen begged. Lori and Ashley laughed. "Don't worry. You won't get anything else poked in there!" Ashley laughed. "Thank gawd!" Karen blurted as she laughed along with her sisters. "It's not as good as the regular way but it's better than getting pregnant. Besides, guy's really like it. Right Chuck?" Ashley boasted. "It's the best!" Chuck added. "Karen, go into the bathroom. In the medicine chest there's a tub of stuff called KY Jelly or something like that. Bring it in here," Lori instructed. Karen left the room. Chuck turned to his brother. "Look Dan, your little girlfriend has a few things to learn. The girls and I are going to teach her. She might not like it too much but her sisters really want her to know everything. At first she may yell and scream a little but it's for her own good. Now you have a choice. You can either sit there and watch without saying or doing anything or you can get dressed and leave right now. What's it gonna be?" "Are you gonna hurt her?" Dan asked, a little unsure of what was going to happen. "At first it's probably gonna hurt. It does me at first and I've done it lots. Knowing Karen, she'll probably make a big deal out of it. It's not so bad though. If you want, after Karen does it, I'll let you do me," Lori explained. "If she doesn't wanna do it, I don't wanna see her made to do it," stipulated Dan. "Look, Dan, it's something she's gotta learn. I'm her sister and so is Lori. We both want her to know this. Sooner or later it's gonna happen. What if you didn't have a condom? You'd still want it, right?" Ashley explained. "Yeah, I guess so..." Dan conceded. "So you gonna sit there or leave?" Chuck grumbled. "I'll stay... but you'd better be easy on her!" Dan snapped. "Look boyfriend, she's probably gonna make a big issue over it and we'll probably have to hold her but she'll live through it just fine, OK!" Lori snapped back. "Why don't you just leave!" Chuck stated. "No! I'll be quiet. Just let me stay, OK?" Dan surrendered. Lori looked at him and nodded. Just then Karen returned. "Is this the stuff?" Karen asked as she held the tube out to Lori. "Yup," Lori answered taking the tube. "Lean over the arm of the couch for a minute." "Why?" Karen asked. "Just do it!" Ashley interjected. Karen didn't know why she was told to lean over but didn't want to fight with her sisters so she did it. Lori moved behind her, squeezed out some of the KY on her finger, then touched her sisters asshole. Karen immediately stood up. "What are you doing?" she blurted. "We're gonna show you how to take it in the back," Lori calmly answered. "No!" Karen screamed. Ashley jumped on the couch and grabbed Karen's arms, pulling her off balance so she fell forward. Bracing herself, she held the struggling girl. Karen started kicking. "Chuck, you'd better hold her feet," Lori calmly stated. He grabbed Karen's feet and held her while Lori smeared the KY on Karen's asshole even though Karen yelled and screamed the whole time. Once she had finished, Lori backed away and let her sister settle. "Look Karen, you gotta do this. It's gonna hurt at first but it's not that bad. I can either hold you or you can do it yourself," Ashley told Karen. "Do what?" asked Karen in a shaky voice. "Jerry's gonna put his thing in your bum," Ashley told her. "No!" screamed Karen as she fought to get away from Ashley. Ashley held tight, effectively pinning the struggling girl. "Go ahead Jerry," Ashley said. Jerry moved between Karen's legs. Once he was there, Chuck moved away. Karen, not being able to kick Jerry away tried to close her legs but couldn't do that either. She started to cry out of frustration. Jerry aimed his cock at Karen's puckered rear hole and leaned forward. "No... Please... " Karen begged. "Karen! If you relax, it won't hurt so bad!" Ashley yelled but her words fell on deaf ears. Jerry pushed. Karen could feel the pressure on her virgin hole. She struggled but couldn't stop what was happening. Jerry pushed harder and the head of his dick popped in. "Ahhh, it hurts! Please stop! You're hurting me! It's too big!" Karen pleaded. Jerry continued to push as Karen screamed. Finally he bottomed out and stayed still. Once the movement stopped, Karen went limp but she continued to cry. "Karen... Karen... He's in now," soothed Lori. "It will feel better in a minute." "Please take it out now?" Karen begged. "Not yet. It will feel better in a minute. Want Ashley to let your arms go?" Lori offered. Karen stopped struggling and nodded. Gingerly Ashley let her sister go free. Karen put her hands on her butt cheeks and tried to rub the hurt away to no avail. "Karen, Jerry won't move until you tell him to but he's not gonna pull out until he cums, OK?" Karen nodded. The sharp pain of him entering her had gone but she still felt like she was going to split in two. She waited a moment or two and the pain eased. It still wasn't too comfortable but at least it didn't hurt now. She just wanted her ordeal over. "Go ahead," she mumbled. Slowly Jerry started to move. Karen expected to sharp pain to come back but it didn't. She could feel his cock moving inside her. As he slowly sawed back and forth, she became more accustomed to the feeling. Ashley had been right. It had hurt when he went into her but now it wasn't that bad. Karen began to relax. As she did, Jerry increased his pace. Soon he was bumping against her hard enough to slide her around. Surprisingly Karen found it was actually pleasurable. It felt different from having a guy in her pussy but kind of nice just the same. Jerry groaned and pushed into her. Unlike her pussy, she thought she could actually feel him cuming. A smile came over her face as Jerry moaned, "I'm cuming." Actually feeling a boy cum inside her pleased her. Jerry stopped moving and stayed still for a moment. The stuffed feeling in her ass eased some as his cock began to shrivel. She felt him pull out. When he exited her she remained still for a moment then stood. Lori handed her a tissue and without any thought, Karen wiped her ass. She then walked over to Dan and sat down next to him. "You OK?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm OK," Karen answered, smiling at him. "I gotta go to the bathroom." Karen left and returned a short time later. Chuck stood and walked to Ashley, who was now standing next to the couch. He kissed her, then asked, "Am I next?" An evil grin came over her face. She turned and leaned over the arm where Karen had been. Chuck picked up the tube and lubed Ashley's rear entrance. He took his time, smearing the KY around and shoving a finger in her ass occasionally. Once satisfied, he positioned himself behind her and pushed. Ashley winced a little as Chuck's cock sank into her ass. Immediately he started pumping. Ashley braced herself with her arms as her rear was assaulted. Gradually the grimaced look on her face faded. "Rub my front too," she moaned. Chuck's hand went under her and evidently found its target because Ashley let out a moan. It didn't take long before Chuck shot his load. He groaned loudly as his hips shot forward. The couple remained joined for a while before Chuck backed off. Karen noticed the white goo seeping from Ashley's asshole before she stood up. "That hurt but what a great hurt! I love the feeling of your cum in me!" Ashley giggled. "Your turn, Dan." "Just go easy," cautioned Lori. "I'm not as good as Ashley is." Dan thought for a moment then looked at Karen. "Would you do it with me?" he mumbled. Karen's ass was still feeling a little tender. She would have rather not have it stabbed again but she really liked Dan. "Would you mind?" she asked Lori. "Are you kidding? If you want to take it from him, I have no problem with that at all," Lori quickly answered. Karen stood and walked over to the arm of the couch. Almost hesitantly she bent over. Dan walked up behind her and Ashley handed him the tube. "Make sure you use a lot. She's already had it once tonight," she instructed him. Ashley then bent down to Karen's ear and whispered, "When he pushes in, push out like you're trying to go to the bathroom. It makes it easier." Karen looked at her sister quizzically. "Trust me. Nothing will happen and it doesn't hurt as much," reassured Ashley. Karen felt Dan's slippery finger touch her rosebud. Although second thoughts abounded, she didn't protest as he smeared the KY around. Gently his finger pushed into her. The thoughts of the sharp pain rushed to her brain. She almost stood up but changed her mind. She wanted to please him. As he pulled his finger out, added more KY, and pushed it back in, it became easier. Dan's finger pulled out and didn't return this time. Karen felt what she knew was his dick at her entrance. She was frightened but tried to remember all she had been told. Forcing herself to relax as much as she could, she felt him push. It didn't really hurt but still felt like something too big was being shoved into her. Heeding what Ashley had told her, Karen pushed out. That combined with Dan pushing in made his dick slid into her. It felt huge and uncomfortable but the sharp pain didn't come. Still, there was a dull ache but nothing like the first time. Dan, unable to contain himself, started moving his hips. Karen felt his cock sliding in and out of her. Karen was actually a little surprised when the dull ache began to fade as Dan fucked her ass. It didn't feel like it did when he fucked her pussy but she sort of enjoyed the feeling. As she started to settle and her anxiety diminished. Her enjoyment increased. She could hear Dan's heavy breathing and soft grunts behind her. Best of all, she could feel his cock inside her. Karen closed her eyes and let herself concentrate of the pleasant feelings. Getting ass fucked wasn't something she would want to do often but she admitted to herself it wasn't as bad as she originally thought. Dan was bumping hard on her ass cheeks. His hands caressed them and her back as he pumped his prick in and out of her rear hole. A smile came over her face as she felt his cock twitch and shoot his boy juice into her. A soft moan of satisfaction came from deep within her. Finally his cum was in her. Dan slowed and finally stopped but remained buried in Karen. She relaxed and her mind centered on his cock. It wasn't moving but it was very evident where it was. It was inside her. Dan was leaning on her back. The only sound was his breathing as it steadily slowed back to normal. Karen could feel his prick shrinking and backing out as it did. She clenched her ass to try and hold it in for a moment longer but her action only forced it out. Karen stayed still. She was suddenly aware she was being wiped. She turned to see Dan smiling behind her. "OK if I do it for you?" he asked softly. Karen just smiled and let him continue. Somehow it seemed right. As Karen stood, she brought her hand to her just fucked hole. She thought she could feel traces of Dan's cum barely trickling out of her. Quickly she went into the bathroom again. Dan was laying on the couch when she returned. "Lay down with me?" he murmured. Dan reached up and pulled Karen down beside him. His arms encased her making her feel safe and secure. It had been a frightening night for her but she was content now. Looking around she realized she and Dan were the only ones in the room. Giggling from down the hall told her the other boys and her sisters had moved into their bedroom. She was glad they had left. Dan's cock began to poke into her ass cheek. "You getting hard again?" she grinned. He grinned back and nodded. "Well, your not going to put it in me again but if you go wash it, I'll kiss it for you." Dan's smile grew larger as he leaped over her and bound down the hall. A few minutes later Karen saw him in the hall again. The smile was still on his face and between his legs, a stiff erection bobbed as he walked. It was going to be an exciting night.

A Doctor's Pay by jastes22 Part 1: The Deal - Emily's friend make her a deal to help her pay for her student loans. I wheezed, laughing so hard I thought my lungs were going to give. “Oh, my gosh, that is the most I’ve laughed in a long time.” Kylee laughed, patting me on the shoulder. “I’m glad you had fun, Emily. You just seemed so stressed out with med school and everything. I hate seeing my best friend like that.” “Yeah, I’m glad we could give you a good time,” Tom said. “We made some cookies last night. Do you want to come over and have some?” "Oh, I probably shouldn’t,” I said. “I got to study.” We just took you out to have fun, Emily! Forgot about studying for one night!” Tom said. “Besides, it’s late, and you wouldn’t be able to get much studying done anyways.” He guided towards his apartment. I stuck out my tongue as he led me through the front door. “Easy for you to say. Your family is loaded. The only way I pay for medical school is academic scholarships. That means I have to study my butt off.” Tom rolled his eyes. “What does med school cost, like $10,000?” “Try more like $50,000. Per year.” “Yikes,” Tom said. It was hardly a drop in the bucket for him, but it was still a significant amount. He pulled out a Seran-wrapped plate and started to uncover it. “Doctor’s pay isn’t too bad, though.” He held up a cookie. “Well, it’s not $50,000, but have a cookie.” This time, it was my turn to roll my eyes, but I took a bite. It tasted good. “You know, if you need money...” “I told you already, Tom. I’m not a charity case.” He shrugged. “I know that. But I still want to help. You’re trying to do something for people. I think that’s a worthy cause.” Kylee wrapped her arms around Tom’s. “See? We care about you, Emily. You really have been stressed out.” “Look, I appreciate the thought, but I’ve got this.” It didn’t seem like Tom was going to let it go. “Oh, come on. Let me help you. Maybe you could work for me. That way, it wouldn’t be charity.” “Oh, really?” I said. It came across a little more sarcastic than I meant it to be. “And what could I possibly do for you?” “You could let him strip you,” Kylee said suddenly. We both looked at her incredulously. “That’s crazy.” “I’m serious. Tom takes off a piece of clothing, and then he pays you like a hundred bucks for each piece.” Tom coughed, trying to keep his composure together. “I mean...sure. Seems fair to me.” I glared at him. Of course he wanted to see me in my underwear. Kylee was his girlfriend, but I knew he thought I was cute, too. Kylee would tease me about it endlessly. If it had been anyone else besides Kylee who suggested it, I would have disregarded it outright. Still, if he was serious, it was a tempting offer. A few hundred dollars just to strip down? I could keep my underwear on and not really show anything. Plus, Kylee would be here to make sure things didn’t get too out of hand. “Alright, fine,” I said. “You’re serious about the money?” “Yeah,” Tom said. “But I get to call it off whenever, okay?” “As long as Kylee or me are the ones who take it off.” I bit my lip. I didn’t like that. They’d be touching me all over. “Nuh-uh. “That privilege will cost you. $500.” It was a ridiculous amount of money. Tom would never agree to it. “Deal.” What? Crap. What had I just done? “I want to tie you up, too,” Kylee said. She looked at Tom. “Another $500,” he said. A thousand dollars without even having to take anything off? “...fine.” “Great,” Tom said. He disappeared into his room. Kylee grinned at me. “This is going to be fun.” I glared at her as Tom appeared with a rope. How did Kylee know that Tom had rope? It wasn’t like it was a normal thing to have in an apartment. Had she...done this before? Kylee walked around me, helping Tom pull my arms out and tie them snugly behind me. Then he raised them and tied it to the light fixture above so I couldn’t move. This was becoming very real, very quickly. They came back into my field of vision. “Alright, let’s get started,” Kylee said. I realized, too late, that my trust in Kylee making sure it didn’t go too far may have been misplaced. “Well, first off, how much for your shirt?” I blushed. Was he asking to value my own clothes? I realized that, by doing so, I would effectively be giving him consent to strip me, and I couldn’t stop him by using some sort of logical argument. My hands would be tied in more ways than one, so to speak. I realized he was still waiting for an answer. “Umm...another $500?” “Hmm...That seems like too much. If you can quit at any time, I don’t want you to just rip me off before you really show anything. How about $200?” I opened my mouth to haggle the price again, but I realized he was right. I went running all the time wearing just my sports bra, and I wouldn’t be showing much more than that without a shirt. “Okay.” Tom grinned. “Great! Now, let’s just...” He reached for the hem of my shirt. “Wait,” Kylee said. “Let me grab some scissors.” “What? No way!” “Oh, you were saying earlier you never liked that shirt, anyways,” she said. She grabbed a pair of scissors from the countertop and handed them to Tom. “Besides, with your hands tied like that, we wouldn’t be able to get it off completely, and that was the deal. Plus, you never specified how we were to take off your clothes.” I paused, unable to think of an argument. Tom decided to take my silence as consent before I could stop him, and suddenly the front of my shirt was being snipped off. He cut the hem of my shirt, and then the arms, and then threw the tattered piece of clothing to Kilee. My stomach was breathing hard, making my bra rise and fall. “There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Kylee said. “Like a surgeon cutting open a patient. Isn’t that what you’re going to medical school for?” Tom stepped back to admire my chest with her. I felt myself blush a little deeper. I would never admit it to myself, but a small part of me was turned on by my friends looking at my body. I’ve never been particularly proud of my body, but to see them ogle over it was a little flattering. “Okay,” Tom said, eager to continue. “Next are your pants.” “$1,000,” I said quickly. I tried to sound confident and show that I wasn’t going to haggle. My faux confidence didn’t seem to impress him. “Again, it doesn’t show any more than I’ve already seen you in a bikini. I would say another $200.” “$800.” “$400,” He countered. “$500.” “Deal.” I thought he was just going to just tug my pants down, but instead he grabbed the bottom of my right pant leg and started to cut up the center. I groaned, trying to pull away. In response, he grabbed my leg tighter, pulling me forward. His fingers touching my bare skin made surges of warmth run through me. As he started to work on the other leg, I felt my vagina grow wet. Crap, was I getting turned on by this? He cut the waistline of my pants and they fell to the floor. And, then suddenly, I was in my underwear. In my best friend’s boyfriend’s apartment. It would’ve sounded like a sitcom if my heart weren’t beating so fast. What was the medical term for that? Tachycardia? Arrythmia? I couldn’t think straight. Tom stood up, his fingertips accidentally—or purposefully, I couldn’t tell—brushing my leg near my crotch. I involuntarily shuddered in pleasure, his touch sending me into overdrive. I tried to suppress it, but it was too little, too late. Tom gave me a look, just enough to let me know that he had seen it. “You know, Emily, you got a really good body,” Kylee said. “You really ought to show it off more often.” “Okay,” Tom said. “Time to get serious.” “I’m not letting you take off my bra,” I said. “Really? Cause it seems to me like you’re enjoying this,” Kylee said. She pointed to my panties where a slight dampness had begun to appear. “I think you should be paying us to keep this going.” I bit my lip. She was right, darn it. I could feel my defenses crumbling. “Tell you what,” Kylee said. “We cut your bra, but we leave it on your chest. That way, you stay covered. At least if you can hold still. $500. Take it or leave it.” I opened my mouth to argue. My bra was definitely worth more than my pants. But they would leave it on, and I was pretty sure I could keep still enough that it didn’t fall. Again, I could just call it off as soon as they did, and that would be $500 more. With that, what would I be up to? $2,200? “Okay, but Kylee is the one who does it.” Holy crap, what did I just say? I was actually going through with it? Kylee grinned again. I knew that she knew that my resistance was dwindling. She took the scissors from Tom, stepped behind me, and snipped the clasp of the bra. I felt the pressure from my bra loosen, and my breath hitch. It just hung there on breasts. It was a lot looser than I expected it to be. Even though it was still on, it might as well have been cut off based on the embarrassment rising to my face. My vagina felt like it was on fire. I should have asked for more money for my bra, cause $500 wasn’t worth it. Okay. I was done. I opened my mouth to say as much, but something stopped me. I had never been an exhibitionist—I was quite shy as a premed student—but all of this was exciting. I wanted to see how I would go. I was among friends and having their respective boyfriend/girlfriend in the room acted as a check, so they wouldn’t go too far. “How much for the panties?” Tom asked. I could see his erection through his pants. Part of me was flattered that he was getting turned on by someone who wasn’t his girlfriend. I looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and terror. The way he said it made it very clear that I was not getting out of here without losing everything. How did I get here? I only came in for a cookie. I wanted to be studying! My breath quickened, and I couldn’t peel my eyes off my bra, trying desperately to keep my body still. “That’s got to be at least $1,000. No, $1,500.” Crap. I had just revealed how low I was willing to go. And I had revealed that I was willing to! “How about $800?” “What? No! If I’m going to get naked, then I want more.” “Eight. Hundred.” I growled. Crap. He knew how far gone I was. I just wanted to get this embarrassing night over with. “F-fine.” “I want to do it,” Kylee said. She stepped around in front of me and stepped very close, her chest nearly touching my own. Silently, I was grateful for her body in the way of Tom’s line of sight. She reached down and grabbed the side of my panties, pulling it out so she could cut. It was made from a material that was difficult to cut with regular scissors, making her take several smaller cuts. Snip. Snip. Snip. My panties hung there, the static friction between my pubic hair and the fabric the only thing keeping them on. Kylee stepped aside to give Tom a good view. She noticed that the panties were still technically on. “Oops, let me get that.” She reached down and grab my panties. Her fingers were rougher than they needed to be, and they pressed down on my vagina. I moaned loudly at the sudden pressure and the feeling of the bubbling orgasm that threatened to break. I closed my legs, trying to suppress the urge, but the action pulled out my chest just a little. The sudden movement, combined with Kylee’s manipulation, was enough for my bra to slide off my breasts and onto the floor, just as Kylee ripped off my panties. I shrieked, struggling against my bonds. I was completely naked! In front of two of my friends! Both of them were just staring at me, drinking in my whole body. I doubt either of them actually expected to see me like this. I watched Tom’s eyes specifically as they rested on my breasts, and then my vagina. “Okay, that’s enough! You’ve had your fun! Let me go!” I said. I struggled against my bonds furiously until I realized that the useless jerking around was just opening up my legs and giving my friends a better view of my vagina. Tom frowned, looking a little disappointed. But Kylee was undeterred. “No. You’re not done.” “But we agreed—” “I know you liked that, Emily. And I think you want more. I have another deal for you, before we get you down.” I froze. Crap. I was in the palm of her hand. While every part of me wanted to resist, another part of me, one I didn’t know I had, was begging for more. What was she going to suggest? “You let us grope you.” “What?” She couldn’t be serious.” “Just let us touch your body, explore it for a bit. We’ll set a timer. $200 per minute, for 5 minutes. That another $1,000.” If possible, I blushed even more. I would never take Tom away from Kylee, but just the idea of him touching me was enough to make my vagina go wild. “Okay. But don’t touch my vagina.” Kylee giggled. “Ohhh, ‘vagina’. Such a technical medical term. You’ll be a doctor before you know it. Alright, deal. Five minutes, and we won’t touch your pussy.” “I’ll get the timer,” Tom said. He walked over to the microwave, out of my field of view, not even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at my body. I was surprised that Kylee was okay with her boyfriend blatantly checking me out. Unless...she had been the one to plan this. I swear, I was going to kill her after this. *beep* The timer was set. I couldn’t see it from my position, but I knew it was going to be a very long five minutes. Kylee was the one to make first contact. She touched my stomach. I gasped at the foreign feeling of someone touching me, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. She grinned, moving her hand up to cup my breast. I groaned and moaned, shuddering furiously in pleasure. It only tripled in intensity when I felt Tom’s hands on my buttock, stroking them like kittens. His hands wrapped around my hips, tracing the outline of my pubic mound. He didn’t touch my pussy, as promised, but I realized with shame that I wished he had. The pressure in my crotch was growing intense, and I felt like the rope was the only thing holding me up, as my legs were turning into jelly. Kylee stopped groping my breast and placed her mouth over my right nipple. I screamed as she rolled it around in her tongue and bit into it. Tears of pleasure started to flood my eyes, rolling down my face. Suddenly, both of them were in front of me, each worshipping a breast. My “groping” had turned into ful on breast abuse The timer went off. Tom stopped and stepped away to turn it off, but Kylee hesitated, taking her sweet time unlatching herself. She brushed the hair out of my face. “A thousand dollars well spent.” I gasped for air, completely out of breath. Forgot the $1,000. My body was overflowing with pleasure, and the pressure, warmth, and wetness in my pussy was almost too much. I needed more. I needed release. I needed to go home right now and let myself go. After years of being my best friend, Kylee could read my face and knew exactly what I wanted. “You know, Tom, I think lil’ Emily here is starting to regret her wishes for us to not touch her in pussy.” She started to untie me. “How about we make an offer if she touches herself and orgasms right here?” My body was conflicted. Part of me screamed for it, but another part of me recognized how truly humiliating that would be, to cum all over his apartment. “Sounds good to me,” Tom said. “How does another thousand sound? That’ll bring up your total to a nice $5,000.” I didn’t trust myself to say anything. Instead, I silently started to rub my pussy. I didn’t even care that I wasn’t on a bed or chair. Just right there on the floor like a dog. The pace quickened. I plunged a finger into my pussy while another stroked my breasts, still raw and super sensitive from my friends’ treatment. It took shamefully little to get my body to orgasm. I fell on my back once my body started to writhe. It climaxed, and cum squirted all over Tom’s hardwood floors. My head dropped to the floor in a mixture of complete exhaustion and shame. I tried to curl up in a ball in an effort to cover myself, but my limbs didn’t have the strength. “Amazing,” Tom said. “You’re amazing, Emily. That was well worth it. I guess we should call it a night.” They helped me to my feet. I glanced back at the pile of cum on the floor. Had all of that come out of me? “Wait,” I said. “All my clothes are useless now, but I need to get back to my apartment.” Kylee shrugged. “Not much we can do about that. Guess you’ll have to streak it.” “My apartment’s on the other side of the complex!” “Oh, you’ll be fine. It’s late, anyways.” I stepped outside, wrapping my arms around my body. Tom took one last good look at me, his eyes running up and down my body and taking mental pictures. “You know, Emily...$5,000 is still not that much compared to $50,000 in student debt for the year. If you ever want to come over again...we could find some...other ways for you to work for me.” Part 2: Submission - Emily's agrees to a whole night of torture to help pay for an impending student loan payment. I just sat there, staring at the tuition bill in front of me. $75,000? That was nearly half as much more than what I thought it would be! There was no way I would be able to pay for that, scholarship or no scholarship! I glanced at my phone, flicking through my contacts. I was going to call Kylee and complain. Instead, my eyes fell on Tom’s number. Something stirred in my crotch. I had come home a few days after our “adventure” nearly two weeks before to find fifty $100 bills in my mailbox, placed neatly in a sealed envelope. In it there was a note: $5,000, as promised. Let me know if you ever want to do something like that again. Tom The $5,000 had been a real boon, helping me pay my rent as well as making a dent in my student loans. Relatively speaking, it still wasn’t much compared to all my expenses, but it was something. Though it had come at a cost. Even though I was turned on I as much as I was throughout the whole thing, thinking about how Kylee and Tom both sucked on my breast, followed by a complete orgasm all over Tom’s floor was so embarrassing. I had seen Kate in the following days, but I avoided Tom. That was, until I saw the huge tuition bill. And nearly $10,000 was due in two weeks. I could default, but that would kick up the interest rate to an outrageous amount, and I would never be able to pay my loans off, even if I was earning a doctor’s pay. I racked my brain for any way I could make some money or cut down on my costs. Any way out. I couldn’t think of any. I wasn’t sure if that was because there were really no options, or because I didn’t want to find any. Either way, I didn’t really see that it mattered. I clicked on Tom’s name. The blinking cursor stared back at me. Slowly, I started to write. I wrote the message, and then reread it multiple times. Despite being only eight words, I had to make sure everything was right. We need to meet. I need some help. His response was almost immediate. Saturday. 10:25 PM. Be there on time, or no deal. And wear something nice. I could hardly concentrate the next couple of days, which was unfortunate given how breakneck speeds med classes were. The day before, I texted another one of my friends to take notes and I stayed home, unable to get the sick feeling out of my stomach. At 10:24 PM, Saturday night, I knocked on Tom’s door. Figuring I was probably going to get my clothes cut off again, I tried to skirt the line of wearing something “nice” without it being too “nice” that I would miss it if were unceremoniously cut in half. I wore khaki pants and a nice blouse that I didn’t wear much anymore. While it didn’t matter, I wore a matching pair of lacey black panties and bra. The door opened immediately. Tom beamed. His eyes ran up and down my body. Apparently, my outfit was satisfactory. “Emily! It’s so good to see you!” He gave me a big hug, pulling me into the apartment. “Hey, Emily!” Kylee said, jumping up from the couch. I wasn’t sure how I felt about her being there. On the one hand, it was nice having my friend there. On the other, I was pretty sure she engineered the original night, and wasn’t afraid to push the envelope when it came to my humiliation. “Okay, first off,” I said, quickly, before my nerve disappeared. “I need $10,000. I know that’s a lot more than last time, so do whatever you want to me, but I need that $10,000.” I imagined trying to give myself 10 orgasms on Tom’s floor and shuddered a little. “Actually, we had something a little different in mind for tonight,” Tom said. He grinned, reminiscent of Kylee’s usual grin. For some reason, the tone of his voice filled me with dread. “It’s almost 10:30,” Kylee said. “Tom and I are going to take turns telling you what to do. At any time, you can say “no,” but if you do at any point, then you get nothing. You do all of our tasks and make it to midnight, then the $10,000 is yours. No haggling, no tricks. Just our helpless servant until midnight.” I mused over the offer. Last time, I at least had some control over what happened through my ability to negotiate, but what they were suggesting opened a lot of possibilities for more intense things. And I knew once I was invested, there would be nothing I could do to stop it. Kylee could see I was struggling. “This offer ends in 5...4...3...” “Make it $12,000.” “Done,” Tom said. I blushed, my fate now sealed. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. The butterflies in my stomach could’ve been interpreted as fear or excitement, or a combination of both. “Should I just take my clothes off now?” I asked. “Not yet,” Kylee said. “We’ll let you know when you can.” She giggled. “My, you’re quite antsy to get those clothes off. Emily...are you looking forward to this?” I blushed deeper and felt a wave of shame come over me. Was I? I wasn’t sure. It certainly hadn’t taken me long to call Tom once I had a reason to. “I’ll go first,” Kylee said. “Emily, take your shoes and socks off.” A pause. “Please,” she added. I bent down and untied my shoes and threw them to the side. As I took off my socks, I took a deep breath. Looking at my bare feet was a physical teaser to my brain as to what was going to happen in the next hour and a half. When I stood upright again, Tom was returning from his kitchen, holding a pair of scissors. I knew that they were going to make an appearance, but the sight of them still made my heart race. He handed me the scissors. “Emily, please cut off the top two buttons of your blouse.” I gaped at him. Asking me to cut off my own clothes was several times worse than one of them doing it. It really highlighted the power structure of the whole thing. I was completely at their mercy. Tom just looked back at me, waiting patiently. I turned away, and with trembling fingers, I pulled out my shirt. The scissors made a distinctive *snip* sound as they severed the button from the string dropped to the ground, and my blouse parted open, revealing my bra underneath. I took a deep breath, looking at my bra rising and falling with my chest. I turned to hand the scissors back to Tom. “Hold on to them,” he said. “You’ll probably need them later.” Kylee’s turn. “Emily, please pull down your pant zipper, but don’t take off your pants yet.” I nodded, pulling the zipper down so the top of my black panties was in view. It was an odd feeling, still wearing clothes but my underwear being in full view. Tom took his time with his next request, just looking at me. I was content to let him take as long as needed—the longer it took, the less I had to do to make it to midnight. However, as it dragged on, I started to squirm under his gaze like an ant under a magnifying glass. I reached over to cover myself with my arms. “No covering,” Tom said, almost absentmindedly. I blushed abashedly, dropping my arms. “Emily, pull your blouse off your shoulders.” I swallowed. With the top of my blouse already cut open, it didn’t take much to tug it down so my shoulders were exposed. However, moving my blouse down just a few inches exposed more of my chest and stomach. Kylee was apparently growing bored with the constant teasing of my body. “Emily, cut off your panties but leave your pants on. Then, let Tom finger you.” I opened my mouth to say “no”, but the thought of the pending $10,000 payment stopped me. I couldn’t stop this, and Kylee knew it. Tom blinked, apparently a little surprised at Kylee’s audacity. I knew then that Kylee was behind everything, from that first fateful night to today. Tom had gladly gone for the ride, but Kylee had been the mastermind behind everything. I started down at my legs, trying to muster up the courage. “Go on,” Kylee said. I reached down my pants. Without the zipper, the pants sagged a little, falling another inch or so as I pulled at my panties. Warmth creeped into my crotch as I snipped my panties and peeled them off. Tom stepped to me, his body almost touching mine. He reached down and inserted a finger. I groaned, nearly collapsing on the ground from the sensation of pleasure racking through my crotch and up my body. My body threatened to orgasm, right then and there, but I held it in. I doubted I would last the whole night, but I had to make it far as I could. For the sake of my dignity. He pulled out, giving me a look hidden from his girlfriend. He communicated with his eyes that he wasn’t trying to hurt me and wanted to make sure I was okay. I gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. Tom, satisfied, stepped away. “Emily, please let Kylee cut off the rest of your pants.” I felt my heart drop a little. For a brief moment, Tom had felt like an ally. I had hoped against hope that with that, I would somehow get through the night without going completely naked, but Tom’s request made it clear he wanted the same thing as Kylee. She grinned, jumping up and grabbing the scissors from Tom. As she reached down my pants, Kylee let the side of the scissors just glide past my pussy, sending a shockwave through my crotch. Feeling just the slight sharpness, even though I wasn’t in any danger, was enough to make the warmth in my crotch explode, and suddenly I couldn’t think of anything except keeping my legs from collapsing. It hardly registered in my mind when Kylee lifted my leg to remove my destroyed pants completely. Kylee stepped back, a grin on her face. I was really starting to hate that grin. Her eyes ran up and down my body. I stood there, completely naked except for my bra and torn blouse that hardly covered anything.. I was afraid to look at the clock and see how much longer my torment was to go on. “Well, in the spirit of our last outing, I think it only appropriate. Emily, please cut off the rest of your blouse and your bra.” I took the scissors from her. Not giving myself time to talk myself out of it, I grabbed my bra and cut off the rest of my buttons. The blouse fell to the floor. With trembling fingers, I grabbed the center gore and pulled it out, and with a single snip, the cups fell to the ground, useless. My fingers clenched and unclenched, resisting the urge to cover my completely naked body. Tom whistled. “I’ll say it again, Em. You really have a great body. Maybe that’s why the two of us enjoy this so much.” His words seemed to have an underlying implication: They knew that I was enjoying it, too. “Emily...” I groaned. I was naked. What more could they want? “I hear you’re a pretty good cook. You want to make us some cookies?” Cookies. That’s what started this whole thing. If you give a mouse a cookie... I silently walked over to the kitchen, taking small steps to prevent my legs from spreading too far apart, though the burning in my crotch threatened to take out my legs from underneath me. As I started to mix the ingredients, buck-naked, all while the two of them watched me, I felt something come over me. I felt submissive, willing to give myself completely to my tormentors, almost willing them to do as they pleased to me. Finally, I admitted to myself that I called Tom because I wanted to, not just because of the money. Doctors were supposed to be confident and able to take charge in stressful situations, but I was crumbling like a pile of Jenga blocks. Kylee stepped over to me. She grabbed a pinch of flour and threw it on my chest. “Oops.” She pushed me against the countertop and took some more flour, spreading it over my stomach and crotch. I wasn’t particularly tan, but the flour was in distinct contrast to the rest of my body. Another pinch, this time in my hair. Kylee grabbed a large pinch of flour. “Emily, spread your pussy.” My ability to resist gone, I reached down and spread my lips. Kylee’s flour-covered fingers inserted themselves, and I groaned as twisted her fingers, depositing flour all over my pussy. She turned me around, starting to do the same to my butt. She didn’t do it all at once, either, instead taking her time going in and out of me. Each penetration was like a jolt of lightning, each threatening to make me climax, but somehow, I kept it in. Soon I was covered in flour, and somehow the feeling of the stuff on my skin only served to highlight my nakedness to myself. Finally, I finished making the dough and pulled out a pan and sheet to cook them on. “Tom? I think Kylee here needs some help putting the cookie dough on the sheet. Emily, please let Tom help you.” Hands wrapped around my waist. I shrieked at the sudden feeling of Tom pressed up against my back. I could feel his erection on my leg, and I could myself blush again at the thought of being the source of it. I would never take Tom away from Kylee, but the image of me lying prone and naked on his bed flashed through my mind. Tom grabbed my wrists, manipulating my hands to scoop out the dough onto the sheet. His fingers left little trickles of electricity on my skin. He placed his hands on my butt as I leaned down to place the unbaked cookies in the oven, kneading them like dough. I felt my clit come in and out of his view. He moved to squeeze my breasts and fondled them. I worked as fast as I could to finish placing the dough on the sheet, but Tom’s “help” made my hands shake and tremble and I had to re-scoop the dough multiple times. Once I had finished with the dough, Tom pulled away, and I took a deep breath. Kylee, however, wasn’t going to let me rest. "Emily, please lay on the table.” I felt my stomach churn. I needed to stop this now. But I couldn’t bring myself to stop it. I needed the money. And even more than that, I needed to explore this side of myself, the feeling of submitting myself to every whim and demand of another. I could convince myself here that I had no choice, but alone, I had to admit to myself that I enjoyed it more than I should have. I climbed up onto the table and laid on it with my front facing upwards. Tom produced some rope. He tied my hands together and then tied them to a leg of the table underneath. They then tied each leg to opposite side of the table so my body was making an upside-down “Y” They didn’t bother to ask, instead just beginning to let their hands roam up and down my body. Unlike last time, when they only had five minutes, they had all the time in the world to just fondle my body. Each of them explored every inch of my body. Tom took his time exploring my breasts with his hand and mouth, tweaking my nipples or nipping them with his teeth. Each time, I squeaked like a squirrel, followed by a pathetic purr of a little kitten. Kylee dragged her fingers across my stomach, and despite myself, I squealed. Kylee grinned at my reaction. “My, Emily, I didn’t realize you were so...” She let her fingers graze my stomach again, and my body nearly convulsed with the buildup of tension on my skin. “...ticklish.” I didn’t know, either. It was something about being completely naked that made me so sensitive to every touch. She turned to Tom. “I think we need to explore this a bit more.” “Wait —,” I managed to croak. Kylee and Tom jumped on me, digging into my stomach and armpits. I screamed and screeched and flailed my legs, but they were unrelenting. As Tom continued his assault on my stomach, Kylee pinned my flailing legs and began to attack my feet. I thrashed against her, but my bonds made it impossible to resist. Tears flowed from my eyes like a leaky faucet, and I felt like I could hardly breathe. There was a moment, a brief moment, where they both just looked at me. My body was tense and tight from their treatment. Kylee reached for my face, and I flinched, but she just grabbed some of my hair that had come undone in my thrashing and brushed it out of my face. Her soft touch made me want to curl into a ball and fall asleep. “You’re so cute, Em,” Tom said. Kylee let go of my feet. “I’m sorry, Em, but this has to be done.” “What —” Kylee stuck what felt like her whole hand into my pussy. I didn’t have the air to scream, so instead I moaned as she pushed farther into me than I thought possible. Thick globs of cum dripped out of me. Kylee continued probing me throughout the whole thing, seeking out every last bit of me before finally pulling out. I felt like I had been hit by a truck. Every inch of me ached, and my breathing was deep and ragged. The oven beeped. The cookies were ready. The 15 minutes—or however long it was, I couldn’t remember — it had taken them to bake had felt like an eternity The two didn’t untie me, instead setting two plates on either side of my body. A third plate was placed on my stomach, and the warmth of the cookies seeped into the plate and into my skin. I thought the plate was going to fall with how much my stomach was moving from breathing so hard. Occasionally, Kylee would reach over, break a piece off a cookie, and then place it in my mouth, letting her fingers linger on my face. As she did so, Tom would reach down and tug at my pubic hair or tweak a nipple. Unlike the past few minutes of their rough treatment, their tenderness stirred up different emotions. Despite everything, despite the fact I was naked, tied up, and prone, I felt safe with them. Tom glanced at the time on his watch. “Looks like we’re almost out of time.” “W-what time is it?” “11:50,” Tom said. I felt a moment of relief. I had almost made it. For some reason, I knew then that even though I wanted the night to end, sooner or later I would be back in Tom’s apartment. “Let’s hogtie her,” Kylee said. “What?” It happened quickly. I was turned on my back, and my legs were pushed up and then tied to my hands, stretching my back and stomach. My wrists were then tied my leg, arching my back even further. Kylee laid me on my side, letting her hand run across my stomach. Unable to pull back, I shuddered at the sensation. She gave my still-sensitive crotch and pelvis a few good slaps and giggled at my reaction. “Let’s start a movie,” Kylee said. “We’ll untie you afterwards.” “No, that’s going to go way past midnight,” I said. It felt strange talking in such a restraining position. Regardless, there was no way I was going to let them make this night longer than it needed to be. “Shush.” Kylee slapped a hand over my mouth and gave my nipple a hard and painful twist. I winced and fell silent. “It’s not midnight yet. We can still do whatever we want to you. Now, if you’re ‘tied up’ and can’t leave, then there’s nothing we can do about that. Kylee hauled me over to the couch while Tom selected the movie and turned down the lights. “Please...” Kylee sighed and reached down to grab my discarded panties before shoving them into my mouth and tying them behind my head. “Be quiet.” As the movie started, Tom sat down on the couch next to me, so I was in the middle of the two of them, and completely at their mercy. Tom started to rub my back while Kylee reached for my hair. As she started to comb my hair with her fingers, I resigned myself to another hour and a half of torment.

A Nude Day Rite Of Passage by AnonymousPerv Fraternal twins discover what Nude Day means for them. Nude Day isn't a specific holiday in the country of Philthshire. It is a rite of passage. A tradition every able-membered body of society participates in. That's because it lands on one's 21st birthday. While there is no law that says one MUST participate in it, it's more sacred than that. Like a Bar Mitzvah for one of the Jewish faith, except it's not religious in nature. It's rooted in the culture, having started as far back as Queen Clitoria's reign. That was like... a million years ago, back when it should have died as quickly as it began. Personally, I think the whole thing is stupid. Fucking stupid. Why should we have to subject ourselves to this humiliation? It's not just the fact that one can't go with clothes, one also is to host a breakfast and then a mid-afternoon party with friends and close family. The tradition is capped off with dinner and drinks into the wee hours of the morning. It all sounds fun until you remember you have to do it naked. Everyone else is dressed like normal except the Nude Day celebrant. Well, I suppose twins might share some shame on their days and that's how this relates to me specifically. Bernie, my twin brother, came barging into my room. We were both dreading Nude Day which was quickly approaching. Our parents were overjoyed. After all, Nude Day is like the official end to one's personal "coming of age" story. "Beebs, I can't do this. I'm going to pass out just thinking about it! Grandma's gonna be there and so will cousins Vic and Pam!" "You think I'm any better off than you? I've been throwing up before going to bed every night, I'm so anxious. I can't get my mind off it." Bernie plopped face first on the bed next to me and started moaning. "Mom fucking invited Alicia Tellus to the picnic we're doing at the park." It isn't really a picnic. Yes, there's stuff like burgers, hotdogs and snacks, but most of the tradition lies in playing stupid games like cornhole, wheelbarrow and horseshoes. Silly stuff to do while you build an appetite for the big event at the end of the day. "Alicia's been my crush since like middle school and now she's going to see me naked!" moaned Bernie. "Why would Mom invite Alicia?" I asked, sitting up. Alicia and her older brother grew up in the same neighborhood as us. Mark wasn't that much older, just a year ahead of his sister and us. If Bernie's affections toward Alicia could accurately be described as a 'crush' then my affection for Mark would probably be labeled 'this bitch is crazy'. I have been head over heels for that man for years. It's not just that he's handsome, tall and athletic. It's all the other shit, like how he helps his grandmother out of the car, or the volunteer work he does at the animal shelter. All this, and he's finishing up his law degree. He's like the embodiment of every woman's dream man. Of course, I never entertained the idea that I had a chance with him. Mark Tellus is way out of my league. "You know Mom," sighed Bernie, turning over, staring at the ceiling. "I think she just wants to torture me." "Why? Because she knows how much you crush on Alicia?" "Yes. Mom thinks it's so cute I like Alicia so much. Mom probably thinks she's helping me out, forcing her to hang around me on Nude Day." It's kind of considered rude to reject an invitation to someone's Nude Day celebration. I wondered if Alicia replied back. "Wow, that's really cold of Mom," I said. "I'm sorry, Berns." Bernie and I got along well for siblings. We had to, in order to put up with our parents' madness. Mom and Dad annoy us endlessly, and we don't know if it's to intentionally push our buttons, or if they're just clueless as to how toxic they can be. There's lots of examples to cite, but it starts with them having no boundaries. Always being up our shit. Bernie and I hope to leave the house and share an apartment in the city, sooner than later. Bernie covered his face with his hands. "Oh my god, Beebs. Fucking Alicia. I have to be naked in front of Alicia Tellus!" I patted my brother on his chest while he laid there. "What is it you've told me when I've freaked out thinking about this?" "It's just one day..." Bernie sighed. "One day." Citing the mantra he's used on me countless times. "And people won't even think about it, or remember it, twenty years later. Right?" "Yeah, right... exactly." Bernie was sounding unconvinced. "Two days, Beebs. It's in two days. I'm about to have a panic attack." "You've never expressed this much fear or dread before. You were always keeping my shit together. Don't tell me you're losing it on me." Bernie dropped his hands and looked at me. "Yeah, I was bullshitting both you and me, I guess. I tried, but I am.... I dunno... this sucks" "It does." Bernie pushed himself up, propping on his elbows. He was quiet for a moment but then he asked, "Beebs, could you, uh... do me a favor?" I picked my hairbrush off the side table and started weaving it through my hair. "What? Tell Alicia not to come?" "Yeah, I wish. Mom would kill you. No, I... well... I mean, I haven't ever been naked in front of someone. Not anyone. Not even in the gym locker rooms. I always used the private stalls." "You dated Paula for two years, Bernie!" "Yeah, and she wouldn't let me go past first base, Beebee. Refused to even rub my boner through my pants." "Oh," I said, surprised. I had no idea my brother was still a virgin. Not that I'm that experienced. I'm no virgin, but I can count the number of men I've been with on my forefinger. Bernie and I look good, but neither of us have had many date nights. Well, except for Bernie's weird relationship with his ex, but he didn't get anything out of that apparently. "What favor do you want?" Bernie was practically trembling. "Just... oh, this is so embarrassing..." "What?" "I just wanted your opinion." "On what?" "Me." "Uh, okay. About?" "About what we've been talking about, Beebs!" Bernie perched himself up and then leaned far over the edge of the bed. "Just... tell me if I look okay." I stopped playing with my hair and put the brush down. "You mean... like, naked?" There was a pause and a soft answer, "Yes." I touched Bernie on the shoulder pulling him to me, giving him a quick hug. "Hey, relax, Berns. You're going to be fine." "Yeah, you're just saying that. I know you're as messed up as me over this." "Maybe. But we'll get through this, okay? Everyone does." "Is everyone as nervous as we are?" I thought about it a moment. "If I had to guess, probably most people. I guess there are some with no qualms about it. But Bernie, there are also some people that are against it so much, they won't even do it. They refuse." "Yeah, and they risk being outcast from their families. You and I both know that's not an option for us." "Fine, Berns. Go ahead. I'll give my opinion." "What if it's not good?" "Do you want me to lie?" Bernie didn't say anything. He just sat there for a minute. I was about to let it go and finish primping my hair when he started pulling off his shirt. ** Nude Day is unique to Philthshire. No other country has anything like it. Sure, there are some cultures that go naked or very close to naked, but not many that save such acts for only one day in a lifetime. It is interesting to note that overweight and obesity rates are the lowest on the globe with the "under 25" demographic in Philthshire. It is believed that Nude Day might be responsible. After all, most people prepare for it. Think of it like practicing for a sport, or music recital or a test. In this case, the custom is that most people spend six months prior to Nude Day exercising, tanning, and eating right. Of course, my brother and I were no different. We didn't even have a choice. Mom and Dad started us on a healthier diet over a year ago. ** Bernie's always been a bit pudgy. Sometimes more than a bit, depending on the season. But these days, Bernie's at his lightest. He may have, at most, fifteen or so pounds of excess weight on him, but he's always had lots of muscle from his football days. Fitter than a Dad Bod, but not cut like a Hollywood action star. Regardless, I was shocked when he dropped the pants and underwear to face me. I quickly turned away. "Okay, bro. Nothing wrong with that, nope! You're just fine." "Do you mean it, Beebs? You hardly even looked." I was nodding fast. "Oh, yeah. You're fine, bro. Just fine." "Come on. You're being unfair. I'm not too fat?" I quickly changed the direction of my head from a nod to a shake. "Nope, nope. Not fat. Lookin' good, Berns. Fitter than I ever remember seeing you. I mean it." "But... come on... you know why I'm nervous. What about the rest of me?" I switched the direction of my head movement yet again, back to nodding. Furiously. "All good, I promise." I even did a thumbs up with my hand, but that was more for to me, to help block my vision and ensure I couldn't see more of Bernie. The fact was, I can't look at it. Ethically, that is. If I gazed on his package even a second longer, I might get too morbidly curious about it. I didn't want to freak Bernie out, but if I had to guess, it's about average in length. You know, it hangs down a few inches or so like most penises. I'm well aware they grow, and not everyone hangs as long as when they are erect. But it was the sheer girth of it. Getting intimate with Bernie is going to an intimidating, if not frightening act, for whomever is first to go. I've never seen such a fat cock in my life and I've watched enough porn to have seen a wide variety. "C'mon, Beebs! You're not even looking." I snapped my head back to Bernie and stared him in the eyes. Only in the eyes. I dared not drop them. Calmly, I said. "Bernie, I promise. You're fine." And in a desperate attempt to get Bernie's clothes back on him, I screamed, "My turn!" Bernie's eyes went wide. "What? You want to do this, too?" "Yeah, I want your opinion," I lied, turning away again. I just wanted him to get dressed so I wouldn't embarrass myself staring at his fat, fucking cock. I reached down for my socks. "Put your clothes on, please. It's too weird with the both of us naked and alone in here." "Oh, yeah. Okay. Right." Bernie fidgeted about and started getting dressed. But now I had to follow through on showing off my naked body. I didn't want to, but better than being subjected to embarrassing myself in a worse way. I don't know why, but the instant I saw Bernie's penis, I wanted to squeeze it. Feel it in my hands. The desire was impulsive. It's just so thick. I think it might defy known laws of biology. I felt sorry for Bernie. Who was going to fit that fat thing in their pussy? To be honest, if anyone ever succeeds, I'd kind of like to watch. Like a Ripley's Believe It Or Not experience. "Um... I know you're going to see everything in just a second, but could you turn around?" I asked Bernie. Goose bumps raced up my skin. I don't think we've seen each other naked since the day of our births. Likely due to our conservative upbringing. As insanely enthusiastic as our parents are about Nude Day, it is paradoxical to their true nature. Philthshire is a very progressive country. Mom and Dad are anything but. They are always checking up on Bernie and me, making sure we don't get into trouble, that the people we hang out with are "nice" and that we don't party like the average Philthshirian. We even go to church. Who goes to church these days? We do, that's who. But Mom and Dad are conservative. Into traditions. Somehow Nude Day gets a pass, but god forbid we go on a second date with someone without getting a two-hour lecture. Now I know why Mom allowed Bernie to date Paula for so long. Paula didn't put out. I finished undressing and closed my eyes breathing in, exhaling slowly. Finally, I opened them and turned around. "Okay, Berns. You can look. Tell me what you think." My nerves had me shaking, but there was a bit of me that was truly curious what he thought. As much as I hate the healthy eating and daily workouts, I've been pretty satisfied with the results. I lost the belly fat without losing the tits and my ass firmed up a bit. Bernie started turning to face me, saying, "I'm sure you look grea-" He stopped dead in his tracks. Like his brain melted or shut off for a second. Then he jumped around, his back to me again. "Yeah, definitely fine, sis!" "Wait. What?" I screamed. "You didn't even look at me for one second! How could you even make a judgment?" Bernie stuttered, "I, uh.. um... y.. ya.. you... I... I mean, you're good. Great! I mean it, sis. Nothing wrong at all. Much better than me!" "I didn't see anything wrong with you!" I yelled. "How could I be better than that?" Bernie scoffed. I noticed his shadow bounced off the wall he was facing. "Yeah? And you think you looked at me any longer than I looked at you?" he asked. He had me there. But fuck, I'm a girl! What guy doesn't like a nude girl standing in front of them? Then again, he is my brother, so I realize it's awkward on the surface alone. But still. Tits? Ass? Live and in the flesh? Any other guy would be ogling, right? "Bernie. What is it? Am I gross or something?" Bernie was shaking his head fast, eyes clinched tightly closed. "You look great, Beebs, I swear! I really mean it! I'm gonna let you get dressed now, okay?" "No, it's not okay!" I pouted, as I snatched up my shirt and shorts. I was pretty fucking pissed. Bernie wasn't telling me something and now my confidence was shattered. What the fuck did he not like about what he saw? Bernie spoke while still facing the wall. "Hey, I'm gonna go to Heath's and probably spend the night. I guess we should meet up on Nude Day first thing, okay?" "It starts right here, right?" I waved to the bed, as that's where we sleep and theoretically, we start the day naked. Bernie didn't see me motioning, still too grossed out to look at me. "Okay. I'm dressed now," I said. Bernie sighed, relieved, and started his exit to the door. "Yeah, uh, so if I don't see you tomorrow, I'll meet you here first thing Saturday. Nude Day. We're supposed to have breakfast prepared by 9 a.m." "Why is it the birthday people have to cook the breakfast?" Bernie rolled his eyes. "I don't know, but I dread the thought of cooking bacon." I laughed and Bernie left, leaving me wondering why he was so uncomfortable looking at me when I was undressed. His voice sounded like it was filled with angst... or disappointment. Something wasn't right. I didn't get to ask him or pursue it further. Not before Nude Day, anyway. Bernie stayed at Heath's up until I went to bed on Friday night. I was kind of vaguely thinking he might be chickening out. The way I had reacted to seeing him naked was no better than the way he treated me. I hated myself for acting like that, but I couldn't help myself. Fuck, Bernie's cock was thick. The thing is, I saw it for such a brief flash of a moment, I couldn't remember whether I thought of it as attractive or more like a curioso, like The Elephant Man. I knew I would be drawn to looking at it and I dreaded the idea of trying to resist the temptation all day. ** And here we are. Nude Day. Dread Day. I Hate Myself Day. Can Everyone Just Fuck Off and Die Day? I was looking at myself in the mirror, freshly showered, hair dried. I wasn't wearing a stitch. 'What was it Bernie saw that he hated so much?' I kept asking myself. It was almost eight o'clock and I was still worried about Bernie when I heard him come in, closing the door to the bathroom. He was out of the shower at 8:05 and soon I heard a tap on my door. Bernie's voice through the door, "Hey, um.... I guess we better get started. Gran is coming with the cousins and I think Mom invited the Masons from next door." I responded, a quiver in voice while I still tried to project through the door. "Um.. we're doing scrambled eggs and toast, right? Keeping it simple?" "Don't forget the bacon," I heard him say. "You okay in there?" "Yeah, uh... almost ready." I walked to the door and paused, trying to calm myself. Finally, I swung it open and stared my brother directly in the eyes. We both froze, not blinking, not moving our eyes one millimeter. "So, uh...." I stammered. "I guess we should get started!" I pushed past Bernie and marched fast to the kitchen. He could see my ass. Hopefully that didn't repulse him. I could hear him right behind me. "Mom and Dad wake you up this morning?" "No, I haven't even heard them get up yet." "Ah, okay," Bernie said. I started pulling out ingredients from the refrigerator and cabinets, keeping my face angled away from Bernie at all times. I noticed he kind of did the same as he pulled out silverware and plates. "Where is everyone going to sit?" "You should probably pull out the table leaf. Maybe the card table too?" "Hmm. With the leaf, the table fits eight. Ten if we squeeze in. How many are we having again?" Bernie started counting and briefly, like just for a second, my head whizzed past him and I couldn't help but see it. A fat hunk of flesh there. So thick. But it passed in a blur because I absolutely refused to pause on it. I don't want to risk being rude or embarrassing myself. "The four in our family. The Masons next door is another four. Gran and the cousins." "Not Alicia?" "I think Mom just invited her and Mark to the picnic." "Mark?" I asked, panicked. "Yeah, didn't I tell you? Mom asked them both." Holy Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!! Alarms went off in my head. Mark Tellus was going to see me naked? After Bernie's reaction to seeing me naked, I was mortified with the thought of it. The last thing I wanted to do was repulse Mark in some way. I whipped around, grabbing Bernie by the shoulders, twisting him around. "You have to tell me what's wrong with me, Bernie. Now! If Mark's going to-" Bernie pushed back, staring me up and down and then quickly turning his head again. "What? I told you, you're fine, Beebs! Relax!" "I want to know what's wrong with me! Mark Tellus? He's like been my crush forever. You think you got a crush on Alicia? Well, bro. Maybe I've kept this secret too long, but you ain't got shit on me! And if Mark has the same reaction as you..." Bernie was waving his hands, shaking his head. And that's when I realized. This whole time while I had been confessing my love for Mark, I had also been grossly absorbed looking at Bernie's cock. Bernie's head was turned away from me (not to mention he was keeping his eyes shut tightly), and his body was at a slight angle, but I could still see that thick, meaty spectacle. I wanted to touch it. Squeeze it, to see how it feels in my hand. But I was also mortified about the thought of embarrassing myself in front of Mark Tellus and I kept pressing Bernie to tell me what was wrong. What didn't he like about my naked body? Finally, Bernie tried to calm me down, "Beebee. I promise. You are a very attractive woman. The reason... the uh, reason I have difficulty looking at you..." Bernie was starting to shake, his eyes shifted to the floor. "Come on, Berns. You can tell me. I promise I can take it. I just need to know." Bernie cursed himself under his breath, tears almost in his eyes. "Uh, Beebs... it's your nipples." "My nipples?" "Yeah. Well, I guess your breasts. They're nice and full and all. But uh... yeah... your nipples." "What's wrong with my nipples?" "Nothing!!" Bernie almost screamed. He dropped his voice low. "Nothing, I mean. It's just... uh... it's me." "You?" "Uh, yeah..." "What do my nipples have to do with you?" "Goddamnit, Beebs. Are you going to make me spell it out?" "Umm, yeah. I think so because I don't get it." I couldn't help but look at Bernie's package while I argued with my brother. Goddamn, it's so impressively thick. Thicker than my wrist, I think. I kept trying to pull my eyes away while Bernie tried to explain what's wrong with my nipples. "Fine. I have this... fetish. I guess that's what you would call it. I'm not proud of it." "Fetish?" "I can't fucking help it, Beebs! I don't control my fucking brain on this, okay? It controls me." "What's so special about my nipples?" "Well, they're really dark." That's true, they are dark. They're also kind of big. Dean, the one dude I hooked up with, said he liked them. I stopped worrying about their unusual appearance after that. "Nipples come in all types, Berns. Why would dark ones be any more sexual than pink ones?" "They aren't! But they are to me. Fuck if I know why!! But I see them and I instantly get impure thoughts, okay? Like, I dunno..." "Like what?" "Like I want to touch them. Flick them. Lick them. Because it's like... I guess they kind of look like nursing nipples." "Gee, thanks a lot!" I shouted. "Oh, please don't be offended. It's that... your nipples protrude a lot and they are very dark. And I have this stupid fetish and if I look at you too much, I am going to have a very big fucking problem!" I could see what he meant. Literally. Bernie's thick cock was growing. Thankfully, it didn't get thicker. In fact, it may even have appeared slightly thinner as it grew a few inches in size. It wasn't quite fully erect. I was really struggling to look away. Oh, let's be real. I wasn't looking away at all. There was a pause before Bernie finally asked, "What about me, sis? What is it that made you refuse to look at me?" I made eye contact now. "I think you know," I said. "That," I motioned. "It's so fucking thick, Bernie. I've never seen anything like it. It was morbid curiosity at first, but you have to know that is a very impressive penis. You HAVE to know that, right?" It was still rising. "I felt weird looking at your junk that way, okay? Like, it's such a rare specimen type of thing, that I'm going to be drawn to it. Brother, or no brother. Now, do you understand?" Bernie started laughing, nodding. "Okay, okay. Let's just do breakfast and get through this. We'll make a pact to not look at each other." "You got it." Ten minutes later, with the skillet heated up just as we were about to start, Mom barged into the kitchen. "Just look at you two!" She clapped excitedly. "Biggest day of your lives!" "Uh, there's college graduation?" Bernie said sarcastically. "Weddings?" I asked, rhetorically. Mom was shaking her head. "Nuh uh. This is more important." Then Mom saw it. The same thing that stunned me the first time I saw it. It caught her breath for a moment before she took a step back and finally looked up to Bernie's face. She was smiling. "Tsk, tsk. You remind me so much of your father." "Mom!" I screamed. "What, honey? And just look at you. Oh boy, do I remember when my breasts looked that good. I should show you what you're in for later in life!" "No thanks!" I held my hands up. "Seeing one family member naked is enough for me today, thank you." Bernie laughed behind me. "Oh, people are arriving!" Mom shouted after hearing car doors close outside. "I'll go greet them. And I'll get Dad up, too. We'll meet you in the dining room. You guys get to do all the work now, but don't worry. The rest of the day, you are getting spoiled. That's why this day's so special!" Mom pranced off, happy to bask in our embarrassment. ** I probably should have practiced more on my cooking skills before today. We started with two packages of bacon and then the eggs. Most of the bacon was sadly limp and the eggs were overcooked. Bernie and I somehow managed to get through it all without being too challenged while sharing the space. We were too busy with the food to worry about our state of undress. I wondered if perhaps that's why the day's tradition starts with this. Keeps one occupied, while getting accustomed to the nudity over time. "It's delicious!" Miss Julia lied about two minutes into the meal. She's Mr. Mason's wife and I don't even know his first name. He was seated to the left of her at the end of the big table. Their two kids, Bonnie and Wendy, sat with our cousins Vic and Pam at the smaller table. Berns sat to the right of Miss Julia, while Gran, Mom, Dad and I sat on the opposite side. I couldn't help but notice how often Miss Julia checked out my brother's package while sitting next to him. I don't blame her. It's like you have to look at it to keep reaffirming that it's real. On the other hand, Mr. Mason kept eyeballing me. He complimented my butt three times before I sat down to eat. "How often do you work out?" "How many squats can you do?" On and on with bullshit questions. Gran eventually shut him up by complimenting my tits instead. "Those are just lovely." "You're going to drive men wild with that perfect pair." On and on with things like that. That's when I noticed Bernie was struggling. We were about halfway done with the meal. Bernie was beet red and fidgeting, looking to the table, then the wall, then the ceiling. Then repeating the whole routine. Miss Mason kept checking out his junk and she wasn't even trying to make it look inconspicuous, but with Gran focusing all the attention to my breasts, no one noticed Bernie's discomfort but me. As I tried to respond to one of Gran's quips about my gravity-defying tits, Bernie jerked his chair back, causing it to screech against the floor. "Uh, I gotta go to the bathroom," he yelled as he bolted out of the room at lightning speed. It was only when he turned the corner that I saw why he did. His boner was bouncing erratically as he ran. Twenty minutes later, we were seeing the Masons and the others off, having finished out breakfast. Bernie had yet to come out of the bathroom, but he claimed it was an emergency. "I'll see them at the picnic!" he shouted. The cousins promised to be there and the Masons congratulated me on my big day. "Tell your big brother if we don't see you at the picnic, we'll swing by Ernesto's tonight," said Miss Julia. Ernesto's is the fancy restaurant where we're finishing off the party. "Okay, Miss Julia. Thanks for coming to our breakfast." "Ah, yes," said Mr. Mason. "I cannot wait to see you again!" I turned around and rolled my eyes with my back to him. "I'm going to check on Bernie. It was great seeing all of you!" I waved as I made my way down the hall. I could hear Mr. Mason mentioning something about my butt again, but I didn't catch all of it. ** Bernie and I were in my bedroom about an hour later. I was sitting on one side of the bed and he the other, facing away from each other. We were both still starkers. "Oh my god, Beebs. She wouldn't stop fucking staring!" I kind of understood the woman's predicament, but I didn't say anything. "And Beebs... I, uh... I had a hard-on." "I know," I whispered. "What? You knew?!?" "Well, I happened to catch a glimpse of it when you left the table." "Oh. Well, Miss Mason wouldn't stop looking at it! And you!" "Me?" Bernie stammered. "I mean... you know... the reason I had my boner!" Bernie's discomfort happened when Gran had focused all the attention to my tits. Now it hit me. "Beebs, if I go to that picnic and this occurs again, I'm going to be a fucking joke. You know my friends are going to post pictures all over their social if that happens!" "Come on, Berns. It's not that big a deal." "You know that's bullshit." He wasn't wrong. We might be officially adults, but we're still young enough to tease each other like relentless teenagers. Bernie's friends would be vicious if he got an erection while doing Nude Day with his sister. I tried to come up with a solution. "Hey, uh, maybe..." I struggled broaching the subject. Keep in mind, years of a conservative upbringing. "Um... do you think maybe it would help if you got off before going to the picnic?" There was a pause, but Bernie responded, "Yeah. Maybe." He didn't sound confident. "It certainly can't hurt, right? I mean, you remember my ex, right? Whenever he orgasmed, it took hours for him to get hard again." I felt filthy saying such candid things to my brother. It also got me wet. Bernie was quiet for a moment. "Like I said, maybe. I dunno, Beebs. It might work. You're right. Can't hurt to try." "And we can still try to avoid each other while at the picnic." "Right," said Bernie. The timbre in his voice did not match the verbal affirmation. I felt like I needed to reassure him more. "Hey, if it helps..." "Yeah?" "I know it's not as obvious with girls, but I'm in the same boat. Being the only one naked around others... I think it arouses me, Berns. It's gross, but I get... excited." "Really?" I nodded, not knowing whether he could see me doing it. I still faced away from him. I continued telling my truth. "And uh, Bernie... you, too." "Me, what?" "I, uh, wasn't going to say this, but when I saw Miss Julia checking you out. Like over and over. She was so drawn to you. I guess I found it kind of hot. Seeing her get all lusty-eyed over you." "Really?" I giggled. It was more from nerves than humor. "Yeah, really. Not sure I ever expected to get horny, but I understand, bro." "You're lucky you don't have a penis. I'm announcing it to the world." "We have an hour before we leave for the park. Let's do it. Maybe it will help." "Alright," shrugged Bernie. I felt his weight lift off the bed. "No, wait!" I shouted, turning. He turned too and once again I got to see everything. Fucking hell, I never knew something that could best be described as "fascinating" could also get you horny. I badly wanted to touch it. I slowly stepped forward, practically whispering. "Let me. Let me stroke it." "What?" "Why not?" I protested. "You say it's my body that triggers your erection. Maybe getting satisfied from me might help you control it later." "You think?" I had no idea. I was just saying anything to convince him. I moved my hand forward, inches away from it. "I don't know. Maybe. Isn't it worth trying? It's just a handjob, Berns." "I've never had one before." I pushed him back to the bed. His cock was already stiff now, rising to the ceiling, the anticipation running too high. I grabbed it firmly with my right hand, aghast I couldn't wrap my fingers all the way around it. I was, as I expected to be, completely fascinated by it. I was horny, too. So very horny. But also fascinated. It was of average length if I had to guess. Maybe a touch more than average. The thickness of his cock might optically disguise its accurate length. The point is it was fascinating. I can't use that word enough to accurately describe it. It's, no doubt, why Miss Julia couldn't take her eyes off it. I had no idea I would like such a thing. I never considered myself a size queen. Never thought about it very much, in fact, but I loved the way Bernie's fat cock felt in my hand. I slowly began moving it up and down. I was getting drenched. Bernie moaned, closing his eyes. "Oh, that feels so good, Beebs," he said. I squeezed just a bit more and lengthened the stroke. "I love your cock," I whispered. I felt it pulsate in my hand. I drew my other hand up to help with the task. As I stroked, staring at it, I started getting fantasies of licking it. Sucking it. I kept these thoughts secret. I couldn't possibly share them. I picked up the pace and Bernie groaned even louder. "Let me help you cum. Then I go," I said. Faster and faster, I beat him off, feeling him climbing in my hand. Getting ever stiffer and hotter. I had little experience, yet I could tell he was close. "Bernie, do you want to cum on my tits?" "Yes!" he screamed, snapping his head up to look at me. There was a hunger in his eyes. "Can I? Please?" I nodded fast, encouraging him. I wanted him to. "Thank you, Beebs. This is amazing." And not a second later, Bernie hopped out of the bed with such enthusiasm, his cock slapped me in the cheek on the way up. I got instantly more aroused, but I pulled back just as Bernie took over, stroking himself hard and fast. I lifted my tits and the moment I had them in position he exploded. First in the center and then he aimed directly on them. I was soaked completely from left to right when it was over. "Oh, my," I said, dabbing some with my forefinger for a taste. I reached out with my other hand to finish stroking off his sloppy cock off. I wanted to be sure he got everything out. "Let's hope that helps," I smiled, winking. "My turn." ** The picnic was supposed to last from noon to three at Liston Park. Dinner would be at 6:30 at Ernesto's, giving us time to freshen up in between. If I was lucky, maybe Bernie would let me stroke him off again. It was almost one before most of the guests arrived. A few others from church showed up who I wasn't expecting. I wish Mom hadn't invited so many extras. The cousins, Pam and Vic, were playing cornhole and I went to join them. "Uh, thanks for coming out, guys. Guess I'll be seeing you at your day, huh? Next year or two?" Vic turned away, mumbling something to himself. Pam spoke up, "Beebee, did you know about Bernie?" "What about him?" "Uh, that his dick is as thick as my arm? Vic's been pissy about it ever since breakfast." I looked over to Vic. "Don't fret it, man. Girls don't fawn over shit like that. It doesn't matter. anyway. Right, Pam?" She didn't respond. "Yeah, I promise, Vic. And believe me when I say, Bernie did not want to do this today." "Why not?" asked Pam. "I dunno. Do you? I know I didn't want to." "Haven't thought about it much. I haven't even turned 20 yet." "Where is Bernie, anyway?" I asked. I knew he would be actively avoiding me up close. "Over at the tables with your Mom and that guy," pointed Vic. At a row of picnic tables, I could see Mom, Bernie and a tall guy with dark hair. I squinted. It was Mark Tellus! Instantly, my heart dropped to my feet. I was not prepared to be naked in front of my all-time crush. Then I saw Alicia, too. She had been standing behind Mark from my angle. She was laughing and patted Bernie on the arm during a short conversational exchange. I noticed she kept dropping her head while talking, no doubt doing double and triple takes on Bernie's cock. I hoped he was keeping it together. He'd be terribly embarrassed to pop a boner in front of Alicia. Quickly, I checked myself over. There was some dirt on my elbow, but otherwise I was clean. I hadn't started sweating yet. Fortunately, it wasn't too hot out today. "Isn't that Matt something?" asked Pam, seeing me squint. "You always had a thing for him, huh?" I snapped. "MARK Tellus. And no, I didn't have a THING," I lied. I wished I had more than a 'thing' many times over. I wanted it to be real. "Yeah, alright, Beebee," grinned Pam. "You make it kind of obvious." I rolled my eyes. "Too bad what Bernie's packing isn't on Mark, though. That'd be a fun ride." "Now you're just being gross," I scoffed. God forbid Pam ever discover I jerked my brother off. We'd never live it down. A few minutes later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I knew who it was. I'd been waiting, but anxious. Not mentally prepared. Too nervous. I turned, facing my fate and praying that Mark liked what he saw. "Hi, Beebee. Congratulations on Nude Day!" He reached in to give me a hug and I reciprocated. Of course I did! I think it's maybe the third time we've hugged in our entire lives. The other two were back when we just toddlers, loving life and being kids. Way before I developed the crush. "So how come you made it my Nude Day, but I missed yours?" It was the only question I'd prepared to ask him, hoping it would pass off as a touch flirtatious. Mark smiled wide. "I have no idea why you didn't get an invitation, but I had a great time. I'd be willing to do it again if it's allowed. I'll invite you to the that one." "Nuh, uh, uh!" shouted Mom, approaching from behind. "It my twins' day today and that's all we're focusing on. Beebs, why don't you give Mark a little shake?" Like, what the fuck? I stared my mother down with laser eyes. "Not. Cool," I mouthed. For all her conservative upbringing, why did she drop the purity act when it came to Nude Day? Why was it so important to her? I smiled up to Mark and winced a bit, before shaking twice. I was never really good at it, but my boobs jiggled a bit. "This is hardly fair," I whispered. "Wow, I had no idea you'd grown up so nice," said Mark. "I absolutely love the way you carry yourself." Is this like the nice way of saying he loves my body? My tits and ass? The fun stuff? God, I would love for him to think about playing with my body. Every inch. I wish I had practiced that shake now. He seemed to have liked it and I could have done it better. "Are you and Alicia coming to the dinner?" I asked. Mark stepped in closer, talking softly. "We'd love to. In fact, Alicia wanted to know if maybe you wanted to bail with us after dinner." "What do you mean?" Mark chuckled and said, "Alicia knows how your Mom is. She'll want you celebrating all night, as is tradition, but we also you know your Mom will try to steal the thunder." "You got that right." "We think we can get your Mom to bend the tradition a bit and leave with us early." "How? Tell Mom that you and Alicia have something planned for us after dinner?" "That's right. We do have something planned. We could get you out of there by 10:30, I bet. What do ya say?" "I'd love it! Have you asked Bernie?" "Alicia's doing that." I had no idea if Mark and Alicia's intention was to keep us up partying into the wee hours of the morning, as is tradition for Nude Day, but they were definitely freeing us from the grasp of Mom. That was the important thing. If they wanted to entertain us with a post-dinner double date of sorts, it would be a dream come true for both me and my brother. I caught up with Bernie later, as we were wrapping up the picnic. He kept his line of sight away from me as I approached. He didn't want to risk getting a woody. "Hey, did you talk to Alicia?" I asked. "Yes!" Bernie shouted. "You heard about it then? Their idea? You in?" "Fuck, you know the answer to that. Of course, I'm in." "I never knew Mark was into you." "What do you mean?" "He didn't tell you? He mentioned he noticed how much you've grown through college. He's super impressed. He also said you have a fine set of tits." I probably should been upset that Mark was so crass when talking about my body, but I loved it. "Tell me more. Anything else?" "I think I might have a real shot at Alicia." "Really?" Bernie was all smiles, his cheeks flush with an invigorated energy. "Yeah, I don't think she's ever been that talkative around me before." I found it curious how quickly he has building his confidence while in this naked state, considering the months of worrying we endured. "Maybe being naked around her drops her guard. Allows her to open up." "Huh. Maybe." "Or maybe she just likes checking out your junk." I had to joke. After all, I'm still his sister. "Haha. Very funny. No, I think she might actually like me." "Worth a shot, Berns," I smiled. ** "Hey, are you taking a shower before we go to Ernesto's?" Bernie asked, peeking into my room. I was on the floor, writing in my journal. I noticed that ever since we got home from the picnic, Bernie would sometimes take brief glimpses of my naked body. I suppose the handjob may actually have helped earlier. "Yeah, I was going to jump in soon. Why? Do you want to go first?" "Well, uh... I dunno," Bernie stepped inside my room now. Of course, that put me face to crotch with the monster. "I was thinking, why not take a shower with you? I wanted to talk to you about a game plan." "Game plan? What do you mean?" "Come on, Beebs. The thing tonight! Can you believe it? Alicia AND Mark both being into us? Surprising us with this date thing. I thought maybe we should put a little plan together. Like, if Mark wants to take you somewhere private, you can signal whether that's something you're cool with." "And you want to have this conversation in the shower?" "Do you want to risk Mom hearing? She wouldn't be happy if she knew we were planning on leaving early." It seems silly, but Bernie was right. It would be a lot easier to convince Mom we should leave for an impromptu, after-party date, than to actually plan it out. "Yeah, okay. Give me about five minutes, okay?" Bernie left and I quickly got up and checked myself in the mirror. I shaved early this morning and double checked the work. It appeared fine, but I kind of wished it wasn't. It would be interesting to shave in front of Bernie while we shared the shower. I smiled, putting the thought behind me. Besides, I needed to focus on Mark Tellus. Butterflies were in my stomach. ** Bernie was waiting for me in the bathroom. I prepared my towels and soaps while he developed half a chub. I noticed he tried to minimize how much he looked at me now. Being in close quarters made it more difficult for him, I think. "You can relax," I said. "I'm relaxed," he insisted. "I mean, about getting a boner around me. I don't care." Bernie was about to argue a point but paused. Finally, he shrugged and said, "Yeah, okay." He stepped into the shower first and I was right behind him. He fumbled for the cheap soap and started lathering up. "Alright, Berns. What's this plan that you have in mind?" "Since it's a double date, we should take advantage of a few things, right? Like we could have a safe word. If anyone of us says the word 'apricots' it means we both immediately leave together and come home." "Apricots? Why apricots?" "I don't fuckin' know, Beebs. I just picked a word we weren't likely to accidentally say! And we can have another word that means, 'Can I talk to in private?'" "You mean, without just asking, using the words, 'Can I talk to you in private?'" Bernie dropped his head, exhausted with my resistance. "Okay, the word for 'let's bail' is 'apricots' and 'pumpkin pie' will be code for 'can I talk to you in private'?" "Do you really think we're going to need these codes?" "I hope not." Maybe Berns didn't realize it, but he was flat-out staring at my tits. As an experiment, I quit talking and he didn't even notice. I continued lathering up my hair while he stared at my tits. I'd move them to the right, then the left. His eyes just followed, entranced. His cock was fully awake. "Hey, Berns," I said, waking him up, our eyes locking. "Come back to reality, okay?" His face turned four shades darker red and he threw his hands to crotch, trying to cover. "Oh, Beebs, I am so sorry! I, uh... well, wow. Okay. I don't even have an excuse. Really. I'm sorry." I snickered. "Maybe we should take care of that before we go to dinner." "Again?" whispered Bernie. "Unless you're opposed." I suppose I should have expected it from the moment Bernie asked to shower together, but several minutes later I was beating him off again. I took it slow at first, allowing the hot water to steam us over. I moved in closer, wishing I could lick it but feeling like that was crossing boundaries. My line was up to here, apparently no further. Regardless, I was getting horny jerking it so close to me. I had to say something. "Bernie, will you cum on my face?" He moaned and his knees trembled to my dirty talk. "If that's what you want." I nodded, meaning it. But then he asked, "Would you let me cum in your mouth?" Now my knees shook. Squatting down, jerking him off, raging horny and he asked me to do something I never would have dreamed I wanted so badly. "Do you want to watch me swallow?" I asked. Bernie was nodding furiously, face clinched. I felt him climbing in my hand. "I might need your help," I said, getting wetter in anticipation. "I've always struggled swallowing, so you're just going to have to hold my head there. Make sure I can't move it. Force it down me. Okay?" I was lying. I absolutely loved swallowing for the few times I had done it, but I always had this fantasy of being held down with no control. I guess having that person be my brother kinked it up a notch. I wanted him so badly to play along and by the sound of his groaning, he did too. A second later, he reached out and grabbed the back of my head with both of his hands, pulling himself deeper into me. Somehow, he managed to get me down another inch or two. My mouth was stuffed. I was cumming before the first spray of Bernie's semen hit the back of my throat, the effort to orgasm requiring no physical stimulation. I was so horny from the chain of events that took place up to this point, it sent me over the edge. I swallowed while trying to pull away, but Bernie held me down. Just the way I wanted it. He made sure none of his hot juices escaped me. Finally, he pushed me off. "Wow, Beebs. That was amazing." The water was pounding my face still, but I wiped it with my forearm anyway, pulling away bits of cum from my lips and chin. "Yeah, uh... that was... great." Frankly, it had me rattled. I know I am inexperienced, but I was beginning to feel some discomfort with how sexually charged I get around Bernie. Unknown, new feelings. ** Sometime later, we made it to Ernesto's. Mom and Dad got there earlier to prep the tables with Nude Day balloons and party décor. Bernie and I showed up exactly at 6:30 and were surprised to see not only Gran and the cousins again, but Mr. Mason and his wife, too. Julia made a line to Bernie once we were in the door. "It is so great to see you once more before your big day is over. I hope you took plenty of pictures to remember it by. Do you mind?" That's when I noticed Miss Julia had a camera with her and started moving Bernie around by the shoulders, posing him. "Oh, just like that. Stand tall and proud, son." I wondered if no one found it strange Miss Julia wasn't including me in these pictures. "Hey, thanks for earlier." I heard a voice behind me. It was Vic. "About what you said earlier. I thought about it and you're right." I smiled and gave him a quick hug, even allowing my breasts to squish up against him for a prolonged amount of time. I think he liked it. Then Pam approached, whispering. "Um, what's it like?" she asked. "What is what like?" "Being naked all day." "So you are a bit nervous, huh? I don't blame you. But honestly, it's been way easier than I expected." Pam smiled, nodding. "It's just... well, seeing you and Bernie got me thinking about it. You're very brave." "You will be, too," I reassured. As predicted, Mom sucked up most of the oxygen in the room, but she made sure to direct plenty attention our way from time to time. Some people from her place of work showed up and more folks from church. Mark and Alicia arrived just after seven. All told, almost twenty people stopped by to congratulate and hug us, whether they were good friends or faint acquaintances. By this time, I was numb to it. People commented on Bern's thick dick plenty, but I got my fair share of compliments on my tits and ass. It's so great to be appreciated for finally "growing up" huh? Philthshire does it like no other place, that's for sure. Things were just beginning to wind down after ten, with a few people already having left. That's when Mark sprung the question on Mom. I almost forgot he intended to be a lawyer until I witnessed him apply his magical gift of tongue. He not only convinced Mom to let us leave with him and Alicia, he assured her that we might not get home until late the following morning. Somehow, Mom was okay with this. Of course, Mom gave a big speech before we left, ensuring the remaining crowd focused on me and Bernie for a moment. I wondered how Bernie was holding up, as he was half hard again. I think he might be as numb to being naked in public as I am. He didn't seem too bothered. Finally, we left in Mark's car with me in front and him driving. Bernie and Alicia were in the back. I noticed Alicia sat closer than necessary. It was cute. Twenty minutes later, we pulled into Peter's Prairie, a park that was donated to the city several years ago from a wealthy philanthropist. It offered picnic tables, a beautiful pond and lovely grassland to gaze upon. "I thought this place was only open until nine o'clock," said Bernie. Mark shrugged. "I know the cop that works this area. He passes by every couple of hours to make sure the kids stay out. Anyway, he said he'd leave us alone. There's a full moon tonight and a little dock on the pond. Alicia and I brought wine. How's that sound?" "It sounds perfect," I said. I think the two in the back could actually hear me smiling, I was beaming so wide. The walk to the dock was short and lit well enough to not be challenging. Without any trees in the area, the moon's light bounced across the water. Soon, we were two drinks into a double date, sitting on the edge of the dock with our toes submerged. "What made you think to bring us out here?" I asked the other siblings. Alicia spoke up. "It was my idea, actually. Oh, I dunno. Knowing it would be a warm night, I thought a dip in the water might be a fun way to cap off your special day." "You want US to jump in the pond?" I pointed to Bernie and myself. Mark laughed. "We were thinking we'd join you." I slapped my forehead. "Of course. Yeah, that would be fun! What do you say, Berns?" Alicia was already stripping. Berns was smiling as wide as I was and nodding furiously. "I think it'll be a lot of fun, too. Absolutely. Shall we?" He stood up, holding his hand out for Alicia, waiting for her to finish undressing. For a moment I thought how unusual it was for Mark and Alicia to be naked in front of each other, but then I remembered they weren't raised by my parents. Maybe it just wasn't a big deal for them in their family. For me and Bernie, it took this special day. Mark was everything I dreamt he would be. Handsome, charming, engaging. I noticed he often checked on his sister, though. His extended gazes made me think he wasn't just checking up on how she was doing with Bernie. I think he actually liked her lithe, pert body. Regardless, he didn't leave me starved for attention. Soon, we were kissing under the soft light of the moon. I could hear Bernie and Alicia doing the same. "Will you have me tonight?" Mark whispered. I nodded. "Are you sure?" he confirmed, with me nodding even faster. I reached down and felt for his manhood. It felt strange submerged in the water, but I could feel it rising in my hand. It felt nothing like Bernie's, but I knew it would still be fun. A little later, we were back on the dock, the four of us. We didn't cross paths in our love making, but we were close, Mark and I perhaps ten feet apart from Alicia and Bernie. I saw Alicia struggling from time to time with what Bernie offered, but it didn't seem to stop them from finishing. Mark continued to look at them, as often as he focused on me. I trembled as he found his way inside me, but my heightened sexual mood welcomed him intensely. Soon, he pumped with a forceful rhythm that had me on edge in seconds. I looked to Bernie as I experienced my first orgasm with Mark. It appeared they weren't far behind us. Later that night, after another glass of wine, Alicia asked if we could see each other again. "I think I'd like that," said Mark, affirming. Bernie and I smiled. I answered for us, "I think we might like that, too." ** We didn't get home until after breakfast. To our surprise, two cards were left on the table, one with each our names on it. "I guess Mom and Dad have one more thing up their sleeves," said Bernie. "Oh my God. This is a trip for two to Sandy Hook! Five days paid in full at The Adams Mark." Bernie ripped his card open too. "No shit, I got the same. Hey, we could invite Alicia and Mark!" I smiled, winking, then saying, "Or -- and hear me out on this -- you and I could go twice."

A girl goes to work for her Stepbrother by Vanessa Evans Part 01 “Where shall I start?” Olivia asked. “When I told your mother that you could come and live with me and look for a job near where I live.” Noah replied. Right, well I guess that I should give you some background before I launch into the story of how I changed when I went to live with my stepbrother. My mother brought me up on her own after my father died in Afghanistan. We lived in a modest semi with mum struggling to make ends meet. Four years ago mum met a man, Tony, who she fell in love with and I was often left home alone whist mum went out on dates and sometimes weekends away with him. Two years ago Tony invited mum and me to go and live with him and mum was over the moon. At that time Tony had a 22 year old son, Noah, who was away at university and I took over his larger bedroom as my own. Tony is a nice guy who always does his best to please mum and me and I got the impression that his son Noah was a chip off the old block, although we didn’t see much of him because his university was over a hundred miles away. Life plodded on for the next 2 years until, at the age of 18 my education came to an end and I had to look for work to pay my way in life. The problem was that Tony’s house was in a tiny little village miles from anywhere with lousy public transport. Mum, Tony and I discussed the problem and it was decided that I’d have to get a flat or small apartment in the nearest city 18 miles away and get a job there. Now I’m not the brightest of girls and my grades were never very good, hence I wasn’t offered a place in a university. There were colleges where I could have furthered my education but that would have given me transport problems because I was no longer entitled to use the school bus so getting a place in the city seemed to be my only option. All this was going on in the early summer and just before we started looking for a place Noah came home for a weekend during which we explained my situation to Noah and he came up with a suggestion. By that time Noah had left university and was running his own business that he’d started whilst still at university, and was doing quite well for himself. So much so that he had bought himself a nice house and a nice car. Noah suggestion was that I go and live in his house which was in the suburbs of a big city, and I could then start looking for a job near to Noah’s house. That sounded great to everyone and the passenger seat of Noah’s car was occupied by me was we drove the 250+ miles south on the Sunday evening. Of course I knew Noah, but I didn’t really know him because we had hardly ever seen him and during the drive we talked a lot and got to know each other better. Maybe now is a good time to describe myself. I’m 152 cm tall, weigh 53 kilos, a 32A 24 33 figure, blue eyes and light brown shoulder length hair. Because of my modest lifestyle I didn’t have many clothes and they were all in a small suitcase in the back of the car with me wearing a denim miniskirt and a warm top expecting us not to arrive until the early hours and it be little chilly like it always is where I used to live. We stopped for a break about half way and at 11:00 pm it was still quite warm. When I mentioned it to Noah he just told me to get used to it because that was typical for that time of night during the late spring and early autumn. “So what’s it like at the height of summer?” I asked. “You won’t want to wear anything Olivia.” Noah replied. “Believe me Olivia, you’ll soon appreciate me buying a house with a secluded garden and a swimming pool.” “Are you trying to telling me that you go skinny dipping Noah, because I could never do that.” “You’d be surprised at what you will do when you have to Olivia, and with you being brought up in the north of the country your body will not be used to the heat. And I’m guessing that all your clothes will be warm like that top. I bet that your knickers are granny style and half a centimetre thick.” “Wow Noah, I never realised that you were an expert on women’s clothes.” “I’m not, well not the thick, warm variety, I prefer girls who wear skimpy lingerie or nothing at all.” “Well you won’t see me in any of those because I don’t have the money to buy any.” “I will soon put that right Olivia, I’ll take you shopping tomorrow and get you some clothes and nice lingerie that you can wear anywhere and will be a lot cooler than what you’ve got on right now. I’m looking forwards to seeing you model the lingerie for me.” Wow, I didn’t know what to say. Here was my stepbrother who had never even seen me in a bikini or even my pyjamas before and here he was telling me that I was going to model skimpy lingerie for him and almost telling me that I wasn’t going to wear anything in his house and garden when it gets hot, and he was telling me that that was going to be in a few hours. I was silent for the next going on for an hour as my brain digested what Noah had said to me, and my lack of saying words to the effect of, “No way are you going to see me naked or even in skimpy lingerie mate.” When we passed a sign saying that we only had 20 miles to go Noah said, “Are you okay Olivia, you’re a bit quiet?” “Yes Noah, I’m fine.” “You may want to take your top off before we get there, the heat will hit you as soon as you open the car door.” “It can’t be that hot.” “Compared to what you are used to up north it will be.” “I’m good thanks.” Noah switched the air conditioning off, opened his window and the hot air hit me. “Wow is it this hot every night?” “No, sometimes in the middle of summer it gets hotter. You can take your top off now Olivia.” “I’m good thanks.” “You’ve got a bra on haven’t you?” “Of course.” “So why be uncomfortable.” “I’m good thanks.” Well I wasn’t good, I just wasn’t used to that heat and I was getting hotter and hotter. I stuck it for a few minutes then decided to take that thick top off thinking, “Noah is family, it’s okay for family to see me in my bra.” For the last part of the journey I sat there wearing just the bra, knickers and my denim miniskirt. I saw Noah glancing over to me and looked down at my chest. If I sat up straight my bra wouldn’t hang away from my chest and Noah wouldn’t see my little tits. When we arrived at Noah’s hose I was gob struck. You could fit my old house and gardens in the front garden of Noah’s house and the outside of the house looked huge. “You own this?” I asked Noah. “Yes, my business is doing well.” “You’re not kidding.” Noah pressed a button on the dash of the car and the big garage door opened. I reached for my top to put it back on but Noah stopped me, telling me that I’d regret it if I put it back on. I assumed that he meant the heat, and it was hot when I opened the door, even in the middle of the night. I imagined what it would have been like at that time of night back at home with my mum, I would have frozen to death if I’d gone outside dressed like I was right then. “Come on Olivia, get your case.” Noah said as he got out of the car, the lights inside the garage having come on automatically as he drove in. As I bent to pick up the case from inside the car I realised that my bra was drooping away from my chest leaving my little breasts visible to Noah who was looking at me. I quickly stood and Noah said, “No need to be shy Olivia, it won’t be long before your as comfortable naked as you are clothed and wait until the morning, it will be a lot warmer and you will be grateful that you can walk around without any clothes on.” “I find that very hard to believe as the only places that I will be naked are in my bedroom or the bathroom.” I replied. “We’ll see, come on, I’ll show you around the place.” A door opened to a huge, modern kitchen and I just stopped and looked around. Mum would have loved to cook in that kitchen. “Leave your case there Olivia, you won’t be needing that again.” Noah said. My reaction was to think that I would, but I put it down and followed Noah. Five minutes later I had had the whistle-stop tour and it’s was fair to say that I was again gob struck. I’d only ever seen houses like that on the television and here I was going to be living in one. “Would you like a drink or something to eat before you go to bed Olivia?” “Err no, thank you, I just need a couple of things out of my case.” “Your toilet bag?” “Err yes, and my pyjamas.” “You won’t be needing those.” Noah replied, “I’ll get your toilet bag.” With that Noah was gone leaving me still a bit gob struck. Two minutes later Noah was back. I’d expected him to bring my case but all he had in his hand was my toilet bag. “There you go, I’ll show you to your room.” Noah had already shown me my room, complete with it’s own little bathroom but he followed me up the stairs. “Have a shower if you like Olivia,” Noah said as I put my toilet bag on the bed, “I promise not to come and watch you.” “Oh, right, thank you.” I replied as Noah turned and left the room. “Promise not to watch you?” I thought as I went to the bathroom, “was there a camera in the bathroom I wondered, or would he have come into my bathroom and watched me shower?” I locked the bathroom door then looked around for a camera. Seeing nothing I took my clothes off and got into the shower. It was nice, jets of water hitting me from all angles, one even hitting me at pussy level, and that felt nice. Shower over I got out and dried. Wrapping the huge tower around me as I walked out to my bedroom and had a look in all the drawers and wardrobes. They were all empty. Just as I closed the doors of the last wardrobe there was a knock on the door and Noah walked in. I was glad that I still had the towel round me. “Hey,” Noah said as he walked right into the bathroom and came back out with what little clothing I had up in my room. “I’ll put the skirt in the washer for you.” In his other hand were my bra and knickers. “I’ll get rid of these for you, you won’t be wanting to wear them again.” I hadn’t noticed before, but Noah had brought some shaving things with him and he’d put them on my bed as he had walked to the bathroom. “Thought you might need those.” Noah said pointing to the shaving things, “you’ll find it much cooler if you shave off all that pussy hair.” Instantly my right hand went to my pussy only to find that it was covered with the towel. Noah was walking out of my room carrying my clothes and I wondering what I had walked in to by agreeing to go and live at Noah’s house. There I was, naked apart from a towel with my only clothes gone. I just hoped that my suitcase was still in the kitchen, had Noah got rid of that as well? Was I doomed to live there in just a towel, or worse, naked? And was I really expected to shave my pussy? Why? No one was going to see it. Even if they did it was my pussy, I could have it hairy or bald, whichever I wanted. I went to my bed and lay down to try to get my hear around everything that had happened in the last hour or so. ***** The next thing that I knew was that the sun was shining in through the window and I was naked on top of the bed. The towel must have come unfastened in my sleep. Quickly fastening it again I got up and went to look out of the window to see a naked man diving into the swimming pool. When he surfaced I realised that it was Noah. Oh my gawd, I had just seen my stepbrother totally naked. I just stared as he did a couple of lengths then got out of the water. My eyes were glued to his cock as he dried himself then threw the towel over his shoulder and walked to the house. As he walked he looked up to my window, smiled, waved, and kept walking. I was shocked for a few seconds. Firstly that Noah had skinny dipped, then also at my reaction to the sight. Not only did I realise that Noah has a cute body, but also the fact that my pussy was feeling wet. What’s more I hadn’t stepped so maybe he saw some of me naked. “Stop it Olivia.” I said to myself, “he’s your stepbrother.” Now I’d seen cocks before when I’d given boyfriends blowjobs and I’d seen one boyfriend naked in the back of his car when he took my virginity, but it was dark so I didn’t get a good look, but this was different, It was broad daylight and Noah was totally naked. Snapping out of my daydream I went to the bathroom, took off the towel and sat on the toilet. The next thing that I realised was that I had trimmed my pubic hair to a stubble and I was putting shaving cream all over it. “What are you doing Olivia?” I said to myself, then, “Well I suppose that it will be cooler.” I continued and didn’t stop until there was no hair anywhere near my pussy. Then I got in the shower again. Five minutes later I was walking back into my bedroom totally naked. I looked at myself in one of the full length mirrors and assessed my body. “I look like I did a long time ago.” I thought as my hand slid down my stomach and I realised that my pussy was quite wet. “Stop it Olivia.” I said to myself again, “he’s your stepbrother.” Then I realised that I nothing to wear, literally no clothes. After a quick panic I went to the bathroom and wrapped a big towel around me. As I walked down the stairs I thought, “Well he’s bound to see me in just a towel sometime so I’ve got to get used to it.” Noah was in the kitchen eating some cereals when I walked in. I was both happy and disappointed that he had some shorts on. “Morning Oli, slept okay? You don’t mind me calling you Oli do you?” “Yes, no, err, yes I slept okay thank you, and no I don’t mind you calling me Oli. Where are my clothes so that I can get dressed?” “Don’t worry about those, have some breakfast then go for a quick swim. It will make you feel all refreshed. You can swim can’t you?” “Yes I can but I haven’t got a suit.” “You don’t need one here, as you saw earlier.” My face went bright red. I knew that he’d seen me looking at him but I was still embarrassed. “Don’t worry Oli, I’ll get you a bikini when we go shopping. You’ll need one when we go to some of the beaches and to parties.” “Oh you don’t have to take me anywhere, I’m here to get a job and pay my way.” “We’ll see about a job later Oli, as for paying your way, that killer body of yours is more than enough payment for you living here.” I blushed again then said, “There’s nothing special about my body Noah, besides, you haven’t seen all of it.” “Yet Olivia.” I blushed again. My stepbrother was assuming that he was going to see me naked. As I ate my cereals I smiled as I thought back to when I was a little kid and we played ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.’ I felt my pussy get a wet rush and was pleased that the towel was long enough for me to be sitting on it. Noah finished his breakfast first and he just stared at me until I finished mine, making me both nervous and embarrassed. When I finished I picked up the bowls and mugs and walked to the sink hoping that the towel stayed in place. “You don’t have to wash them Oli, I have a dish washer.” “So did my mum, me.” I joked. “Leave them Oli, come and have a swim.” “But ……. “ Noah took my hand and led me out and to the pool. My heart was pounding, was I really going to take the towel off and jump into the pool naked, in front of Noah? I turned to Noah and said, “I don’t think that I can, no one has seen me naked since I was little.” Noah stepped in front of me, put his hand either side of my face, leant down and kissed me. I was shocked and just didn’t respond at all. Noah lifted his head and said, “You okay Oli?” “Yes, I err, I just didn’t expect that.” Noah kissed me again, this time I did respond, I opened my mouth and let his tongue explore my mouth. Then my tongue explored his. One of Noah’s hands left my face and then I felt it pressing on the top of the towel. Seconds later the towel dropped to the floor and I was naked, totally naked, kissing my stepbrother outside in the open where anyone could have seen me. After a few seconds I broke the kiss and stepped back. I was about to bend to pick up the towel when Noah said, “Look around Oli, there’s no houses so no one can see you.” I did look around then said, “You are the first man to see me totally naked since I was a little girl Noah. Well except for my doctor when I went to get the contraceptive pill, and he gave me a lesson in what a proper orgasm should be like as well.” “Well I’m sure that he appreciated the sight as much as I am right now.” I smiled then stepped back up to him, reached up and kiss him. “Come on naked girl, as much as I’d like to stay and do lots of things with you, we have to get into town and get you some clothes more appropriate for this part of the country and the places that I’m going to take you.” I held Noah’s hand as we went back into the house and Noah playfully slapped my bare butt as we went up the stairs. “So where’s my suitcase Noah?” I said outside my bedroom door. “If you’re taking me into town I need something to wear.” “Ah, I forgot to switch the dryer on and your skirt will still be wet.” “Where’s the rest of my clothes, I’ll find something in my case.” “I threw them all into the trash.” “Hang on a minute buster, you dumped all my clothes in the trash?” “Yes, I had a look through them and decided that I would get you some more appropriate clothes so I dumped them.” “That was a bit presumptuous of you Noah wasn’t it?” “Well yes, but they weren’t appropriate for your new life and every girl likes to get a new wardrobe at times doesn’t she?” “My new life! I’ve come here to get a job.” “And a new life with me.” “Wow Noah, I’m seeing a whole different side to you since we left home.” “One that you like I hope, especially when you watched me skinny dipping.” “Well I have to admit, I did like what I saw. Did you, are you, liking what you are seeing?” “Hell yes, I always thought that you had an killer body and the living proof is right in front of me.” I blushed then reached up and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Noah, but that doesn’t answer the question of what I’m going to wear to get this new wardrobe that you are going to treat me to.” “You can go like that Oli.” “Yeah right, it’s one thing you stripping me at you home but out in public, no way José.” “Okay, well not this time, come on, I’m sure that I can find something for you.” We went into Noah’s bedroom and whilst he was looking in his wardrobes I was looking around and was very impressed, loads of space and a giant bed. In his bathroom I could see a huge walk-in shower. I was expecting Noah to produce a sweatshirt and some shorts but what he had in his hand when he turned round was a shirt, a man’s white shirt. “You want me to wear that, is there a tie, jacket and trousers to go with it?” “I think that you’d look a little silly wearing one of my suits, no Oli, this will do. There is one thing that I rescued from your suitcase that might help, a belt.” “That’s all that’s left of my clothes, one belt?” “And the shoes that you were wearing.” “My sandals, yes, I did see that you forgot to pick them up from my room. If you hadn’t forgotten would they have been in the trash as well?” “No, actually I liked them, you looked good in them.” “So you’d have taken me into town wearing just my sandals and my red belt?” “If I though that we could get away with it, yes.” “No thought about the humiliation and embarrassment that I’d suffer.” “You’ll soon get used to being naked, look at you now, you’re not covering your best bits, you’ve got used to being naked with me already.” “That’s different, and besides you didn’t give me much choice did you?” “No, and I haven’t really heard you complaining.” That sort of got to me, I hadn’t complained and I hadn’t tried to hide my little tits nor my freshly shaved pussy. My bare slit and protruding clit had been visible to Noah for ages and I hadn’t once tried to hide them. Did I really like being naked in front of Noah? Well he is cute, and rich as well. What’s more he obviously likes me. Hmm, I wonder where this is going. I took the shirt and put it on. Thankfully I’m a lot shorter than Noah and it came down to well below my pussy and butt, but it was one of those shirts that is longer at the front and back than the sides, my thighs were uncovered to my pussy level. I buttoned it down the front then rolled the sleeves so that my hands were visible. “There you go Oli, cute looking and decent.” “It’s a bit thin, look, you can see the darker colour of my nipples and areolae.” “Yes I can, and you look great with your nipples making darker bulges.” “I need a bra to hide them.” “No you don’t, your breasts look firm and proud and very suckable. Besides, I’ve seen you not wearing a bra before.” “That was in my home, mum always told me that I had to wear a bra when I went out just in case my nipples embarrassed me.” “Well thankfully your mother isn’t here so no more bras for you my girl.” My A cup tits don’t need any support but I didn’t like the idea of people being able to see the pokies made by my nipples in my tops. I guessed that I’d have to live with that until I got some new clothes. “And what about some knickers?” “Well you could borrow a pair of my boxers but I think that you’d spent most of the time holding them up. You’ll just have to go knickerless.” “I’ve never gone out without knickers on before.” “So you’ve gone knickerless at home then Oli?” “Only under my pyjamas.” “First time for everything Oli, I’m sure that you’ll enjoy the experience, all that air rushing passed your bare clit, it will be nearly as nice as me sucking it.” “What makes you think that I’ll let you suck my clit Noah?” “You will be begging me to suck it Oli.” “Will I now?” “Yes you will Oli, now get your shoes on and let’s go.” “Where’s my belt and did you throw out my handbags?” Noah got the belt out of a drawer and handed it to me. When I put it on it shortened the shirt a bit but it did improve the look. Apart from my lack of underwear and my nipples and areolae showing, I was happy with what I saw in the mirror. “This feels weird.” I said as we went into the garage then the car.” “It doesn’t look weird Oli, you look amazing and sexy.” “You think so?” “I certainly do.” “Is that car yours as well Noah” I asked pointing to the expensive looking 2 seater with no roof on it. “Yes, let’s take that one, it will be coolers and nice having the breeze blow through our hair.” That was the first time that I’d been in an open top car and yes, it was a nice feeling although the air was blowing through more than my hair, it was lifting the shirt and ticking both my pussy and my nipples. I even shuffled forward in the seat and opened my knees to get a better feeling. “I bet that the air feels nice on your shaved pussy Olivia.” Noah said as we approached the centre of the city. I didn’t reply. It had taken about 20 minutes to drive into the city centre and into a car park. Then I had to get out of the car. Noah came round to my side of the car and opened the door for me. “Such a gentleman.” I said as I got out. “Such a nice pussy.” Noah replied. “Oh my gawd, did you just look at my pussy?” “I did, and I have to say that it’s a nice pussy, hardly any inner lips and that protruding clit looks so inviting, I can’t wait to suck it.” “Are you trying to embarrass me Noah?” “No, just stating some facts.” “Come on Noah, let’s get into a shop before anyone sees that I have no knickers on.” “So you’re going to flash your butt and pussy to people Oli?” “No I am not, bit there is a bit of a breeze today.” “Here. I can help you with that.” Noah said as he got down on one knee and unfastened the bottom 2 buttons of the shirt.” “What do you think you are doing Noah? I can’t walk around with those open, people will see my bald pubes and slit. Fasten them please.” “No, leave them like that Oli, you’ll enjoy it more.” I could have fastened the buttons myself but for some inexplicable reason I didn’t, I just started walking towards the car park exit, and it did feel weird walking about in public wearing so little and in real danger of people seeing my pubes and slit. I say weird but at the same time it was both embarrassing and exciting. My pussy obviously thought it was nice because it felt so wet as I walked. Noah quickly caught up with me and put his arm around my shoulder which felt nice. With him being so tall and me being so small, his hand was hovering in front of one of my tits. At first I thought that he was trying to hide my visible nipple but when his hand cupped my breast as we walked I knew the real reason why his hand was there. “That’s nice Noah, but we are in public, you need to remove your hand.” “Well okay, but I would have removed it anyway, we’re at the first shop that we are going in.” I turned to my side and saw one of the big chain fashion shops. We went in and I went straight to some nice looking tops. “No Oli, we want summer dresses.” Noah said. “Okay, in this heat thin, summer dresses will be good.” I replied. We selected a couple of dresses then I looked for the changing rooms to go and try them on. Noah followed me and as we got close Noah said, “Use the cubicle at this end and leave the curtain open so that I can see you changing.” I stopped dead in my tracks, turned to Noah and said, “You want me to strip where anyone coming in to the changing area and anyone stood outside like you looking in will be able to see me naked? What do you want me to do next, masturbate for people to see?” “No Oli, that’s asking a bit much for your first full day with me.” I just stared at Noah for a few seconds. I was mad with Noah, it’s one thing being naked at his house, and going out with no knickers and maybe accidentally flashing my pussy, but to ask me to deliberately get naked where there was a good chance that strangers would see me was just not on. I turned and continued my journey to the changing room not even looking back to see if Noah was following me. As I walked into the changing area I saw that the first cubicle was indeed free. I really did want to keep walking to the other end of the room but something made me walk into that first cubicle. I hung the 2 dresses up and turned to close the curtain and saw Noah watching me. He was on his own as I stared at him for a few seconds still with my hand ready to close the curtain. Then I felt my pussy get a lot wetter and just knew what I was going to do. My hand came off the curtain and the fingers of both hands unfastened my belt and let it fall to the floor. Then they started unfastening the buttons on the shirt. All whilst I stared directly into Noah’s eyes. The shirt fell open and I pushed it back off my shoulders. I was now naked in the shop’s changing area with Noah staring at me and the potential of one or more people walking in and seeing me. I let Noah have a long look then I turned and took one of the dresses off its hanger. I turned to face Noah and lifted the dress ready to put my arms through and let it fall down my body. When my head came out of the top of the dress I realised that there was another man stood next to Noah. My face went red as I quickly smoothed the dress down making sure that my pussy was covered. The thing was, although I was terribly embarrassed, my pussy and nipples were tingling more than when Noah had first seen me naked. Noah waved me over to him and I walked over. As I approached him he said, “You look good Oli, give us a twirl.” As I slowly turned, a few things crossed my mind. Noah had said ‘give US a twirl’. Did Noah know the man? Was I twirling for the man as well as Noah? Had the man seen my bare tits and pussy as I put the dress on? Why were my nipples so hard and tingling as much as my pussy was? Was I really enjoying being exposed like that? I hadn’t found any answers by the time I was back facing Noah who said, “You look fantastic Oli, can you use a sowing machine?” “Yes, my mum taught me how to sew, I made a dress for myself last summer, why?” Noah reached forward and down and got hold of the dress at the outsides of my thighs and slid the front up until the hem was only just covering my pussy, then he said, “I want you to shorten it so that it’s this long.” My jaw dropped, did he really want me to walk around wearing a dress that would expose my pussy and butt if I did anything other than stand upright? The material of the dress was very thin and the skirt part was flared out, the slightest breeze would expose me. I was about to ask him if he was crazy but he lifted one hand, put a finger to my lips and said, “You’ll look truly amazing in it love.” All thoughts of saying anything disappeared out of my head as I realised that Noah had said the ‘L’ word to me. Did he love me or was it just a local term of endearment? Whatever it was it completely threw me and all I could think to say was, “Shall I try the other dress on?” “Yes please Oli.” Noah replied. As I turned to go and changed I looked at the other man and thought, “I don’t know how much you saw last time, but if you stay put you are in for a nice sight.” In the cubicle, without closing the curtain or looking to see who was watching, I pulled the dress up over my head and off leaving me totally naked again. Then I took the other dress off its hanger and turned to face Noah as I unzipped the dress and stepped into it. As I was pulling it up I was startled as a young woman walked from the other end of the line of cubicles right passed me and to the man next to Noah. I paused and watched the woman and the man disappear then pulled the dress up covering my pussy then my little tits. I waggled it into place then walked over to Noah to zip it up. I turned so that my back was to him and as he zipped me up he said, “That was brave of you Olivia, you’re learning and I’m proud of you.” “I haven’t a clue why I did that, it was crazy.” Noah smiled and said, “You showed yourself to that man because you wanted to please me as well as him.” Again Noah had got me gob struck, I just didn’t know what to say. Noah couldn’t be right could he? Noah bent over and put a hand up my skirt and touched my pussy causing me to move my butt backwards away from his hand, but it was too late, he’s achieved his objective and when his hand came out he lifted it up so that I could see his wet fingers. “And I bet that you’re tingling a lot as well, and look at those nipples, you could hang those clothes hangers on those.” My face went bright red, again, but he was right, the experience had aroused me. I blankly stared at him as he put the finger in his mouth and sucked my juices off it. Noah saw my confusion and decided to change the subject a little to give my brain time to make some sense of everything that was happening to / with me. “Do a twirl then Oli.” I stepped back and slowly did a 360 then looked up to Noah’s face. “So do you like the dress Oli? I do, once you’ve shortened it you will look amazing. I like the way your nipples make those big pokies.” I was thinking about being out in public in that dress and people seeing the bulges made by my nipples when Noah shocked me again. This time he reached round my back and unzipped the dress. I was expecting him to tell me to go and change but instead he pushed the straps off my shoulders and the dress fell to the floor leaving me naked at the entrance to the changing area. That shocked me a little and I didn’t react very quickly, in fact not quick enough to avoid the 2 teenage girls that were walking in and seeing me totally naked. They giggled as I stepped out of the dress and hurried back to the cubicle and put Noah’s shirt back on. I don’t know if it was because I was a little shocked by what had happened, I was a bit careless, or I subconsciously wanted to please Noah, but I didn’t fasten all the buttons of the shirt, in fact I only fastened the middle 4 and everything felt normal, if wearing only a man’s shirt could possibly be normal. As I put the belt on and carried the 2 dresses out to Noah he smiled at me. “Can we get some knickers and bras as well please Noah?” I asked as we walked to the checkout. “Why would you want any of those Oli?” “Because that’s what girls wear.” “But why, you’re not wearing any now and your world hasn’t ended, in fact it’s taken a turn for the better hasn’t it?” I thought for a second then replied, “Well yes, but I need some.” “Why?” “But ………..” “Tell you what Oli, we’re going to a shop next that might just have some that I’ll happily buy for you, will that make you happy?” “Thank you Noah, I can’t imaging life without wearing knickers at least some of the time.” I linked my arm with Noah’s as we queued at the checkout. As we walked out of the shop Noah said, “You are getting used to being underwearless aren’t you Olivia?” “A little bit, it’s not as bad as I imagined.” “You’re getting used to flashing your pussy a little as well aren’t you?” “No.” “Well how come you didn’t fasten the bottom buttons on your shirt? It’s blowing open and your slit and that cute, not so little, clit is on display.” Thankfully I had a hand doing nothing and it immediately went to my pussy and discovered that what Noah was saying was correct. “Oh my gawd, I didn’t know, stop walking and let me fix it.” “How could you not know, you only got dressed a few minutes ago. No, keep walking, we’re nearly there.” “People will think that I’m some sort of exhibitionist.” “Who cares what people think, but deep down all girls are a bit of an exhibitionist, they like men seeing them naked, it’s part of their DNA. Why would they spend hours putting makeup on if they didn’t want to be looked at? The problem is the upbringing that most girls have. They get their brains subjected to a constant barrage of instructions telling them that letting men see their knickers or nipples, or heaven forbid, a man seeing them naked, is bad. So they start to believe it. You don’t see little girls worrying about their clothes do you? It’s their parents that make them believe that it’s wrong. Luckily, some girls are able to see through the brain washing and as they get older they realise that there’s a lot of fun and pleasure to be had by letting men see what their mother tell them should not be on display.” “So you’re saying that I’ll get a lot of fun and pleasure by letting men see my tits and pussy?” “You already are Olivia, think back through the day and tell me that you haven’t had both fun and pleasure.” I was silent as I ran through my day then I replied, “You might have something there Noah.” “See, you are an intelligent girl Olivia, I knew that you’d see the truth sooner or later.” “But mum always said” “Stop right there Olivia, you’re not living with your mother now, you’re living with me and it’s me that you have to please not your mother.” Noah had a point, I did want to please Noah, after all, he was letting me live in his house, feeding me and buying me a new wardrobe, all for free. But I was still grateful when we got to the shop and the shirt fell back down and covered my slit. “This is a fancy dress shop Noah, what are you going to get me, a Tinker Bell or a French Maid’s outfit?” “That’s not a bad idea Oli, but it’s not what we are here for. I’m told that there is a room at the back that specialises in party and erotic lingerie wear.” “Oh, that doesn’t sound like sensible day to day wear.” “Most days you are going to be naked all day Olivia.” “Am I, what about when I get a job?” “I’ve got an idea about that but we’ll talk about it some other time.” We went inside and Noah went and had a word with the female shop assistant then waved me over. “Yes,” the woman said “I’m sure that you will find what you want in the back, your girlfriend will look fantastic in a lot of the clothes that we have.” I was about to say that I wasn’t Noah’s girlfriend but he took my hand and gently pulled me to the back room. Oh my gawd, the room was a lot bigger than I imagined and what I saw with that initial glance was amazing. I’d been into Victoria’s Secrets before but this was on another level. As I looked around at everything that was on sale I saw another youngish couple, the man was holding a naughty nurse’s outfit and the girl was getting undressed. I looked around and saw no changing rooms. Then I saw the sales girl, not much older than me, watching the stripping girl. The sales girl must have seen Noah and me because she came over to Noah and asked if she could help in any way. I did a double take of her and saw that she was wearing a see-through dress with nothing underneath. Noah saw her as well and he’d seen what I had seen. “Err not at the minute, but I’ll be sure to ask when we see something. Do you sell those dresses that you’ve got on?” Noah asked. “Yes sir, follow me.” Noah and I followed the young woman down one aisle and stopped at a rack of something like 20 see-through dresses similar to the one she was wearing. “Thank you Ms.” Noah said. “Oh please, call me Barbie.” “Will do Barbie, thank you.” As she walked away Noah turned to me and said, “Would you like a job here Oli? I can just see you walking around in a dress like that.” “I don’t think so.” “No, too many clothes on her.” Noah replied. I hit Noah on the arm. “What was that for?” “You don’t seriously expect me to work naked in a shop do you?” “Why not, you look better than that girl.” “Not going to happen Noah.” “We’ll see. Now pick out a dress that you like.” As I was browsing I thought, “Am I going to have to strip naked to try clothes on, out here? Well I don’t suppose that it’s that bad, that sales girl, Barbie, is virtually naked and that other girl will be naked in seconds. I guess that Noah will want me to wear see-through clothes at home, he’s already seen me naked so why not? It’s no big deal any more.” I looked over to the girl changing and saw that she was now naked apart from what looked like a G-string, but when she turned to face me I could see her slit. “That’s an unusual G-string.” I thought. Noah actually got a dress off the rack and told me to try it on. “I suppose that you are expecting me to try it on here?” I asked. Just as I said that another young couple walked in. “Jeez, that’s 2 male strangers that are going to see me naked.” I thought, “It’s a good job that we’re not in my home town where I know a lot of people.” I unfastened the few buttons on the shirt that were still fastened and took it off. I felt very self conscious as I slipped the black, totally see-through dress over my head. It looked even more see-through than the white one that Barbie had on. Noah pulled me over to a mirror and I looked at myself. I’d stood with my feet slightly apart and I could see every detail of my slit and protruding clit. “You look good Oli.” Noah said. “That’s because the dress is see-through.” “No, I mean it, you do look good.” “Thank you Noah. Apart from the fact that it’s see-through I like the dress, I could wear it over a slip.” “Oh no you can’t, I want to see that pussy of yours every time that you put that dress on.” “Okay then, without a slip.” “Good, take it off and put it in the basket then we’ll look for more clothes for you.” “Can I put the shirt back on?” “No, not much point and you’re not the only naked girl in here.” He was right, I wasn’t, but it was still strange shopping in the nude. We ended up with 2 dresses, 3 skirts and 4 tops in the basket. The material of all of them not even making the basket half full. All were extremely skimpy, made of very thin material and see-through to one degree or another. Then Noah said, “Oh yes, knickers.” and led me over to the display of knickers. Noah didn’t give me any say in which ones he got for me. Into the basket he put only G-strings. At best they were see-through and half of them had no material at all covering my pussy, just strings or beads that went along the outsides of my pussy lips. Whilst I was watching Noah select my new knickers I was also watching one of the other couples in there. The young man was putting what I guessed to be bondage gear onto his naked girl. When Noah said something about what else he wanted to get I turned to him and whispered, “Look at those 2, they must be into bondage.” “Do you fancy being restrained Olivia?” “I don’t know, I’ve never tried it.” “We’ll get some handcuffs and try it, see what it does for you, and me. Shall I get a blindfold as well?” “I don’t know.” Noah put both items in the basket. “Noah,” I asked, “am I likely to be going to the beach anytime? I’ve only ever been a couple of times and that was when I was little.” “Good thinking Olivia, bikinis, have you seen any Oli?” “No.” “Go and ask the sales girl if they have any.” “Noah, I’m naked.” “So is she, well as good as.” I walked across the room, passed both couples that were shopping, both girls being naked or as good as, and to the sales counter. “Do you sell bikinis please?” I asked. “Not bikinis like you can find in TopShop, more the variety that you’d expect in a shop that has the select clientele such as yourself, this way please.” I followed the girl to where the bras and knickers were. “Our clients usually wear these as bikinis.” The girl said then turned and walked away. Noah walked over and I noticed that he had a good look at the other 2 naked girls on the way. “She says that girls usually wear these as bikinis but look at them, they’ll hardly cover anything and I have small tits, on the big girls they’ll only just cover their nipples, and they’re all see-through to some extent.” Noah smiled and picked out a couple of sets of matching bras and G-strings. All 4 items were slightly see-through and made of very thin material. My 3 bumps will be visible for all the world to see, especially when they get wet. I wasn’t looking forward to having to wear those on the beach. “Maybe I could wear them to swim in Noah’s pool.” I thought. Next Noah surprised me again. He took my hand and led me to an area of the shop that I hadn’t been to before and I saw dildos and vibrators. “You’re not thinking of buying me any of those are you Noah?” “Yes, just a couple of things to start with.” “When am I supposed to use them?” “When I’m working. Your pussy will feel neglected and these will help.” “I’m going to be working as well you know.” “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Noah replied. “But I’ve never used one of those before.” “There’s a first time for everything, even shopping naked.” I couldn’t argue with that one. “You’ve used a hairbrush handle or a banana before haven’t you Oli?” “That was different.” “Why?” “Because.” “Because nothing, you’ll soon be wanting to play with these whenever I’m not around.” “Will I?” “Especially this one, but with this one I’ll be able to play with you where ever I am in the world.” “What?” Noah had a Lovense box in his hand and was reading the sales bumph on it. “You’re definitely going to like this one. You have brought your smart phone with you haven’t you Oli?” “My Galaxy 10, yes, it’s in my bag back at your place.” “Good, you’re not the only one who’s going to get pleasure out of this one.” I was puzzled but I didn’t say anything as Noah put it, a huge dildo that looked way too big for my little hole, 2 table tennis sized silver balls and what looked like a plastic hen’s egg into the basket. I was confused but wasn’t going to argue with Noah. Then Noah surprised me again when he said that he nearly forgot a formal dress for me. “Why do I need one of those? You’re not going to take me to some fancy formal event are you?” “Maybe.” Noah selected 2, floor length dresses for me to try on, both were backless and both had splits up the side, right up to my waist. There was no way that I could wear anything under those dresses without looking stupid. The halter necks on them were different, one being so narrow that even my tiny side boobs were showing. One of them also had another split up the front middle, right up to pussy level. Both dresses were slightly opaque and made out of material that was so thin that I just knew that I’d have to keep checking that I had them on. Noah got me to try them both on and I had to admit that I looked good in them even if I said so myself. I took the second one off and put them both in the basket then Noah led me to the checkout, again going via the 2 other naked girls, one with lots of leather straps around different parts of her body. “Someone is going to look great in all these clothes.” The sales girl said as she started scanning the items.” “That would be Olivia her, she’s new to exhibitionism and I want to give her a good start.” “It looks like she’s already got a good start.” I blushed as I watched her scan the items then realised that I could put my shirt back on.”

A Game of Truth or Dare by jessicak © Introduction It was a Tuesday afternoon during winter break. Some friends and I were sitting around chatting and playing Nintendo. That's when Richard came up with the idea of playing truth or dare. I was both excited and scared by the proposition of such a game. Let me set the scene for you. We were hanging out at my parents' house, down in the basement. Both of my parents worked, so I was home alone and had a few friends over. Two of my best friends, Katie and Ally were there. Katie is a tall skinny blond with short hair and not much of a figure. Ally was a shorter, dark hair, glasses and a few more curves. There were three guys over as well. There was Bruce, the short, skinny small kid in the class, wore thick framed glasses, and was relatively considered a nerd. There was Dave, who was tall, blond and athletic. He had broad chest and firm legs. And there was Richard. He was also athletic, but not a big as Dave. He also had short, dark hair. And then there was me. I'm the girl that didn't wow the guys, but I did develop early. As a result I got a lot of attention, but mainly for my larger chest than my good looks. My name is Jessica. I looked over to Katie and Ally, wondering what their reaction would be. I thought I sensed the same kind of fear and excitement that I was also feeling. I decided that instead of saying anything, I would just see what happens. Dave quickly piped in saying he thought it was a great idea, but the girls would chicken out. Thinking back, I'm sure it was a setup, because Dave and I had been friends a long time and he knew I was very competitive. "We'd do it, but we know you guys would chicken out before things get interesting," I replied. "Let's make a deal," Dave responded. "Once the game starts, nobody leaves until the game is done." "How will we know the game is done?" Katie asked. "How about we set a time limit?" Richard suggested. "We'll play for one hour. Then at the end of each hour we decide if we play for another hour. If we agree to play, we have to keep playing the full hour. I've got a timer on my watch that we can use." "What other rules will there be?" I asked. I knew that none of us girls had ever been with a guy. I was also pretty sure that Bruce hadn't, nor had Dave. But Richard was always such a smooth talker. He led many to believe he had slept with girls, but most of his girlfriends were from out of town. They seemed to be easy going when he brought them around, but we never knew for sure. Maybe he was sensing the fear in my voice, so Dave offered "No sexual touching." Everyone seemed to agree with this. Bruce had remained silent during much of this, so we weren't sure what his thoughts were. So Richard asked him, and he agreed to play. Dave suggested that we each assign a number, and role a die. If your number was rolled on the die, you got to choose who you asked the question or offered the dare to. We all agreed that it seemed fair. We all sat in a circle in boy/girl fashion with me as 1, Katie as 3, and Ally as 5. Richard was 2, Dave was 4, and Bruce was 6. The timer was set, and the first set of questions began. They started out with questions about whether or not we have seen the other sex naked, or slept with someone of the other sex. When Richard was asked, he admitted that he had slept with two different girls. This brought a smile to both Bruce and Dave's face. As the timer went off, we realized we had spent an hour and hadn't really gotten all that far. So Dave offered up a suggestion. "Maybe we should change the name of the game to dare. You have to do a dare on your turn, since nobody has been brave enough to take one yet." I was a bit nervous by the prospect, as I sensed the others were. But we all agreed to it. The next roll was a 4, Dave. He looked at me. "Since it is your house, it only seems fair that you get to do the first dare." My heart jumped, but I smiled a fake smile of confidence and gave him a nod, unable to speak. "I dare Jessica to strip off her jeans and sweatshirt." My face reddened. But I knew I was in for the hour, so I agreed and stood up. I first began by reaching down and unzipping and unbuttoning my jeans. I carefully pulled them open and slide them down; making sure my sweatshirt had fallen down low enough to cover my white cotton knickers. Next I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt, making sure I didn't grab my t-shirt that was underneath. I carefully began to slide it up and off, leaving me in my t-shirt, bra, knickers and socks. I smiled at Dave and then sat down. Richard protested, "she needs to take off her t-shirt too. You said to strip to her underwear, didn't you?" Dave looked at Richard, then me. "Well that was my intent, but I did only say to remove her jeans and sweatshirt." Richard gave in reluctantly, and I reached down to roll the dice. It came up a 2. Richard looked over at me. "I dare Jessica to remove her t-shirt," he said with a smile. "No fair picking on me," I said in my best non-whiny voice. It didn't come across as such. "That wasn't in the rules," Richard was quick to point out. "But if you want to offer rule changes, you can do so in 53 minutes, when this round is over." I wasn't happy about being put out on display like this. I know both Katie and Ally were glad I was first, but I was hoping that they would have been in this mix with me. "Fine," I muttered as I reached down to pull my shirt off. "Stand up," Richard said. "No, there is nothing in the rules that says I have to stand, and since you didn't specify it, I'm not going to." I pulled my t-shirt up slowly, revealing first my tummy, then slowly up to my chest, where I pulled it up, showing my white lace bra, which felt like it was straining to contain my nipples. I lingered with my head covered, concealing my embarrassment. Then I finally pulled my head out and dropped the shirt on the floor beside me. Everyone's eyes were on my 36c chest. I could feel my face burning red. Everyone was quiet for about a minute, so I reached down and picked up the die to roll. This time it came up a 3, which was Katie. The smile on her face had me worried. Then she spoke "I dare Dave to switch underwear with Jessica." Everyone seemed to think this was a good idea, aside from me and Dave. He gave me his best I'm sorry smile and stood up. I thought he was going to drop his pants right then and there, when he said, "how about we do this in the bathroom?" I heard rumbled protests, but we both left the room, and I covered my white cotton briefs as I exited. Once in the other room, Dave smiled at me. "Are you having fun?" "Well, considering I'm the only one in just my underwear, not especially." "It'll get better, I promise. Besides, I think you are having fun, at least the damp spot on your knickers would indicate such." I looked down. Oh my god. I couldn't believe I was actually getting excited by all of this. He just smiled. "I'll give you a choice, if you don't want me to see you, and you can turn around and remove your knickers. I'll do the same with my underwear, then we can switch and get redressed." "Sounds like a plan." I replied. I turned around and waited a moment before sliding my knickers down and off, seeing the wet spot in them. I heard Dave struggle with his pants and then his underwear. I looked over my shoulder and saw his behind, and he did the same to me. I handed him my knickers, and he handed me his gray boxer briefs. I quickly pulled them up and turned around to see him struggle to pull up my knickers, which were tight on him. He then pulled up his pants and refastened them. He gave me a smile and said, "Shall we return?" We went back out, me in his gray boxer briefs, and he in my knickers and an obvious bulge in his pants. Once we were reseated he took the die and gave it a roll. This time it came up a 5 for Ally. She looked at me and smiled. I got a feeling it was pick on Jessica hour. She looked at me and smiled. "I dare you to remove your bra." I gave her an evil stare back. "This seems unfair to me" I whined again. But I got no sympathy from anyone around. All eyes on me, so I reached back and unhooked my bra. I stared at Ally the whole time I slipped off first one strap, then the other, keeping my arms crossed across my chest at all times. I finally slipped it off and dropped it on the floor, but keep my arms close to my chest, my rock hard nipples pressing against my forearms. Both Richard and Bruce tried to sneak a peek, but to no avail. Then Richard suggested it was my turn to roll again. I leaned forward, one hand over my boobs as I rolled the die. I was hoping for a 1 so badly. But it was not meant to be. Instead, it was a 6. Bruce seemed shocked, unsure what he should do. Richard was suggesting he have me get naked, everyone else remained quiet. I wasn't sure what he would do. Bruce then said he would like to see someone get a spanking. Richard told him to pick me, but he said he would like to use random chance to decide. He would roll the die and that would determine who would do the spanking. Then that person rolled the die to determine the "victim". I personally didn't want to be involved in either end of it. The dice was rolled and it was a two for Richard. He smiled. "Do I get to give the spanking bare bottomed?" "No, it will be dressed as the person is, on all fours," was Bruce's reply. Richard rolled and it came up 4. He asked for a re-roll, but everyone said no way. He mumbled and had Dave get on all fours. He gave him about four swats and stopped and sat back down, clearly unhappy with the outcome. I for one was relieved. Dave sat back down and grabbed the die. He rolled it, and this time it came up a 1. Finally! But who do I get even with? Dave for starting this, Richard for continually picking on me, or Ally for making go braless? I decided that it had to be a guy, or else it would become a cat fight and I would be outnumbered. I decided to pick on Richard. "I dare you to strip down to your underwear, Richard." He gave me a look of half defiance, and half I'll be glad to. He slipped off his t-shirt, under which was a well formed chest. Next he slipped off his socks before standing up and undoing his jeans. He made a dramatic presentation of pulling them down and off. He then spun in a circle and sat down in his tighty whities. He leaned for to grab the die and whispered "Wait for your turn." He took the die and rolled a 5. Ally again. Now that a guy was in a similar situation as me, I hoped she would opt for his nudity, or someone else to get down to their underwear. She looked around and said, "I'm getting a bit thirsty. I dare Jessica to go upstairs and get us a tray of sodas. She has to bring it back down on a tray and serve the drink to each one of us." I knew what she was doing. She was setting me up to display my boobs. "Fine," I said standing up, keeping my chest covered in the process. As I began to walk out of the room, I realized that the boxer briefs slipped a little bit. I grabbed them with one hand and hurried out of the room. I went upstairs, slowly, to get the drinks. My heart was pounding. I know it is my house and nobody is home, but that doesn't mean I don't get nervous walking topless through it. I gathered up a tray of drinks and began to go back downstairs. I could feel the boxers slipping, but not falling past my hips. At the bottom of the steps, prior to going back into the room, I pulled them back up. I walked into the room with the tray in my hands. Everyone was still sitting in the circle. I first went to Ally, she asked me to lean down so she could take her soda. I gave her an annoyed look and bent over, my tits swaying freely. She smiled as she grabbed a diet coke. I remained leaned over as I went around the room. I felt the boxers slide a bit, but stop at the top of my hips. When I handed Richard his soda, he "accidentally" lifted it up into my rock hard nipples. It was cold and sent a shiver down my spine. I gave him an even more annoyed looked and sat back down after pulling up the boxers again. I looked around the room and could tell that Richard was now hard, and it looked like Dave was still too. Bruce sat with his legs crossed and made it hard to tell. I picked up the die and gave it a roll. It came up a 1 again. I smiled. Looking over at Ally, "I dare you to strip down to your underwear." She gave me a dirty look. I know that by doing that I probably missed the opportunity to strip one of the guys, but she seemed so intent on displaying me that I had to pay her back. She stood up and unbuttoned her shirt. She slipped it off her arms, revealing her 34b breasts encased in a powder blue bra. Her large nipples were very erect. She kept her gaze on the floor as she slowly undid her jeans and carefully slid them down off her hips, revealing her matching powder blue knickers. She sat down finishing slipping them off. I do believe I saw a bit of a wet spot before she crossed her legs. Finally the attention was on someone other than me. After a few moments she leaned forward and grabbed the die. She rolled it and this time it came up a 3. I wasn't sure what to expect. Then she looked around and said. "I dare Jessica to stand in the middle of the circle with her hands on her head, while Bruce pulls her boxers down and off. She must then turn around slowly, giving everyone a good view of her, hands remaining on her head." My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I could have expected this from Ally, but not from Katie. I took a few deep breaths and stood up. I shook my hands a few times to shake the tension off. I went to the middle of the circle and stood facing Bruce. He almost had a scared look on his face. I raised my hands and interlocked my fingers behind my head, closing my eyes and preparing to have my only piece of clothing removed. Just as I could feel Bruce's hands on my hips I heard the beeping of the watch. The hour was up and I had a chance to save my dignity. Part 2 "No fair," was the first thing out of Richard's mouth. "She accepted the dare before the hour was up, she has to go through with it." "No, we said that we would commit hour by hour," I said with a somewhat stammering voice, my arms over my chest. "Well, if we decide to continue playing, then you have to do the dare," Richard declared. "Well, we'll have to see if everyone wants to continue." I looked around the room. "All those in favor of still playing, raise your hand." I saw Richard's hand go up quickly. I saw Dave slowly raise his hand. Bruce decided not to be the guy chickening out and raised his hand. Katie raised her hand up, so now it was down to Ally in her underwear, and me, the one who would have to be naked. Ally lifted her hand, keeping her other arm over her hard nipples. "I guess it is up to you, Jessica," Richard proclaimed. "Are you brave enough to show us everything or will you be the one to ruin the fun?" I looked at everyone, knowing they wanted to continue. "Can we make the rule that nobody has to participate in back-to-back dares? It doesn't seem fair that everyone is picking on me." "We'll put it to a vote if you decide to keep playing. It would be majority rules," Dave suggested. I didn't like my odds, but what choice did I have. "Alright, I'm in for one more hour," I reluctantly said. "Now, about the vote. All those in favor of not making someone do back-to-back dares, raise your hand." Mine went up, still covering my breasts. Bruce also raised his hand, but nobody else did. I was doomed, I could tell. "Let's reset the clock and seem some action," Richard replied all too eagerly. Everyone resumed their seated position. I remained standing, again closing my eyes and hooking my fingers behind my head. I again felt Bruce's hands on my hips. His touch was delicate as he slowly grabbed the waistband and began to slide them down. The decent seemed to take forever. I could feel my butt come out into view, and then slowly my dark bush was coming into view. He continued the decent of the boxers, pulling them down my thighs, then down my calves and pooling them around my ankles. He lifted my right foot slightly to pull them out from under me, then my left foot. I remained completely still. I could almost feel Bruce's breath on my legs. "Now turn around for everyone to see," Katie almost commanded. I did a very slow turn, eyes still shut. I felt like I might fall over, but I knew I couldn't look anyone in the eyes. I heard Ally give a little whistle of approval. My face turned even redder. I finally completed the circle and heard Richard, "Now that was worth playing another hour for." "Can I sit down now?" I asked impatiently. "I never said you could. The dare was to remain in the middle with your hands on your head. I suppose you'll have to stay that way until your next dare," Katie responded. "Then how am I supposed to roll the die?" I asked. "Use your feet," Richard suggested helpfully, or so he though. "Fine," I huffed. I picked up the die and dropped it, but it didn't really roll, it just landed back on 3. "Looks like it is my turn again," Katie said sounding very giddy. "I think it is time for Jessica to get the spanking that Richard was hoping for earlier. I dare Jessica to get on all fours while everyone gives her ten spankings." My mouth dropped open. I hadn't expected that. It seems Katie had it in for me more than Ally. "Will I be able to get up afterwards?" I asked sarcastically. "No, you can remain on all fours in the middle until your next dare," was her reply. I undid my fingers and lowered them to my side. I couldn't believe how sore they were. I suppose from all my shaking. I got down on all fours, facing Katie, which gave Bruce and Richard a good view of my back side. Richard jumped up, "I'll go first" he was on his knees behind me. He smacked my bottom with an open hand and it stung. He proceeded to offer five to each cheek, which I am sure were red when he was done. I was biting my lip during the whole process. "My turn," Dave said. "No, Ally's next," said Katie. Ally lined up behind me, still in her bra and knickers. Her nipples were poking out, and the damp spot in her knickers was a little more noticeable. I thought about pointing it out to everyone, but I think others noticed, and I didn't need to bring any more wraths down on myself. Ally proceeded to give me ten quick swats, successfully getting both cheeks at once, and not hitting the same spot that Richard did. Dave got up and went over. As he stood up I could see he was still hard in his jeans. He got behind me but seemed to be a bit nicer. He gave me ten playful swats on the behind. They hurt on the other stinging spots, but were not as bad as I expected. Katie next got behind me. She rubbed her hand over my hind end a couple of times before swatting me once. She then again rubbed the spot, almost soothing it before taking another swat. She continued in this fashion for all ten, then before getting up she commented "you guys gotta check this out. She likes this so much her pussy is wide open." My face burned as red as my behind, but I couldn't say anything. Everyone got behind me and checked me out, which only made me more embarrassed. "Th-th-this wasssn't part of the d-d-dare," I stammered. Bruce then leaned in and gave me ten quick pats and said I was done. I was very done, very embarrassed by being excited by all this attention, and I was embarrassed that everyone found out. And I was embarrassed that this would continue for a bit more. I sat there, trying to compose myself, my tits swaying back and forth. I took the die and gave it a roll. It was a 6. Finally, my only friend and defendant in the group, or so it seemed. "I dare Ally to stand up in the middle of the room and let Jessica remove her bra for her." Ally didn't seem to sure about this. She seemed fine having me fully nude, but she didn't want to display her chest. "Maybe we should quit," she suggested. "No can do," Richard piped in. "We agreed to another hour and we have 40 minutes left. Now stand up and let Jessica remove your bra." Ally had a pleading look in her eyes. She stood up and went to the middle of the circle. She stood there with her hands at her side. I stood up and unhooked her bra. I then slide one shoulder strap down, then the other, while remaining behind her. I tugged at the bra and revealed her 34b breasts and very erect nipples to everyone. She kept her hands at her sides as I dropped the bra to the floor and sat down. She took a moment to compose herself and then sat down as well, covering herself up. "Your turn to roll," I said, trying to cover myself up as well. When you have been exposed for so long, any coverage is welcomed. She leaned forward and took the die, giving it a roll. It landed on a 4. Dave was thinking. He finally spoke, "I dare Jessica that for the remainder of the game, when she is sitting, she keep her legs in front of her and spread, and her palms on the floor behind her." I gave him a snarl. He knew I was enjoying my brief cover. I straightened my legs out and spread them apart, then dropped my hands behind my hips on the floor. "Like this?" I asked. "Spread them wider so we can see in your wet hole," Katie suggested. Dave just nodded. I was embarrassed but followed through. I felt so exposed. "Can I get up to roll the die?" I asked. "How about I roll it for you," Dave offered as he picked it up and rolled it toward my legs. I felt it bounce off my middle thigh and stop. Everyone stared at the die, and my dripping pussy. It landed on 3. I was sure this would not bode well for me. Katie had a devilish smile about her. "I think we should have Jessica streak out to my car and grab a CD I have in there. She can then bring it in and dance to a song for us." I really did not want to do that. One, it was winter and cold out. Two, it was broad daylight, about 3:30. Three, my neighbors may be home. "I can't do that. Someone might see me." "Sure you can do it. We've all seen you. And you seem to like to be seen. And you agreed to play for the hour." Katie replied. "Can I put on shoes?" I pleaded. "Yes, you may, but it will cost you. Any time your number comes up on the die, I get to have your dare for the rest of the hour." "I'm not giving up my dares. Right now it is everyone against me. I'm the only one naked. It would be all against me." "Probably, but you would only have 30 minutes left, then you can end the game." I thought about it. I guess I may or may not get a chance. But it would be only a short while. And I kind of did like be the victim, even if it did embarrass me. "Fine, I'll give up my dares, but I get to wear a coat too." "You can wear shoes and coat, open. But you have to agree to play one more hour then." I was thinking. I could go out in shoes only, risk being seen by an elderly neighbor and be a victim for 30 minutes. Or cover up mostly and remain a victim for 90 minutes. Better that only my friends see me. "Okay, it is a deal." I went upstairs and grabbed my long coat from the closest. "No, wear my leather jacket," Katie offered. It was short, only coming down to my waist. I gave her an evil stare and took the jacket and put it on. My ass and pussy hung out, and but my tits were covered. I went out the door, looking around to make sure it is clear. I quickly went to her car on the street, and went to open the door. It was locked. "Go around to the driver's side," Katie hollered. I looked around and quickly went to the driver's side and opened the door. Her CD's were in the overhead holder, and I quickly found the disc she wanted. I looked around again and saw a car coming down the street, so I waited in the driver's seat. My heart was pounding, but the driver just passed by and waved. Making sure the coast was clear I quickly ran back to the house. Katie was at the door. "Hand me the jacket and shoes and you can come in." "Please let me in," I begged her. She raised an eyebrow, so I quickly slipped off the shoes and stepped on the cold cement. I then slid off the jacket and handed it to her. She stepped aside and let me in the door. As I passed by she rubbed her hand over my bare bottom. We went downstairs again, I was cold and my nipples were really pressing out now. "To warm you back up, I want you to dance to Sir Mix-a-lot's 'I like big butts'," Katie said with a smile. I gave her a glare and she cued up the CD. I began to dance, very self conscious and very badly. "Come on Jessica, you can do better," Katie snapped. I quickly got into the groove and put everyone out of my mind. I danced to the song and when it was over everyone clapped. I was thoroughly embarrassed and went to sit back down. I initially sat cross-legged, but was quickly reminded of my seating position. Katie picked up the die and gave it another role. This time it landed on 2. Richard smiled. "I think the only thing more fun than having one naked chick is having more than one," Richard said. "I dare Ally to get in the middle of the circle and bend over and touch her toes while Jessica removes her knickers for her." Ally did not look comfortable with this, nor did I. She got up and went to the middle and bent over, her bottom facing me, her tits hanging there. Richard and Bruce took in the site as I stood up and placed my hands on Ally's hips. I put my fingers in her waistband and began to slide them down. I knelt as I brought her ass into view. I slowly slid them down, having to tug to get them to come down in front. As I slid them down I noticed the damp spot inside her knickers. I looked up and saw how excited she was by this. I quickly slid them down to her feet and off. Ally stood up to cover up, but Richard quickly piped in, "I think you have to stay that way until the next dare." She shot daggers at him, but complied and re-bent over. I decided against pointing out her excitement to everyone and sat back down in my spread position. Richard picked up the die and gave it a role. It landed on 5. Ally saw this and quickly stood up. "I dare Richard to get in the middle and let Jessica pull off his underwear, hands on his head. He is to remain there until the next dare." She said as she went back and took a seat. Richard had a half smirk/half frown on his face. He stood up in the middle, looked at me, and said, "Come kneel before me and remove my underwear, Jessica." "Why do I have to do all of this," I asked protesting. "Luck of the draw," was his reply. I got up and knelt before him. I reached up and began to slowly slide his underwear down. I could see he was erect. As I pulled them down, slowly lowering them and pulling his manhood down with it until finally it "popped" free. I sat there staring at it. It was probably 5" and skinny. I pulled his underwear down around his ankles and had him step out. Just as I did, the watch went off and the hour was over. With half the group now naked, I assumed the game would end. We took a vote, and everyone agreed to continue. I was a bit reluctant, but didn't have a choice. Part 3 "Well, I need to go to the bathroom before we start again," I said. "Hold on a minute," Richard replied. "You may need to be able to do that for a dare," he said with a devilishly grin. We all settled in and Richard reset the clock again. He picked up the die and gave it a roll. It landed on 2. "Well, since Jessica has to go to the bathroom, I dare her to let us all go in and watch her pee in the shower." "No way, that's gross," I snapped back. "But it is your dare," replied Katie. I got up and walked into the bathroom. Everyone followed me in, Richard in the lead, his penis flopping about. Next followed by Dave and Bruce. Even Katie followed, but Ally was kind of lingering back. I opened up the shower curtain and looked inside. I really didn't want an audience for this. I stepped inside. "Now squat down and pee for us," Katie chimed in. I gave her the evil stare and squatted down. It was kind of hard peeing with an audience and peeing in a shower, but I had to go so bad that it didn't take long for me to start going. I didn't count on it splashing on my feet though. I finished up quickly enough when Richard reminded me I needed to flush. "How do you expect me to do that?" I asked. "Turn on the shower. You may want to wash off your feet too." He replied. "I'm not taking a shower for you guys," was my reply. "Ally, roll the die and see who gets the next dare," Katie hollered. Ally rolled it and hollered back, "it was a 4." Dave smiled. "Yes, I think you should take a shower for us. We wouldn't want you to smell like pee. Be sure to lather up good." My heart was racing. I reached up and turned on the shower, cold water initially hitting me. It warmed up after a few moments and I stood there in the water. Everyone was staring at me. Even Ally came in to watch. I looked around and grabbed the soap. I begin to wash up. The suds felt nice on my body. "Don't forget to wash all the nooks and crannies," Dave replied. I ran the soap all over my body. Everyone watched as I did so. After a few minutes I reached up and shut the water off. "There, is that better," I asked. Dave nodded and handed me a towel. I dried myself off and wrapped up in it to stay warm, but that was met by protests. "You need to remain naked." "Alright," I said reluctantly and dropped the towel on the floor. We went back to the room and sat back in our circle, me in the chosen stance. Dave took the die and gave it a roll. It was a 3. Katie looked around the room, and then looked at me. "I dare you to show us how you masturbate when you are horny. We all know you are horny, so why don't you show us?" she asked with a grin. My face turned as red as could be. I'm already naked and on display, and she wants me to go further. "No way! We said no sexual touching. I think that crosses the line." "I thought no sexual touching meant no touching each other," Katie said in an innocent voice. "Well, if that were the case, how about the spanking?" I retorted. "That wasn't sexual, that was more of discipline," she chuckled. "Besides, I think you liked it. I think you like being naked in front of us. And I think you want to show us how you masturbate." "No I don't!" was I could retort. "Well, we did agree on the game and everyone else has done what they have been dared, but if you want to be the one that ruined the game," she stated. I looked around the room. Everyone's eyes were glued to me. What could I do? Should I do it? Could I do it? My heart pounding, I finally agreed. "Fine, where at?" "How about right where you are," she replied. "We'll all gather round to watch." I looked around. I could see Richard's cock twitching. Ally appeared to have a fascinated smile on her face. Even Katie's nipples appeared hard. I reached down between my legs, closing my eyes. "Lay down," Katie commanded. I lowered myself down onto my back, knees curled, legs spread wide. I slowly began to rub my nipples with one hand and the other slowly worked its way down my body. I ran my fingers through my bush. I was so wet. I was running my finger up and down my parted lips. Then suddenly I heard a car. I jumped up. "Mom's home!" Everyone panicked. "Everyone get dressed," I hollered. I grabbed my sweatshirt and slipped it on, and reached for my pants. Richard pulled on his underwear and jeans quickly. Ally gathered her clothes and went to the bathroom to get dressed. I pulled up my jeans and handed Dave's underwear to him. He just smiled and said he would return mine later. I hid my bra under some pillows as mom came in and hollered down, asking what we were up to. Bruce and Dave were already playing Nintendo. "Just hanging out down stairs, Mom," I responded. Ally finally reemerged from the bathroom, fully dressed. Everyone sat around silently. Finally they decided it was time to go. But first Katie looked at me, "Don't forget, you still owe us a show." She smiled and they all left.

A slave's night at the rodeo LineMstr I have an online sub named niki who enjoys exhibiting herself at my command. She has two accomplices in real life named Rosie and Judy. This is a story about their trip to the rodeo. First, Rosie s account, then niki s. I hope you enjoy it as much as they did ! Date:96-08-04 12:25:34 EDT From:RosieRose To: LineMstr LineMstr The rodeo was a success. Niki did a good job attracting a large crowd of cowboys just to watch her eat cotton candy. Let me start at the beginning. Judy and I got ready for the rodeo. You said for us to dress sexy as well so Niki did not stick out so much, so we tried. Judy had a pair of tight black jeans, with a black and white checked cowboy shirt, red scarf, and red cowboy hat. She looked so much better than the usual outragous clothes, I complemented her to reinforce her better look. I had some tight jeans and a blue shirt with a straw hat that looks best with my red hair. The two of us look like two little cowgirls out to meet some cowboys. If they only knew. We arrived at Niki's, and I knew we were early enough that she wouldn't be dressed. Sure enough, she answered the door wearing a towel. It was close to the time we had to leave, so I told Niki to finish getting ready. She put on her outfit and she really looked like a cute cowgirl, with the big blue bow in her pony tail, her boots and hat. And, of course, she was completely naked underneath her skirt and vest. The denim skirt came to just mid-thigh and had a bit of a flair in it so, if she turned quickly or lifted her legs too high, anyone could get a peek, and the vest fit her like a glove with the front wide V coming down to almost right between her breasts so her cleavage was apparent. This cowgirl was ready for some cowboys. She then announced that you had given her instructions. She was to be cuffed in front and her vest unbuttoned for the trip to the rodeo. Judy thought this is great ! I cuffed her and we left. I helped Niki in front and got her settled with the lap belt over the chain between the cuffs so she could not prevent her vest from coming open "accidentaly" during the ride. With her hair in a pony tail, we wouldn't have any interference like on the library trip when she tried to wear it down and in front, covering her breasts. As I looked at the unbuttoned vest, I remember the nipple rings, and asked her if she wanted to remove them. She answered, "No, they are a part of me," so I let it be. I got in, and told Judy that I though it was a lovely Texas night, warm and clear, and I thought we should ride to the rodeo with the windows and vents open. There would be enough breeze on the freeway so we wouldn't be too hot. Judy agreeed, so I zipped down the windows and we took off, literally. It was great ! Poor Niki was so embarrassed ! The wind would blow her vest open, Judy would wait until somone got a peek and then flip it back over Niki s breasts. I would swerve the van, or the wind would blow it open again, and Judy would wait, and so on all the way to the Arena. As we approached the parking attendent I put her window up as Judy re-buttoned Niki s vest and removed the cuffs. We got out of the van, and, to "help" Niki show herself, Judy got on one side and I got on the other. We took her arms and started moving toward the ticket booth fast enough so she had to open her stride and let her skirt open up. I know at least one man got a good look, but I don't think he believed what he saw ! We got our tickets and started toward the seats, when I stopped and bought her a big goob of pink coton candy and a cup of ice. I gave it to her and told her to eat it with her fingers, to lick it off her fingers, and to take her time eating it. She looked at me like I was demented. I sent her up the stairs and had her stand on the first landing. Now this arena was built with the metal ramps and seats so, from underneath, they can move from one area to another and move stock under the seats. It's all sand down there so it is easy to clean. I think they really did it so no one would sneak under the seats. Where I had Niki stand first is where the contestant cowboys and clowns wait to enter the main arena ring, and where cowboys stand and watch. There was a good crowd down there, so I dropped some ice to get them to look up, which they did. Soon, we had even more cowboys down there. I decided I'd better move Niki to our seats. This was not a premier night, so there were empty seats. We went high up in the top tier where no one would be sitting in front of us, and took our seats. Judy sat on one side of Niki, and I sat on there other. We sat down and put our legs up on the bench in front and waited for Niki to do the same. She settled down on her seat, wiggling about so she wasn't on her skirt, saying somthing about how cold the seats were, and put her legs up on the bench with her legs closed--not tightly closed, but not open either. I was sure anyone coming up the steps could see all the way up her skirt, but I was not sure, until about 4 cowboys came up the stairs. I saw by their faces that they had seen it all ! Niki was not paying attetion, as usual. She was playing with the cotton candy, licking it off her fingers, feeding some to Judy, and generally turning it into an erotic experience just like I knew she would. Well she looked up and caught the eye of one of the cowboys, who took that as a "hello," and they all came over to us. One of the cowboys asked for some cotton candy, as she took the last big goob and pushed it in my mouth, innocently announcing she had no more, as I choked on the stuff. Well, of course, they offer to get her more. She said, "No, thank you, but I'd like a coke with straw. "This one young man went running off to get her a coke, and soon was back with three of them, all with straws. Niki was really loving this ! She started to play with them, and sucked the straw, licked the straw, drew the straw across her cheek, and generally turned coke-drinking into another erotic experience ! She even asked them what big animal did they ride? ! She finisheed that one and then a couple more cowboys were nearby with more cokes and cotton candy. After about 3 large cokes, she said she had to go to the restroom, and we had drawn a rather large crowd of about 18 to 20 cowboys, so they parted to let her go. I let her get about halfway down the steps when I shouted and told her to stop. She did, and turned, and all of us get a look with one leg up and one down. I told her to wait, we were coming, too. We left, telling the guys we would be right back. By this time, she was waiting where I had her first stop when we got there, and she looked down and realized there were alot of cowboys down there, and that is why I dropped my cup of ice. She just shook her head as we caught up with her, and went to the ladies room. We got into the restroom laughing about so many cowboys so little time. I decided we better leave now because there seemed to be too many cowboys interested in Niki, and it was easier to go now than later. I sent Judy out first to check the way, and we left, running to the van, laughing about the night, the cowboys, and the cotton candy. I got Niki in the front seat, cuffed her, and put the seat belt on like before, and we left the parking lot. We got to the highway, and Judy unbuttons Niki's vest, as I opened the windows, and we took off again down the highway. It's dark now, so the effect is not as great, but it is still embarrasing for Niki. I got her home and dropped her off, as Judy told her to make sure and wash her bottom, because the dust had probably turned to mud from the wettnes she left in the chair. Last I saw of her wass her back, as she was trying to open the door, and keep her vest closed with her cuffed hands. Rosie Date:96-08-04 12:43:57 EDT From:nikigirl To:LineMstr Master Another incredible night for the three of us. . . . Rosie and Judy arrived early to get me, and so, of course, i was not ready. It was getting to be time to go, so i put on my short blue denim skirt, denim vest with no blouse, blue cowboy boots, tied my hair in a pony tail and secured it with a blue bow, and put on my black cowboy hat with the silver sconces. . . . and, of course, NO UNDERWEAR ! i was quite the little cowgirl now ! i told Rosie you had ordered that i was to leave my vest unbuttoned, and my hands were to be cuffed in front until we got to the rodeo. Judy thought it was a delightful idea ! Rosie unbottoned my vest, cuffed me, and we headed for the van. Judy got in back and Rosie and i got in the front. Then i was wishing i had not put my hair in a pony tail, as i tried to pull it over my semi- expsoed front. Rosie was prepared this time. She put my seat belt on, making sure the lap belt went across the chain between the cuffs, effectively pinning my hands down. She then arranged the vest so it was covering me, but still unbuttoned. She asked if i wanted to take the nipple rings out, and i said no. Off we went to the rodeo. The rodeo was located in a city adjacent to ours, but about a 30 minute drive away, and Rosie tried to make sure i had to endure every minute of it. She turned off the air conditioning and opened the windows, and on the highway, this was not uncomfortable temperature-wise, but she knew the night breezewould show all i had on top. Again, she drove like a manic, hoping my vest would fly open ! Every time it did, i could not reach it to close it, so Judy came to my aid and closed it for me. . . eventually. . . thank you Judy. Rosie, of course, took this as a continual challenge to see if she could catch the wind, and so the drive went. My vest would open. Judy, after a few embarassing moments, would close it. Rosie would swerve and it would open, and it would start all over again. i thought we would never get there. . . When we got there Rosie unlocked the cuffs and let my button my vest before we got to the parking lot attendent. She parked the van and Judy got out first. She attracted a fair amount of attention in her black tight jeans her black and white shirt, a red scarf and red cowboy hat. Rosie was in jeans, a dark blue shirt, and a straw cowboy hat. They both looked real cute, so the three of us went arm in arm to the ticket booth, not even looking at anyone. i know we made quite a trio. They moved me right along so my skirt would be kicked up, but finally we got to the ticket booth. We got our tickets and started into the arena, when Rosie bought a cup of ice and me some cotton candy, you know, that pink glob on a cardboard tube. She told me i was to eat it with my fingers--not take bites out of it--and to slowly suck my fingers clean at intervals. i looked at her like she had lost her mind. . . but i knew better than to question or protest. Now following Rosie's directions, i walked up the stairs to the first landing and waited. i watched Rosie drop some ice down the landing grate, but i just stood there and ate cotton candy. i couldn't really see, so Rosie smiled and we moved up to a high seat. Since it wasn't a premier night, there was a fair amount of empty seats. Judy sat next to me on one side and Rosie on the other, making sure i did not sit on my skirt. The bare metal seat on my bottom took a few seconds to get used to as i tried to settle down in my seat. Now, Judy and Rosie both sat with their legs up and open on the bench in front of us. . . . they were wearing jeans so it didn't matter. Rosie gave me her stern look, so i put my legs up, but kept my legs closed, and my skirt barely covering my pussy. Then i continued eating the cotton candy with my fingers. . . . Judy asked for some, so i handed it to her on my fingers, which she ate off (i thought she would take it off my fingers). . . . now i got it ! i started eating the cotton candy as a sensuous experience, and not just for me, but all of us. i fed Judy, then ate some, then fed Rosie. . . slowly cleaning my fingers with my tongue, or sucking them clean like a . . . . . . popsicle. . . yeah, that's it ! Soon, i noticed we had a couple of cowboys sitting near us, and when i noticed them, they took it as an invitation to come over and ask if we had any more cotton candy. i said sadly not as i stuffed the last of it in Rosie's mouth. One of them said he would be glad to get us some more and i said no, but a coke would be nice. . . with a straw. . . . He ran down and got three cokes with straws. i made the best of that straw. . . i sucked it, i tongued it, i rubbed in on my cheek, i licked the end of it, i played with it just like it was. . . . . a popsicle. . . ! Anyway, more cowboys started to come by and get us more cokes and cotton candy until i really had to go to the restroom. Now, going up the steps was not bad, but going down presented a higher probability that my legs would open enough for anyone to see up my skirt. i just started down the stairs when Rosie called my name, causing me to stop and look back with one leg on one step and one on another. She did that on purpose ! She said to wait. She and Judy would go, too. I went down to the first landing to wait. i look down to discover that this was above one of the alleys the cowboys and clowns used to get from on side of the arena to another, and almost fainted as i realized that there were three cowboys below me talking. Now i know they normally would not stop there, so i could only assume why they were right below me, and why Rosie threw the ice down the grate when we first arrived. i could have died ! Rosie and Judy finally arrived, and we went on to the restroom. We got in there and just started to laugh. . . so many cowboys, so little time ! i had not seen any of the rodeo, eating cotton candy and drinking cokes to wash it down. . . . but Rosie thought we had been there long enough, because we had drawn quite a crowd, and she did not want any problems. So we left from the restroom and went to the van. We got in, and Rosie put the cuffs and seatbelt on as before, and we left the parking lot. We got on the highway and Rosie opened the windows as Judy unbottoned my vest. It was a similar ride home as we laughed, closed the vest, breeze, the vest opened, closed the vest, laughed. . . . . on and on until we got home. i was glad it was dark, though. All in all a fun night. . . . lots of cotton candy, lots of coke, and lots of cowboys wondering when we were coming out of the rest room. Judy reminded me to take a good shower because she was sure the dust had turned to mud. . . evidently i left a large wet spot on the stadium seat ! Rosie took me home, released the seatbelt, and let me out to open my door and keep my vest closed, while cuffed. i was thinking, "A typical night at the rodeo ! " your obedient slave Niki --------------------------------------------------------------------------- A slave's public exhibition at the mall LineMstr I have an online slave named niki who is really into public exhibition, although she has never been gutsy enough to do anything really daring before. She is temporarily away from her home on a job assignment, and that is where we met online. She has had submissive relationships in real life, but has none now. She is in her early 30s,slender and athletic, about 5'8" and 125 lbs. 34-30-32measurements. Her hair is long and brown. She confessed that her pussy is shaved bald, and she wearssmall rings in each nipple. She is very intelligent, and has a very responsible job in a highly technical field. She had very few clothes with her, and even fewer ones of a revealingnature. However, she did bring one short-short red dress. It was sleeveless, cut low in front to reveal an ample amount of cleavage, and barely covered her ass. She had matching red 5" heels. I gave her instructions as follows:She was to dress in her red dress and matching heels, no underwear or hose. She was to drive into the city and go to a mall. She was to go to a department store and have a man wait on her as she pretended to be looking for something. Then she was to go to a shoe store and find a man to wait on her while she tried on several pairs of shoes. When I found out that she was planning to go around lunch time, I added the task of going to lunch in a place where she would be noticed and would have the opportunity to exhibit herself. During her mall trip, she was to ride the escalators, and make sure she was observed. At no time, in the department store, the shoe store, at lunch, or on the escalators, was she allowed to completely close her legs or cross them. Moreover, at all times while in the car, she was to keep her skirt hiked up over her waist, and was to wear a clothespin either on one labia of her pussy, or directly on her clit--I left that choice to her. When she arrived at the mall, she was to remove the clothespin, lower her skirt, and get out. At no time while walking through the parking lot was she allowed to put her skirt down if it were whipped by the wind. She was to let it fly where it might, with two exceptions. If it got stuck, she could lower it, and if any small children were in a position to see her, she could keep it down. Then she revealed another problem. She was having to share her room with a female business associate, but felt she could get around that. She told me that her associate had a full-time female lover, but she didn't think she was into the bondage and domination scene. The next thing I know, I have an email from niki that she had revealed all (literally) to her associate, who was fascinated by niki's shaved pussy and nipple rings. She found the idea of niki parading around a mall exposing her pussy and Nipple rings to masses of people so exciting that she volunteeredto go along to make sure niki fulfilled ALL the tasks as ordered, and to be a safety valve if she was needed. After that revelation, Rosie and I corresponded, and some additional instructions for niki were given to Rosie. These then, are the accounts of what happened that day. First, Rosie's account, then niki's own account of the activities. Subj:niki's adventure Date:96-07-04 18:34:30 EDT From:RosiRose To:LineMstr LineMstr I don't know exactly what you are telling her but my friend actually is one sexy gal. After I wrote you this morning I told her it was time to get ready, no more thinking about business problems. It was a holiday, and we had places to go. With a sigh she got up and went to shower. She had been very quiet today, moreso than usual, so I thought I would lighten it up and get her in the right mood. I got out her clothes, no bra, no panties, only her thin, red, short-short dress, shoes and the clothespin. When she came out of the shower she looked like I imagine the day she was born, smooth and very soft and not a hint of hair below her eyebrows. Her hair was so pretty down. I asked her to leave it that way, only to tie it with a ribbon if she needed to. She got into the dress and shoes and turned to look at herself in the mirror. I have to say she look incredible ! The red color of the dress complemented her hair color and really fit her to show off her shape. The shoes made her that much taller and really tapered her legs. I arranged her hair so it came down over her nipples which were so hard I could see the rings easily. I could not believe this was my associate, my quiet, serious friend. I thought if only the office could see her now. I helped with her make up and then she started to panic a bit about getting out of the room. I gave her my raincoat that covered her dress, and out the door we went. She had almost forgotten the clothes pin, so I clipped it to her lapel. Once in the car, she did as you instructed and pulled her skirt up high over hips, completely exposing her pussy, and put the pin on her labia. I asked her to change it, that it would please you for her to put it on Her clit. She really didn't think she could drive that way but I told her to give it a shot. Well she did, and as I watched, it started to pulsate up and down. She must have been more bothered or aroused than she let on. She can be so hard to read at times. Anyway I started to giggle, I have never even thought of doing something like this, so watching her was marvelous ! Well, she started to laugh until she had to stop the car. I told her we wouldnever get done at this rate and for her to think about gutting fish (what my Dad would tell my brother) and get going. She visibly relaxed and started again. We had only gotten onto the freeway when this trucker she passed started going nuts, honking, flashing his lights, and waving. I asked her what she did and she just looked at her lap and smiled. The whole trip was that way until she passed a minivan. The look the woman gave her should have killed her but then the women turned to her husband and just started yelling at him. I did not know Niki could elicit such emotion ! We arrived at the mall and she dropped me off at Sears, and went to park The car. I told her I would be near by, but would not interfer unless she did not complete her tasks. I went in the store and waited for her to come in. She came in the door bold as brass, and stopped this guy to ask for directions. Then she went on about her business. As I watched, every male head in the place swiveled around to look at her ass as she passed. Some looked in spite of the disapproving looks of the women that were with them. I have never seen her so stunning and so oblivious to the commotion she was causing. She got to the phone/computer supply (surprise, surprise) counter and started in on the sales guy. I really could not hear her but she was so cute, seemingly trying to understand how it worked, knowing she could explain the electron exchange to Einstein. She really looked like she was having fun and the guy's face was as red as her dress. She made the purchase and moved on to the shoes. She did not do very well with this. I think she got too embarrassed. She rushed it and left the store. I stopped her and made sure she was ok. She did not use the safeword, and said she was ok. So I told her she had to do it again, but at another store. I think she as hoping I would tell her that she did not need to do it again, but you told me to make sure she did every task, so I did not let her get away with it. She then got a coke and sat on a bench in the mall in full view. You could not miss a thing on her. Her long shapely legs were extended well out in front of her demurely crossed at the ankle, her arms extended along the top of the bench putting her breasts to attention for all to see. The dress clung to her ass and breasts so every bit of their form was accented. I have to give her credit for sitting there as long as she did. Now, she did not draw crowds, but NO ONE passed her without a double take. She then got up and went to try on shoes again. This time she did a much better job. The sales clerk must have gotten every pair in her size for her. Finally, she made a selection, and the sales clerk started making a pass. I know she was uncomfortable, so I intervened, and we left the mall. I do have to say I intervened in a manner not uncommon for a dyke to her girl, but it did stop the situation so we could go. We got outside and laughed and laughed. We got in the car and I handed her the clothespin. She started to protest. No safeword though, so she put the pin on her labia this time. Now, neither you nor Niki told me we had another stop, the adult sex toy store. We pull up to this place and she told me you instructed her to get two padlocks, some chain, a collar, handcuffs and a butt pug. Now I have never shopped for such, or been in a store that sold those things. I was a little embarrassed now. She looked at me telling me we have to do this, and I need to come with her. So I go. I tried not to look around, and she knew exactly what she needed. The sales clerk asked me if I were going to use this on her, and did she need to try any of it out. Well, I am evil in my own way, so I say, "Yes, the handcuffs. She needs to try on the handcuffs. " He had her turn around and he locked the cuffs on her wrists behind her back, because I really think he wanted to see her breasts better. I asked her how they felt, and she said, "Fine. " So I paid for them for her, since I had no intention of letting her out of this yet. The clerk put it all in a bag, I place the bag in her cuffed hands, and I took her arm and lead her out. I know she was mortified--as mortified as I was entering the store ! We got to the car and I unlocked her, saying, "Gotcha ! " We both started to laugh again. The drive back to our room was as noisy as the ride to the mall, all the time with her skirt up, pussy completely exposed, and the clothes pin on her labia. I have to say she was different than I have ever seen her ! Other than the reluctance with the first shoe-buying experience, she did exactly as you instructed her with little protest and no use of her safeword. Now I don't know what that means for her within your D/S relationship but I was amazed with her performance and her desire to complete every task you gave her. She is taking a nap so I will send this now and let her sleep so she can be rested to write you about her experience herself. Rosie Subj:a day at the Mall Date:96-07-04 20:42:05 EDT From:nikigirl To:LineMstr Master When we first got back from the mall i had to lie down for a minute but i Did it as you instructed. . . . . i paraded myself up and down the mall did some shopping in Sears and generally stopped traffic there for about 30-45 minutes, or at least felt i did, as everyone stopped and stared. Rosie told me about 10 am that it was about time to get ready for our mall trip. Evidently you and she had communicated again this morning because she was very insistent i not putz around any more. i showered, shaved and, paying particular attention to my sex, made sure my pussy was smooth and very bald. When i came out of the shower, Rosie had laid out the outfit of the day. . . . my red mini dress, matching red heels, and a clothes pin--nothing else. She suggested i wear my hair down today and not braid it, all to appear more sexy. i assumed you had given her some instructions, so i acquiesced and let it dry naturally around my shoulders. i next slithered into the dress, not remembering it being so snug. i slipped on the shoes, looked in the mirror, and almost fell over ! The dress was almost a second skin and very short, revealing my very feminine shape, and my long legs were accented by the shoes. i had to admit i looked pretty good even as my nipples pressed against the bodice just slightly, revealing the nipple rings, if one were to look. Behind me, Rosie started to giggle and whisper how delicious this trip was going to be. i started to apply my makeup but my hands were shaking, so Rosie did it for me. i was surprised she had a shade of red lipstick that just matched the dress. So now everything was in readiness for the trip. Now real panic set in. . . how to get out of the B&B without arousing too many. . . . questions. Rosie was prepared and gave me her raincoat which covered the dress so no one would see. We left, but not before Rosie clipped the clothespin to the lapel, and, with a wry smile, told me now we NOW had everything. We got to the car without seeing anyone I knew. i took off the coat and threw in the back, sat in the car seat, hiked up my skirt so my my pussy was exposed, and i put the clothespin on my labia. Rosie then asked me if i could get it on my clit instead. i told her i was somewhat surprised my clit was not hanging out because i was getting wet and aroused by this adventure. She laughed and told me to give it a try. After all, wasn't that what this was all about? ! i moved it to my clit and the pin started to involuntarily move up and down as i started the car and drove down the road. i could not concentrate on what i was doing, and the pin was really moving down there. . . . i thought i would cum right there, when i started to giggle. i don't think we had gone 15 ft when i slowed down and we both just dissolved in laughter. That relieved a lot of the stress of the last few days and now we started out in earnest. i told her i would try and keep it there but i wasn't sure i could, she just smiled at me. We got on the interstate and headed into the city. i was keeping close to The speed limit (a first for me) when i started to pass an 18-wheeler. You Know how as you pass someone you turn and look at the person driving?Well, i turned to look up and he almost dropped the cigarette out of his mouth. As i passed he signaled with his lights and horn and tried everything he Could short of dumping his load to catch up to us. i am also sure he told all His buddies via the CB what was in the blue taurus. . . . because every trucker Was flashing lights and honking. i have never felt so---powerful, i quess is The word ! All the truckers were going wild imagining what kind of gal i was. Rosie was amazed. Anyway the trip went on that way--truckers going wild, guys looking at what was going on. . . until i passed a family in a mini van. The mom gave me a look that drilled me into the seat, but the best part is she gave her old man a worse look as he swevered to get another look at me. i thought Rosie was going to lose it, she was laughing so hard. (An aside here. i am glad you had me not sit on my skirt. . . i was so wet). We finally reached the mall and i could take that accursed clothespin off My clit ! i dropped Rosie off and went off to park the car. i took off the clothespin and closed my legs as the blood rushed back into the area just to ease the pain a bit, pulled my skirt down and got out of the car. Rosie and i had decided to go to Sears in the mall to actually purchase telephone equipment to splice the jack. So i proceeded there. i could not see Rosie anywhere as i sashayed into Sears and asked the first man I saw for directions to the phone counter. i had also thought more men would be working in that area, so i would accomplish two objectives at once. i found it, and asked the salesman for some assistance in helping me. i have to tell you that i was really enjoying this ! The guy was stocking some shelves when i got there, and he did not know where to look when i asked him for help. He had on one of those trainee red ribbions, and when i was done with him, He had graduated ! i had him explain how to use the splice, how to put it in the teeny weeny little hole. . . . i had him going. . . it was great ! Now, this was easy so far, because i had not risked anything. . . but trying on shoes was next on the agenda, and that would be different. i headed for women's shoes, all the time looking for Rosie, hoping to see her. i picked out a pair of 4 " black pumps to try on. The sales guy was more than eager to help me find my size and fit the shoes. i sat in a chair facing the register (maximum exposure to the sales force) and waited for the guy to bring the shoes. Because i did not have stockings on, i had to put on one of those little brown peds. i leaned forward to remove the shoe and put on the ped. When i did this, of course my legs opened up, and he got full view of all Of me ! i thought every man in there was going to explode ! The guy in front Of me just about dropped over and he could hardly hand me the shoe. well, i was almost as embarrassed as he was, so i quickly tried on the shoe and took it off and told him i had to go. He just sat there saying, "Ok, ok, ok. " i got up and left, only to run into Rosie, who was perplexed about how abruptly i stopped trying on the shoes. She told me i had to go out into the Mall and find another store, and i had to do a better job trying on shoes. i protested a little, saying maybe we should go now. She laughed and told me i had a lot to do yet before we could go. She asked if i was really alright and i said yes. So she said, "Back to the trenches ! "You wanted me to have lunch, but i really was not hungry, so i thought a coke would be good. As i walked over to the first place i could get a coke, i noticed that i had attracted a fair amount of attention. Heads would turn as i walked by, eyes glanced up and down my body, and men smiled as i passed. i have never done anything like this before, and in fact, i spend time trying not to be noticed. But now i really felt sexy and was willing to try on shoes again, but in not Sears ! i have to say the looks i got from women were some of encouragement and some of disapproval. Oh well, i couldn't please everyone ! i did not see any stools, so i sat on a bench and drank my coke with my legs extended out in front of me, and my arms spread widely over the top of the bench so my tits were on full display. . . nipple rings and all ! i don't think there was a male there that did not get a good look. . . at least i felt that way ! i finished the coke and went to look for a sports store, thinking there were mostly male sales people in that kind of store, and i could try on shoes which i might actually buy. i took the escalator up to the second level as you instructed me with my legs open, one leg on the higher step the other behind me and near the edge so anyone could clearly see i was not wearing any panties. i flipped my hair back as an attention getting move so no one would miss me. i looked around and did not see a store I wanted, so i took the escalator back down standing on the edge of the step for all to see. Finally, i found one that sold women's althetic shoes. i stopped one of The sales guys and sweetly asked him to explain the difference between Nike And Reebock shoes for jogging, which was better, and would he help me find a pair. He just stopped and stared at me and then fumbled around. i have to say this was the first time i had the guts to look at anyone's crotch, and he was becoming erect ! i never thought i could effect anyone that way ! Well, i decided to have some fun with him. i asked him to help me find just the right pair, just the right color, just the right fit, not too tight not too loose. i let him show me where to sit as he went to get several pairs for me to try on. He handed me a ped to put on, and i asked him if he could help me by removing my shoe. In order to remove my shoe, he had to sit exactly at eye level with my pussy,and i know he saw it all because he just stared for a second until i caught him staring. i thought his penis would poke a hole out of his pants ! i closed my legs to stop his staring and put on the ped so he could regain his composure. . . and i mine. Every time he handed me a pair, i would let him put on one of the shoes, so he got another look, and then i would close my legs extend my leg, look at my foot and say, "No, not what i had in mind," and would repeat the process. This guy would have let me try on every shoe in the store as long as i would sit there. It was great, until he started asking questions, and began to hit on me. i selected a pair of shoes from the pile and he went to ring them up. i really do not know how he could straighten up. While he was gone i removed the ped, put on my shoe and stood up. He came back, handed me the shoes,said this was his break time, and asked me if i wantedto go get lunch. He would not let go of the shoes, or take no for an answer. Suddenly, Rosie appeared, put her arm around me, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and announced "Ready babe?Let's go ! "i was so relieved i kissed her back and said, "You bet ! " We walked back through the mall, noticing the turning heads, glances, and comments. We went back through Sears, through the parking lot, and into the car. We just sat and laughed and laughed. i have never in all my 32 years EVER generated so much attention ! Rosie handed me the clothespin. i asked her if it was really necessay, And she said you had told her it was. So, i hiked up my skirt and this time, i put it on my labia. Now we had to drive through town to the adult store i found in the phone book and purchase the other items. i had thought you had told Rosie, so i didn't ! She was surprised when we drove up and i parked the car. i told her you had a few items for me to get and she needed to come with me. Now she was embarrassed ! She had never been in such a store. i guess they get more women dressed the way i was, because it did not bother the sales guy at all. Rosie, on the other hand, was uncomfortable, and i thought she would die when the guy asked her if i was purchasing the stuff for her to use on me. He asked her if she need to try out anything on me. She recovered well, and said, "Perhaps the handcuffs. "He removed them from the display and showed her how they would not tighten once locked--real police cuffs--as he cuffed my hands behind me. She then looked right at me and asked me if they felt ok. i said, "Yes, they were quite satisfactory. "She then reached in my purse and took out my money to pay for them and the other things. Now I fully expected her to unlock the cuffs, but she put the bag in my cuffed hands and led me out of the store ! Now there were other people in the store who all stopped and looked at us ! i could have died, and i could have killed her ! We got outside to the car and she removed the cuffs, telling me after that, i am lucky she did not have him insert the butt plug ! Then we both started laughing again. i got in the car, hiked my skirt up, put on the clothespin and off we went tohome. The trip home was again full of stares, flashing lights, and honking ! i could not believe all the stuff that went on to get my attention. . . . i didn't know how i was driving the car at all ! Once back to the house, i put on the rain coat and carried my heels in my hand to get back inside unnoticed. All in all, Rosie and i tallied up about 5000 stares, 25 comments, at least 3 erections, 1 hit on, 1 gotcha to Rosie, and 1 to me, no injuries, no accidents, no bodily harm, new shoes, equipment to splice the phone connection, and the toys you requested. Not bad for an afternoon in the city. Your obedient slave niki ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

A Night In The Theatre by Vitavie A bully director and nude actress - Helplessly waiting. The young actress frantically tries the theatre doors, dripping with rain, throbbing with stress. After trying a few, she finally finds an open one, bursts inside and is finally able to shut out the raging storm. She is panting, shivering, almost crying. She is far too late. The bad luck she has had on the way here is indescribable. One metro that arrived late and a connection she narrowly missed. Worst of all, when she left the underworld, the beautiful summer's day had turned into a furious thunderstorm. And, you know what, she failed to bring an umbrella! It was summer, wasn't it? The white summer dress she selected with care is soaked and sticks to her body. She is wearing nothing else, apart from a simple white culotte and red pumps, to which she chose a lipstick that matched. Well, she will confess - it was summer and she wanted to look seductive and impress the director... So, she wears no bra. Her breasts are young and firm after all. But look at her now... a tramp! She sighs deeply. She spots herself in one of the large mirrors in the hall and is shocked. The wet dress is diaphanous and she looks practically naked. She clearly sees her belly button and areolas. Her nipples are cold, wet and hard. Her carefully applied make-up has also run out. She sees a vulgar second-rate slut. But even if she had brought another dress, or a pair of trousers and a blouse, or a hairdryer to dry her hair, or her arsenal of make-up, she still wouldn't have felt she had the time to change and smarten herself up. For her being late does not cover it - she should have been here half an hour ago and audition for a role she would love to play - no, that she must have! Because she admires the director, Sylvain Copain-Auzières, deeply. Yes, but what's worse, she really needs the work. True that she would like to work with the director Copain-Auzières. But it is also true that she harbours an anxiety -- in plain words, she is afraid of him, for he has a reputation for being ruthless. Is he still around at all? The door was still open, thank God. What should she do? Leaving is not an option, but she can't change clothes and fix her make-up. What can she do but pull herself together, walk into the hall with her head held high and hope that he is still here? She is young, twenty-five, but has already built up a good CV of roles. Since she caused a furore in 'Virginia Woolf', while in fact still at drama school, she played mainly relationship dramas, to critical acclaim. Played - because her last role, Nora in Ibsen's Doll House, dates back to eighteen months ago. She had not finished the series of Ibsen performances by a week when her boyfriend ended their relationship. She had not seen this coming at all. He was an actor himself, good at pretending, and had taken up with a friend of hers, who had played the part of Christine in the Doll's House performance -- had been a close colleague! Her self-confidence had been shaken, so much so that she had been off the rails for a year, could not act anymore. She could not act and pretend she was not shocked. It was only in the last month or so that she had re-immersed herself in the audition circus. Cautiously, too cautiously probably, because she didn't make a big impression and the competition is huge. So, it's now or never. She has to succeed here! The piece is new and written by Copain himself. "Attendant sans Défense" (or "Helplessly waiting"). She has not seen the whole script. Anything but. Only a motto was made available. '"You are not prepared to be mine. Not fully and unconditionally." He looks at me for a few moments as I stand there, waiting. He then quietly closes the front door and is gone.' Copain-Auzières, 2021 She has been chewing on this. There is a 'he', who apparently thinks that the 'I' does not put enough into the relationship they have together. And then 'he' walks off and closes the proverbial door. 'I' behaves passively, and just waits. 'He' seems possessive, someone who doesn't tolerate contradiction. Not that we see 'I' give any contradiction. 'He' is controlled. 'He' does not slam the door. 'I' is in control too, as she shows no signs of despair. She is just 'waiting.' Unusual. The young actress doesn't know what the history and context is of course. But if these three sentences serve as a motto, then that history shouldn't put the message in a completely different light, should it? So, the play is about an unequal relationship in which both partners restrain themselves. Of course, she does not know whether the 'I' isn't about to break out in tears. She feels that is very likely. Especially as the actress who wants to play the 'I' character is currently feeling so close to tears herself. But she pulls herself together... ... and she pushes open the theatre door. Without delay, a voice shouts at her, 'So! You are late!' The theatre is pitch-dark, the stage sparsely lit by a spotlight or two. From the shadows, a dark figure steps centre stage. She recognises Copain. He is wearing a sharp black suit, with a ditto shirt and tie. He beckons impatiently. 'Come on! Come here!' The actress walks up the aisle. 'God, and you look awful too! How dare you present yourself this late and looking like a vagabond!' Copain-Auzières is at the stage front. The actress is dumbfounded. 'Now then, say "Apologies, Monsieur Copain".' What is this? She does not even think about it. Her confusion is immediately over and replaced by anger. 'What are you standing there for? Repeat after me, "Apologies, Monsieur Copain".' She walks towards the stage, halts right near it, directly under him and looks up, a nervous smile on her lips. He does not return her smile. 'I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Copain, and that I'm rained out. I did my best to be on time. And that rain - who would have expected it?' Copain comes to the very edge of the stage. He towers over her, bends forward, puts his hands to his sides and says, 'Hello!!!... I said, 'Repeat after me, "Apologies, Monsieur Copain".' She looks up at him, outraged again, eyes on fire. 'I will not repeat after you. I have already apologised. I like to speak in my own words.' Two seconds of silence... He then roars with laughter. 'An actress, and she'd like to speak in her own words.' She blushes, whether from shame or anger. He looks down at her, silently, and then says icily slowly and softly, 'Listen. It's like this. I'm the director, in charge of what happens, and the writer of the play, in charge of the words. You are the actress who says my words. So, without delay, "Apologies, monsieur Copain"!' She furiously clenches her fists, unable to deflect this humiliation. But she realises that he has left her with no choice. He is clever. She opens her fists with a jolt and then relaxes. She hates herself when she mutters, like an angry child, "Apologies, monsieur Copain." She knows immediately that he will not accept it this way. And indeed, her humiliation has not yet ended. 'You are boring me... Now clearly, shout it, as if you were an angry actress, "Apologies, monsieur Copain".' She is an angry actress and shouts, 'Apologies, monsieur Copain!' He laughs out loud. 'Good on you, child. Now I know you have a voice! Climb up on stage, and we'll begin.' She climbs the stairs at stage left and walks to the centre. She has not yet reached there when he walks off to the right, descends and positions himself at her feet. Now what? 'Juliette, right? She nods. 'Juliette, so, do you actually know what this play is about? Admittedly, I haven't given you much...' She declares, '"You are not prepared to be mine. Not fully and unconditionally." I suspect the play is about a relationship between two people, an unequal relationship, a power relationship.' 'Very good. It's about a sadomasochistic relationship, as it used to be called -- I like this classical term. Between a dominant and a submissive and, classically, this would be a master and a submissive woman. 50 Shades of Jazz, you know. You are here for the role of the latter. 'It's true, someone should write a book or play about a mistress and a submissive man. Well, there is Venus im Pelz maybe -- where the master becomes the submissive and the submissive the mistress, so that is interesting - but more recently, and a popular story? I am thinking about it, I really am, to write about a mistress and a submissive male. However, my play "Attendant sans Défense (Helplessly waiting)" is in the classical tradition, of master and submissive woman. That's the perspective, my frame of reference.' He adds, mumbling, 'regardless of our own reference frame, yours and mine.' She can only guess what he means. She thinks she knows her own reference. He continues, 'Do you know what I'm talking about? Do you know anything about S&M? Are you experienced? 'No! What do you think? That every woman is a slave?' 'This is not about me, although I wrote the piece. Nor about you, although you hope to act it. I asked you the question if you know anything about S&M and have experience with it. You don't have to lie.' 'Yes, I know what S&M is and that there are masters, mistresses, so-called slaves, male and female. And I've tied up a lover before and been there myself.' 'Very well, that helps. And Juliette, you're an actress, I know you're good, have had success, but have been out of it for a while. I can only guess why.' She looks cross. 'Well, it may have been due to illness!' 'You are betraying yourself. So, you weren't ill. You were having relationship trouble.' 'As if you know. It's none of your business!' 'Ok, fine, it's none of my business. I just guessed and guess that I am right. What I wanted to say is, you're a good actress and can therefore empathise with the role of a submissive woman, whether you have experience with submission or not, but especially if you were out for so long because of relationship issues.' 'Indeed, I can!' 'But a bit of experience always helps. Never mind. As you say, it is not really my business. I was just making conversation. Whatever. Pardon me. 'Well, the play is about a classical case, a classic submissive woman, like Justine or O. Or cute little Anastasia, if you like. The play doesn't name the slave, that is, in my play the heroine has the first name of the actress, so Juliette in your case. Just so you know.' 'Fine. I don't mind.' 'You should care. You should feel honoured. Very honoured...! Whore!' 'What? Beware, monsieur Copain! I am the actress, not the role.' 'And this is an audition. You play and I play with you. The actress is the role. Understand?' Juliette frowns. 'OK, but I'm both. Please bear that in mind. I accept that you are playing.' 'It's good that you accept. I have made my point. Now, something else. You should know that you will be naked in the play. Like a classical slave, available at all times and not owning her own body. Is that okay?' The actress lets out a deep sigh and shrugs her shoulders. 'Well... What can I say? You are overwhelming me. I'd rather not be, that is, not if I don't have to. But if it's the role... In King Lear by your colleague Andersen, I played the role of Cordelia and was naked for the entire play. I had to get used to it, but at some point, it felt right. It fitted in with our conception of the play.' 'I know. I saw you in that play. And talked to Andersen about you. Whether that was really functional nudity...? Andersen laughed and confessed he just had you naked because he could. But anyway, I saw you, the nudity was appropriate, you were good and that's why I invited you to audition and, indeed, I waited for you for half an hour. Glad that you're here, Juliette.' Juliette smiles. Oh, what does that smile express? Shyness, readiness for the challenge? Could it be a heart-warming combination of both? Oh, women... You never know now, do you? 'At your service, monsieur Copain. You name it.' 'That's what I wanted to hear! Now, get undressed! I didn't heat up this great hall for nothing.' 'Gee... In Lear I was never alone with the director. I don't know if I can tolerate this, you hear? Are you sure you're not abusing your position of power now?' 'Well, whore, would you like a confidant there? Legal Proof of Good Behaviour about me? We are playing, Juliette. It is not Sylvain Copain-Auzières, the person, who commands you, but the director of the play. Strictly business. And play. 'So, I repeat, disrobe.' For two or three seconds we see the actress standing still, frozen. Then she sighs and bends down to take off her pumps. With the shoes in her hands, she stands up again and says, 'Can I trust you, Monsieur Copain?' Copain laughs out loud, in a theatrical manner. His face looks like thunder. He is playing, of course. 'Do you take me seriously, Juliette? Who do you think I am? Not a case of #Metoo here. Which I fully support, by the way. I am a respected director. No Weinstein! Or even an Andersen. What about you? Compared to me, you're nothing! You do need this role, harder than I need you to play it. Sorry, I am transgressing... I take all of that back. 'Regardless, be an actress!' They stand there for a minute, eyeing each other, like the toreador eyes the bull and vice versa. (Who is which?) Then, Copain sighs and calls out, 'Damn it, get undressed, girl. I want to see you. And I want to see you do it. Now!' The actress ponders that he might be right. Copain can hardly be called a friendly director. He is known as extreme, she has heard the stories, but as far as she knows he makes no distinction between men and women. And he makes extremely good plays. Yet she still hesitates to expose herself to him, here, alone together in this great theatre. 'Can you turn round, please?' 'Yes, I can. And I can dismiss you too.' He stands below her, looks up at her. He is relaxed, hands on his hips, but clearly in charge. 'What kind of actress are you? One who doesn't want to be seen? Well, Juliette, you'd be the first. Think about it again, but do not think too long. I would suggest, don't be yourself now, play your role, that of Juliette, a slave. The actress Juliette stays dressed in the role of the slave Juliette. Think of it this way, if that makes it easier for you.' He continues to look at her, in the same posture, but now with a kind and inviting smile. But after a few moments that smile suddenly changes back to a wry grin. He hisses, 'Do it, whore!' We see the actress turn her gaze inward. She seems to be transferring into her role. She straightens her back and stands proudly on the stage. She is present now. A good actress after all. Juliette puts her red pumps to one side, slowly and carefully. Her movements are assured, loose and fluid. She stares into the distance, over the imaginary heads in the hall. With her fingers, she combs her hair back. (Oh, what beauty!) Then her hands go to her back. We hear her open the zip of her wet white dress. The dress does not drop down; the fabric still clings to her body. She has to tear it off her body, as if it were made of rubber. Her naked chest is visible first, but she is not coy; she works hard to separate the dress from her torso. Finally, she shakes the dress off her hips and steps out. Between her full nudity and the spectator (the director, and us...) there are now only her white underpants, a simple, tasteful white pair. The garment is wet too and follows the outline of her labia majora. Left and right she grabs the elastic, pushes it down her hips, steps out of the panties - and there, behold... she is naked. Copain quickly assumes the role of a stagehand, swiftly picks up the shoes, the wet underpants and the dress. Leaves them to dry on a chair. Well, let's pause a moment... The actress is beautiful indeed. No question. Her features are delicate. Her dark hair may be uncombed, but that suits her naturally free charisma, which after her hesitant start is gradually coming to the surface. Her young breasts are at their peak, B or C, we're not sure, pouting, delicate pink areolas. Her dark pubic hair is neatly shaven in her groin and around her labia. So, these intimate lips are easy to see. On the triangle of her mound of Venus, the hair is quite long. Fingers could easily grab it, pull it... Copain has been watching her all this time, shamelessly, eating her up with his eyes, as it were. Is he playing a role? That of a director, that of a master? Or does he play - is he - himself? 'Thank you, Juliette. I enjoyed you. But I behaved, didn't I?' Juliette - as herself? - now nods, shyly again. She is not sure. 'Now we are where we need to be. We got there in the end and we can get to the play. 'You will be naked all the time, as I said. I'm still debating whether to add a scene in which you become a slave, in which you accept your master's command to humiliate yourself and undress in front of him. That would be a nice, quiet core scene. But I don't know if I want to give the audience the pleasure of a striptease. Too theatrical, funnily enough. I want rawness, absolutely no titillation. 'One issue I'm still thinking about is that of your pubic hair. I didn't know if you wore any, shall we say. Many women your age shave it. Most, perhaps. For a long time, I would have said, get rid of it, I like the naked sex. But personally, I have changed my mind. Provided it's well kept. Yours is well kept and isn't -- could be trimmed a bit. But, pubic hair... no more little-girl stuff, and I like the tickle and also the smell during cunnilingus. If well cared for. One thing makes me hesitate. In the play you play a slave. I think they are usually shaved. What do you think?' Juliette smiles shyly. 'My pubic hair has never been considered so closely. Well, all right. Let's get past the embarrassment. Some of my past boyfriends wanted a nude sex, others a natural look. So, at times I shaved it and at other times let it grow. I never had it lasered or anything, because I wanted to keep the option. And that's good, because right now, like you, I'm on the side of the natural look. When I see girlfriends in the shower, I think the majority are bald, or just have a landing strip. But I think pubic hair is making a comeback. A slave girl, well, she has to be kept under... So, I guess, bald? I don't know. It's up to you. As for me personally, since I broke up with my latest boyfriend, I let it go. For the audition, I just made it neat.' 'Good on you... As if you knew you'd naked. I like women who expect the unexpected.' 'Expect the unexpected, you have to, don't you, in this line of business? Truth be told, I didn't anticipate on showing it at all. I did it just for myself. A woman does that, just like we wear nice underwear on occasion, even if we don't anticipate it being seen.' Copain listens with interest. 'Thank you, Juliette, for your frank explanation. I am fine with your hair as it is, though we'll decide before the opening. 'As to my appreciation of pubic hair, I have discussed the choices with actresses and also with my wives. Once, in one of my plays, a horror drama, I had a role whom the script called upon to remove every hair on her body. That's how the writer wanted it. But even I thought it was going too far, let alone the actress. A beautiful woman of around thirty was cast in the role, with the most beautiful wavy brown hair you can imagine, beautiful eyebrows, dense pubic hair, the lot. For the writer, it was certainly a fetish, but still he managed to convince the actress that it was necessary for the play. And as compensation he would do it himself, he promised, in her presence. Just imagine: he had an excessive afro and large beard and was said to be quite hairy everywhere. She bucked and they did it together, in each other's presence, with each other's help, with me there as witness. It was extremely exciting to see the man and the woman undress and strip each other of every hair. Can you imagine! Every single hair!! When done, they had both become unrecognisable. Super-naked and void. Theatre. They should have had a bigger audience doing this than just me. I should have written a piece about it, this extreme hair removal. Maybe I will still do. A piece of two, three hours, exactly as long as it actually took. The difficulty is, if I were to have people really shave each other's heads during every performance, and how could it be otherwise, I would need a whole battery of actors... Maybe I can manage with young actors, straight from drama school, who want to work with me at any price. Food for thought. Are you interested? But never mind, I'm wandering off terribly. Their play was not a success, by the way. It had a run of five only. Much ado for nothing. But I enjoyed it.' He pauses for a while, spellbound by his memory, we suggest. Then he regains his composure and calls out, 'Back to our play...!' 'It alternates between the present and the past. The present, in which you are alone after your master has left you and you don't know whether he will ever return. And in which you look back on the past. That past becomes reality in flashback scenes. Do you understand? In that past, in the flashbacks in other words, your master acts, you live and talk with him, you do S&M scenes at his command, often in front of his friends. In the present, alone, you cannot live without him, re-enact scenes from the past by yourself, and finally make a drastic decision. 'Do you understand this? In a hurry, it sounds a bit convoluted.' Juliette sighs and spreads her arms. It seems that for a moment she has forgotten that she is naked and at the mercy of Copain's gaze. She says: 'I believe so. There is a present, in which I am alone, and a past, in which my, um, master and life partner are still there, and sometimes his friends. In the past, we are together or doing, um, scene. In the present, where I've been abandoned by Master and miss him, I'm alone and act out those scenes on my own. And I'm naked all the time, whether it's present or past.' 'Very good. You said it well. Indeed, during the scenes in the present, you are alone on stage. Naked, as I said, that is, during one of the scenes you are wearing a mackintosh, nothing else. During the flashbacks, you are together with the actor who will play the Master. He will be dressed to the nines. For this role, I've chosen an older, famous actor, who also privately... Well, I'm saying too much already... I can't give you his name yet. If you pass the audition, I'll tell you, on the first day of rehearsal. You'll be delighted. Some of the flashback scenes include friends of your master. They have a few lines of text, but they are only glorified extras. 'We will now play a few scenes from the play. I will read the Master's lines. 'Remember, you play the slave. Try to be the slave all the time, in your role, but also when you consult me as an actress about the interpretation, or when I give you directions as a director. That will benefit the play. Method-acting, you know.' Copain has remained down, in front of the stage. Juliette has sat down on the edge of the stage and listened carefully. She seems to have forgotten that she is naked. She had her legs open, carelessly, then she crosses them, thoughtlessly by the looks of it. Copain cries out, 'No! Legs open! That's how a slave behaves! I forgive you, because how could you know? But please make this mistake only once! From now on, I will give you a slap on the ass - that is, if you give me permission to do so. Because it belongs to the role. May I do this, if you sin again?' Her eyes have become as big as saucers. She is utterly astonished. She is asked to give him permission to punish her? Well, she wants the part and doesn't dare refuse. That is now almost secondary, however. It takes her a minute -- then she has brought herself to also buy the principle about Method-acting. She has inched past any natural reservations. She smiles openly. Let's pause for one moment and admire our lovely trooper. Not only she puts up with all this, but she embraces the challenges and smiles! The sun shines within her, warming us all. 'I give you permission, Monsieur Copain. Fully and openly.' 'Great! That's the spirit! But now stand up again. So, I repeat that if you sit, you don't cross your legs, but keep them open. If you stand, make sure you don't hold your hands together in your crotch like a schoolgirl and shield your sex. Or cross your arms underneath your bosom. 'Just don't do it! Is that clear? Do you understand? If you make either mistake you will get a slap on your bottom. I already have your permission...' 'Yes, fine! But not too hard.' 'Quiet! 'You don't speak like that to your master, that is, to the master I am playing. Say "I give you permission, Monsieur Copain, to punish me at your full discretion".' By little jerky movements we can detect that Juliette must first suppress some annoyance, however good an actress she may be and in spite of her commitment of just a moment ago. Oh, she is just about able to stop herself from crossly crossing her arms in front of her chest. Copain-Auzières detects this. 'Very good, Juliette! You do well! Just like real life!' Is there a hint of sarcasm in Copain's voice? Or is he really being mean? Or is he playing with her? 'But answer me. Say "I give you permission, Monsieur Copain, to punish me at your full discretion".' 'I give you permission, Monsieur Copain, to punish me at your full discretion.' 'Thank you, Juliette. I hope it won't be necessary. In real life, I mean. Exactly what gestures and actions we will use in the play, we will see as we go along. That is, if you pass the audition.' Juliette smiles. She has once again recovered from having any reservations. She says enthusiastically, 'I am very curious, especially about the text. And the action, the plot, of course. The motto "You are not prepared to be mine. Not unconditionally" makes me curious. I know now that they play is about a classic S&M relationship. That I have to be naked. If I pass, of course. But I'm naked already! And that the play is partly in the present, where I am alone, partly in the past where I am with the master and sometimes with glorified extras. 'Let's go and play.' She gives him, and us, another warm smile. How Juliette, the actress, has grown! The time when she was a shivering, shuddering actress, sick from the stress and miserable from the cold and rain -- that time seems belonging to a different age almost. He agrees, 'Exactly, that's what we will do. But, um...' Copain-Auzières has been looking at her continuously, from the depths of the floor below her. His gaze has now sunk to his shoes, however. He hesitates... Very unusual for him. 'What is it you wish to say, Monsieur Copain?' 'Yes, the thing is... I want to see another act of submission from you. To see if you really want to humiliate yourself on this stage. That naked Ophelia will be nothing compared to this, you must know that...' We see that Juliette suddenly becomes angry. 'Submission? Ophelia was nothing? As if it wasn't bad enough! We live in #MeToo times now! For me to be naked for every man and his dog, all of me, all of my intimate places for all to see! Humiliate myself? What do you think I am doing? Taking a walk in the park?' And Juliette puts her chest forward, thus (unintentionally?) presenting her breasts, that jiggle, and crosses her arms underneath. Dark eyes ablaze. Copain doesn't hesitate for a second, storms onto the stage towards Juliette and slaps her firmly on the buttocks with his flat hand, before she can react or even knows what's happening. 'Ouch!' 'No, hold your tongue! That's what we agreed! My right, your obligation!' The actress stares at him in bewilderment. With tears in her eyes. She can't utter a word. 'Yes, Juliette, we agreed I could punish you for such transgression. This time you did not stop yourself. Nothing personal, of course, strictly business. Look, the beginning is difficult. I understand that. What we just did and will do is necessary, I think, to get the right frame-of-mind. Do you understand that?' She seems to be recovering somewhat from yet another down. She is tough, though. She composes herself, still a tad vulnerable, when she says, 'I understand, Monsieur Copain. Don't punish me when I say that I hope you understand that it is hard for me. I hurried incredibly to get here on time, I came terribly late, and on top of that I was very wet and cold and a real mess. A bad start to an audition, anyway, but especially given what you are putting me through. It is not that I don't want to follow you all the way. It's just very, very hard. I feel like crying!' 'I understand that, but at the same time it's also a good start, precisely because you're on your knees emotionally, on the verge of crying. Best to rebuild when you're down and out. Your master will take care of you. 'Do you understand, dear Juliette?' Her gaze on the floor before her, she nods. 'Now, as I said, I want to see one more act of submission from you before we start. As low as you can get. Can we do that?' Juliette shakes her head almost imperceptibly, before muttering, 'I don't know anymore... I have lost my will to... No... I'll do as you say, whatever it is. Whatever it is!' The last three words come out full-blast, as a throaty cry. 'Ok, all good! That's the way to do it! We're getting somewhere... 'The act of submission then. 'Well, so, turn around, with your back to the audience, bend over, as deeply as you can, until you can touch your toes, then put your hands on your buttocks and pull them apart, so the audience can see your sex and arse.' She sighs and says, 'Mr. Copain! Oh, I really don't know why I'm doing this! This is very bad. I said I would do it, the fool... God, God... let it be over!' And she turns her back to the room, bends over, touches her toes, puts her hands on her buttocks and pulls them apart. Between her legs, upside down, she looks at Copain-Auzières, who has gone back to his place in front of the stage and is looking at her sex and arse. She groans, 'Nobody, really nobody has seen me like this... My ugliest, ugliest side!' The director takes his time to respond, continuing to look at, well, inspect her 'ugliest side.' It seems to her that she stands there exposed like so for, well..., ten minutes. Endlessly. Finally, Copain-Auzières says, 'Thank you. You did well. There is strength in lowering yourself like this. You are ready for the role, but we'll get to this. 'I will say, though, that it isn't your ugliest side. Maybe your most beautiful... Your cunt and arse are beautiful and ugly. Like poetry. In the final analysis, they are very beautiful. Not ugly at all. I felt I could smell them, taste them, feel them. That's good. A master must experience his slave with all his senses, and vice versa. And punish her if she doesn't smell good. Doesn't smell excited. Or plainly smells dirty. This master doesn't like poo! So long as you know that. But he does like excitement. 'Your cunt, your little labia majora, your big labia minora, jagged, creased, slightly glistening... Perfect. Your arse, slightly discoloured, puckered... I'll spare you confrontation with my nose for now.' He looks at her with serious face. No irony this time, for some reason. Her mood is indescribable. He mounts the stage again, goes up to her and lovingly touches her by the shoulder. 'I'm not making this an easy experience for you, I know. But you don't want 'easy' either, do you? You don't want to work with me for 'easy'. Maybe the experience so far is not precisely what you imagined. But the unexpected is really exciting for those of us that like a challenge. Don't you agree? As is the fact that you're open like this, literally but also metaphorically. 'But listen carefully. You mustn't do anything you don't want to. I don't think you will do anything you don't want to. I understand, as a prominent director I have the odds against me. You could say that the power balance is off - you want to work with me, you need a role -- therefore I make you do things you don't want to do. Yes, I can get just about any actress, but I don't want any actress, I want the right actress. 'I am a sucker for the right actress, let me tell you that secret. I need the right actress as much as she needs me, you need me. If that shifts the power balance, let it be. My confession here perhaps surrenders me to you. So be it! I surrender. We have come a long way since, what, an hour ago.' He sighs, tilts his head forward and closes his eyes, leaving Juliette, who has straightened herself and turned around to face him, to wonder what this is all about. He reasserts himself and reascends the stage. He takes some pages from the table. 'We are going to play. I hope you're the right one.' He gives Juliette a few pages of text 'OK, the piece's working title is "ATTENDANT SANS DÉFENSE (HELPLESSLY WAITING)". You will read the part labelled "JULIETTE"- Surprised? You see I had high expectations of you - and I will read the rest, mostly labelled "MASTER".' It may be useful to know that the pieces in the past and those in the present will be differentiated by different lighting -- those in the present will be stark white light, those in the past by subdued tones. QUOTE MASTER, in the past: "I am tired of you. Don't you see? You are not prepared to be mine. Not unconditionally. "Goodbye to you and your life." pause JULIETTE, in the present, to the audience: "He looked at me for a few moments as I stood there, waiting. He then quietly closed the front door and was gone." UNQUOTE Copain, 'You noted my tone, partly tired and resigned, partly angry. I speak to you and you face me, but don't look me in the eyes, like a child that is being chastised. You at your turn speak to the audience, so you face the house. But you still look down, resigned and submissive. Your tone is flat. 'Let's do it again.' And, yes, Juliette immediately reacts and picks the right posture and tone of voice. She IS the role. She is of unearthly beauty -- beautiful, naked and vulnerable. And humble, submissive. Copain-Auzières tells her so. He says he is impressed by how she managed to grow in the brief period she has been here and that she wears her nudity like she has never been dressed in her life. 'Are you sure you are not a naturally submissive woman? I am amazed. Proud, yes, but clearly submissive. Many actresses are that way, you know, happy in the theatre where they are commanded, but only a shadow in their private lives, away from the limelight. Unless -- they find their masters, or mistresses in that life, the real life.' Juliette looks at him, puzzled. 'Yes... You're right, it is true. I had almost forgotten! Each time it amazes me: I live, really am alive on stage.' Puzzled, but by every word she speaks her confidence appears to grow. Explosively. She is a true actress; it is plain to see. She does not need clothes to be... be present. 'Ever since I joined the high-school theatre group all the men I have been going out with were actors. I'd say pretty strong actors. But none of them have lasted long with me, a few weeks or months. Until the one I broke up with a year ago. Him I went out with for two years. I was completely hooked on him and terribly jealous of the other women he met. With justification, hindsight tells me. Or maybe that prophesy was self-fulfilling. A terrible thought. I am still thrashed. 'If you say I am submissive, then he was not man enough to submit me. None of them was. The latest man, he was weak, the way I see it now, followed his cock. But I was weaker, not seeing him for what he was. I don't see myself as submissive, but just not always strong.' Copain-Auzières looked at her, silently, and then said, 'I think what you say is true. I know who it is and I know him. I now know you a little now. And I do know myself.' Juliette does not answer to this challenge, but continues her story. 'I don't know about submission. I am used to working under a director and doing what he tells me to do, according the dictates or more open suggestions of the script written by yet another person. I have never felt submitted by any of that. OK, I have argued my points if I felt something could be done better, but generally my attitude has been to find my freedom with the constraints given by director and script, reasonable or not. Maybe that is a submissive attitude. True, also, that most of my directors and writers were men. 'Maybe submissiveness is simply confused with the role woman has been forced to accept in society. And my being at my tether's end when I came in, well that was not submissiveness. Nor is my relative desperation to have this role. 'Come to think of it, back then as Ophelia and now in the role of the slave -- I don't like that word -- I feel fine. I feel empowered within the constraints of the role. The fact that I am naked and have shown you my most intimate bits, now that the dust is settling, it does not bother me at all. I am free on the inside, whatever the constraints. As long as I am alive.' Copain-Auzières says, 'You really make progress and start to know yourself. That is good.' And he repeats himself, with more emphasis, 'And I know myself too. Moi, je suis Juliette. I could be Juliette.' Juliette doesn't understand him, or does she? She doesn't address it, hardly seems to hear it. The director doesn't dwell on his words either. He just says, 'Come, let's continue.' Juliette reads and recites: QUOTE JULIETTE, in the present, to the audience: I am going mad waiting for him. I crave him. I need his mercy. He is my Master! He should return, no matter what made him go away, regardless of the disobedience I must have showed. If he was simply tired of me, let him in his absence realise that he needs me too, in his own way, the way of a master. Or is this simply another test of my subordinance to him? Then the length of his absence should be finite. My waiting should come to an end. UNQUOTE She uses all the bashfulness, resignation, hesitation of a true submissive, if we can be the judges, and phrases her lines almost perfectly. Small, nervous, helpless gestures, an insecure posture, the hand flitting in front of the crotch and away... perfect! But, wait, Copain sighs. 'You know, Juliette... The more you feel at ease with the text, the more confident you feel, the less convincing you are. Before, when you felt pushed and pressured, you were great, you were it, you were Juliette, the submissive. But now, you are good, good, good, but you are not 'it', you are not Juliette, Juliette the submissive. You are Juliette, the actress, a little too convincing, if that makes sense.' He looks at her intensely. He gesticulates... We feel his passion. It's real now, he is not playing. 'Do you agree with me? Or do you feel you ARE your role? 'Tell me... What are we going to do?' Juliette does not respond immediately. Then she too sighs and says, 'You are right, I was better before, when I was down. I am overshooting the mark, but I will get back to where I was before, without being down. It is early days, isn't it? I have not prepared; I haven't had the chance to see the text you wrote beforehand... I still need to grow. Become desperate again, as it were, while in control... I can do that, believe me... We see her argue her position. We feel she wants the role, but it is no longer in desperation. She is inspired. She supports her arguments with arm movements, her torso moves, her breasts follow their own rhythm... (We love her. We must see her in this play!) She continues, 'You, on your part, own the text and will sense, almost physically feel the smallest discrepancies in mine.' Director and actress stand opposite each other. Both supremely confident. Time passes... in silence... They are thinking... Then, we see it and shudder! It is not she, but he, that wanes. It is she that is the more confident of the two, notwithstanding his formidable black suit versus her nudity. (Oh, how she moves us!). And she speaks... 'Wait... wait! I see it now, it is you... I feel it is you. 'Yes, YOU are Juliette... Like you just said... At the start, you pushed and pressured me and, as you said, I was down and out, wet and miserable... and nervous. And I felt it... And you dominated me. I feel you have come towards me, levelled with me... And are now -- I have to be careful -- sinking... Dare I say, submitting?' Copain is silent. And introspective. Demure... He seems to be searching within himself. Juliette, naked still, but no longer uncertain, no longer submissive, approaches him, stands behind him and puts her arms around his chest, and strokes it, slowly, slowly... He closes his eyes and relaxes, slowly, slowly... We are holding our breaths. We never saw this coming. Gone is the commanding figure of Copain, the famous, towering figure; gone is diminutive figure of Juliette. They have come together in their intended constellation. He moves her right hand to his crotch and squeezes it down. She accepts and squeezes the organ that is lurking there. She massages it through his trousers, while he starts leaning backward and entrusts himself to her arms. He moans audibly, eyes still closed. She slowly opens the zipper and fishes for his cock. Copain lets her, abandons himself to her. She finds his member, which stiffens within seconds, and milks it, slowly, deliberately, expertly... She has a plan, so it seems, as she stops when his moaning appears to indicate he is coming close. She whispers, 'There will be more... No... there may be more, if you are a good, good boy, Sylvain...' This is a dramatic turn-around! We are amazed! But our amazement is cut short, when she disengages herself from him, steps back -- he is stumbling to regain his balance -- and continues with, 'Frankly, I know it is you, Sylvain. 'Why don't you yourself try to recite my lines? To show me, if anything...' He composes himself and readjusts his clothing, as they say; in more explicit, sober terms, he waits until his erection has completely subsided, tucks away his penis and closes his zipper. He wears his face like a mask for a moment until... ... Until he starts reciting, when he becomes alive again, face and body. He, this time, becomes alive... He uses all the bashfulness, resignation, hesitation of a true submissive and phrases his lines perfectly. Small, nervous, helpless gestures, an insecure posture, the hand flitting in front of his crotch and away... QUOTE I am going mad waiting for him. I crave him. I need his mercy. He is my Master. He should return, no matter what made him go away, regardless of the disobedience I must have showed. If he was simply tired of me, let him in his absence realise that he needs me too, in his own way, the way of a master. Or is this simply another test of my subordinance to him? Then the length of his absence should be finite. My waiting should come to an end. UNQUOTE The acting, it is very beautifully done. Clearly, he is the author. But there is something else too. We feel his text comes from within. He ís Juliette, the role. We feel that Juliette, the actress, feels it too, in fact felt it before asking him to take his turn. His diction, his phrasing, the dynamics -- he shouts and whispers, drags and rushes - it is overpowering. A revelation. Our mouths drop open... Not Juliette's. Her face gives off a deliberate, even considered expression. She appears to be developing a plan. But she does not push it. Instead, she merely whispers, 'Go on...' And Sylvian goes on: QUOTE I have chained myself to the wall in the hallway, like he did to me so many times before. He has shown me off as a living statue and received visitors this way. Occasionally, uninvited callers, the postman, a neighbour, have been treated to the sight of me and my proud, bare body. He never apologised to them for what they happened to see. I got the looks one might expect, of surprise, of admiration, of lust, of horror, of contempt, of pity. I did not mind. I was proud that way. His to keep and show. UNQUOTE He looks proud! He has withdrawn within himself and continues, in a whisper, slowly... QUOTE I put both of my ankles in restraints. And one wrist. The other I could not manage. I have closed the padlocks. The keys I have cast out of reach. I, the unconditional dependent, have gone for broke and shall wait for him until he returns. UNQUOTE He acts out the crooked postures in great detail. We see the restraints; we see him cast away the imaginary keys. QUOTE I cannot wait for him any longer. UNQUOTE He is resigned, at tether's end, low down and out... and stares vacantly into nothingness, eternally. Come what may, the ultimate consequence, the ultimate sacrifice to an absent god... Juliette stands at a distance and does not move, for what seems an eternity, what is in fact one, two minutes. Then she approaches him, stands behind him and softly puts her hand on his shoulder. 'Sylvain, dear Sylvain... You know what you want to do...' Copain sleepwalks to where he has left her dress to dry. He looks at it, without seeing, carefully picks it up, walks back to her. He holds out the dress and lets her step into it, raises it and zips it up. She is in control now. Copain is now Juliette, the servant-submissive. He now stands still in front of her and awaits her commands. She smiles like a mother does to an amusingly naughty child and repeats, still softly, without emphasis, 'Sylvain... You know what you want to do...' Do we know what she means? Are we shocked when he starts to disrobe? Indeed, we could not have foreseen this an hour ago, when she entered the theatre as a washed-up child and he commanded her left and right, degraded her, made her undress, show her intimate areas and lower herself doing that. But disrobing is what he does and we realise, after a moment's reflection and us drawing in a good lungful of breath: how could he not disrobe? He takes off his black jacket, eyes on the ground, and hangs it neatly over the back of the nearest chair. The black tie is untied and goes the same way, neatly. His patent leather shoes -- he kneels down to remove them, first the right and then the left. He places them neatly side by side underneath the chair. Doesn't touch his -- black -- socks yet -- strange... Is he a shirt-first or a trousers-first man? It's the trousers that go first, as he calmly undoes the belt and the zipper, lowers the pair down below his knees and steps out of them, right foot first. He places them orderly on top of the jacket and tie. We cannot see his underpants yet, as the black linen shirt is long, nor any hint at what his sex is like. That is to change, as his shirt is next. He starts unbuttoning it from the top. First, we see a black vest appear, and a bit of sprouting chest hair at the neckline. When he has undone the bottom button, he takes a breath that must go to deep within himself, he is hardly conscious, and drops the shirt off his shoulders. There he stands, a less than commanding figure, dressed down in black vest, boxers and socks. Another deep breath and he bends over, lifts his right leg and takes off his sock. His left leg follows. Bare feet. His vest, and he reveals the hairy chest we recently started anticipating. His underpants, off and away - and the commanding and notoriously difficult Sylvain Copain-Auzières stands naked before his actress, cock at half-mast, as if awaiting her orders. On the stage of a playhouse. But she gives no order. Nothing moves for another minute or two. Then he sinks down on his knees and inches to right in front of her. We hear him breathing deeply in and out (He must be smelling her, being so close. Would she be excited?) He lifts the hem of her dress, deeply inhales again, produces his tongue and dives in -- he serves her cunnilingus, plainly: goes down on her. What do we see? A world-famous, cerebral theatre director kneels in front of a previously promising, currently stalling actress, who arrived an hour ago totally flustered and was coaxed to get naked pretty soon after, whom he has bossed around the stage left and right -- here he knees at her feet and eats her out. Naked. She lets him. Is she enjoying her power? Is she calculating? In any case, she lets him. She stands like a beautiful statue, legs apart, arms by her sides, but slightly separate from her body, palms of her hands spread open, head tilted backward, eyes closed -- his head shielded by her dress, thus in contact with her smells and warmth. A beautiful statue, a picture of female sensuality. He shows he knows his way around a woman. So, if he has been a woman-eater, notoriously, he has learnt to sensitively service one. His tongue is velvet, as it slowly circulates around Juliette's flower of flesh. The centre of its journey is woman's sexual centre, the clitoris, which takes little time to shed its hood. But indulgence is overindulgence, so the tongue removes itself from the centre, travels the highways and byways of Juliette's cunt, the folds between the labia minora and majora, giving the slightest slaps against the wrinkly minora, teasing them, barely biting the juicy majora, tipping the clit for a moment and, oh, straying brief instances beyond the strict perimeter of the cunt, via the perineum to the anus with its faintly savoury flavour -- traveling this circuit round after round at varying speed, with delicate variations, the byways before the highways, the tipping before the teasing, the biting a touch softer, the slapping a tad harder, throwing an occasional mini-bite to the clit -- oh, so gently! And all the while the flower of flesh, its Bartholin's glands, secrete the lubricating fluids and self-flood Juliette's -- the actress' -- vagina. Divine irrigation. Oh, alas, we cannot observe this action in detail. Copain's head and Juliette's dress obscure our view. But if we get close and listen well, we can hear his licking, slobbering sounds, as he takes her up and away. Because away and up he does take her -- within six, seven, eight minutes (who is counting?) he takes her to a condition, which transforms her into a tremor, and another and..., where all of her body shakes and shudders, her mouth opens and lets out a primeval groan and her arms open to all of the world, gods and demons. The point comes when her hands, first lifting the hem of her dress, grab his hair and utters a fierce animal cry. Then pushes him away. --------- QUOTE MASTER, no - MISTRESS: "You are mine, are you not? Mine to possess, mine to share, mine even to reject and to give away, even if that would break my own heart? You are objectively mine, are you not?" JULIETTE, played by Sylvain, to the audience: My face grows pale at the thought of him, no - her giving me away. I gave myself to her, because I was hers, because I wanted to demonstrate my dependency, to show her that I was tied to her, in hopes of tying her to me in return. She, the stronger of us two, could henceforth have me at her disposal and have me satisfy her every whim. But not give me away - my greatest fear! JULIETTE, to the MISTRESS: "I am yours, my dearest master, no - mistress, unconditionally, but I cannot consent to your giving me away. I would be nothing! I cannot consent to being nothing, a thing I'd loath. I'd hate myself if you'd give me away. " JULIETTE, played by Sylvain, to the audience: The next moment - tears in my eyes and a burning cheek, as she has slapped me in the face. MISTRESS: "Unconditionally! Don't you tell me what to do. I am the one that sets the conditions. I'll be your mistress unconditionally or I won't be your mistress at all. I'd leave. You should be satisfied to know that I own you and would love you, even if I gave you away. Do you understand?" JULIETTE, to the MISTRESS: "Yes, yes," I sob as I fall on my knees at his feet, "forgive me." JULIETTE, to the audience: He strokes my hair pensively, for a good while. This fails to calm me down. I anxiously wait. MISTRESS: "I will try to forgive you. I hope I can. But you have rocked the foundations of our relationship." JULIETTE, to the audience: Giving me away - no! But could it be that she is not giving me away? That she is merely testing how far she could go, what I would accept? But I have failed and "have rocked the foundations of our relationship." It sounds so ominous. I am frightened. UNQUOTE --------- EPILOGUE Juliette, the actress, gets the role. That is, a different role in an entirely rewritten play. She plays the role of Sylvain, the Master, no - Mistress. And she does not get to be naked. (Had she begun to crave a nude role? Or did she remain, perhaps, the consummate professional, craving only to do what the role under consideration required?) The fact is that in the event she is dressed in a black suit, black shirt, black tie and black shoes. Yes, men's attire. Well, tailored. Hair plaited, Scandinavian style, stern. (We secretly regret that she is not nude throughout, but she is for a bit, so we count our losses and consider ourselves blessed.) There is only one other role, that of Juliette. That role is played by the man, who is also the director and writer, Sylvain Copain-Auzières. Him playing a role again, for the first time in about a dozen years, excited the theatre world. The commentators are truly excited about the fact that he plays the role of a woman and that he plays it nude. He has never played nude and never a woman. His reputation, rightly or wrongly, has made a bully out of him, that is, in the circles of his fiercest critics. Among his admirers, this is phrased as demanding, of either sex, but especially of women, but in any case, demanding with justification. Remember the times we live in, where the tide appears to be with women. Some critics praise his courage to do penance for his bullying of women. And his humility, for appearing naked, with lipstick, make-up and wig, without (visible) body hair. Yes, critics are united in their assessment that he made for a convincing woman, though for differing reasons. Some condemn him for confirming himself as the self-serving wimp, some praise him for confirming that he really, really understands women. The first category wondered why he did not have his dick cut off, the second found him convincing, notwithstanding the penis. Universal is the praise for Juliette, the actress. And if you ask us, she deserves it. She is a towering presence in "Attendant sans Défense" (Helplessly Waiting) and is truly considered to be back with a vengeance. She is considered a new role model for a sexy woman, in a proud, mature sort of way. Post #MeToo. Sexy woman 2.0. The showbiz rags spread rumours that they are together now. The nature of their relationship is shrouded in mystery. THE HAPPY END

Back-to-School Shopping by sevispac The summer before seventh grade was the most fun I've ever had. My Daddy tried to keep me under control, but a single parent can only do so much. He knew I went to the swimming pool every day, but he didn't know that I wasn't wearing the top of that stodgy old two-piece bathing suit he bought me. When he noticed I didn't have any tan lines he threatened to ground me for a week, but I pouted and wheedled and he let me go back two days later, even if he did make me wear a one-piece for the rest of the summer. I love my Daddy, and I can wrap him around my little finger. Sara's mom was great. She never told Daddy she let boys come to our pajama parties. Sara's brother and his friends were there every time, and when word got around all our friends started coming. Mrs. Simpson even let us have as much alcohol as we wanted as long as we kept it quiet. I got so smashed! And I tried lots of things I never would have otherwise. I'm really happy with the way my bust developed over the summer. Mike told me my titties would grow faster if I rubbed sperm on them every day, so of course I had to give it a try. It wasn't hard to find lots of guys to help me do it, either. By the end of the summer I out grew all my training bras! Try it, girls. Maybe it works and maybe it doesn't, but it's definitely fun! Late in August I got out my gift certificates and showed Daddy the dress code. He was just as grumpy as I thought, but he read the pamphlet all the way through. I didn't know what to expect. Finally he said, "Alright, young lady. I can see that you will have to do some shopping if you're going to be ready for school next week, so get dressed and I'll drive you to the mall. I'm going with you, however, to make sure things don't get out of hand. I still believe girls your age should be modestly dressed and well behaved. That doesn't mean you have to wear a Burka like in Europe, but I still think girls can be patriotic without going naked everywhere." He sighed. "Well, there doesn't seem to be anything I can do about this ridiculous "dress code", but at least I'm going to make sure you behave yourself in public." Jill - At the Mall By the time we walked into the mall I'd already started working on Daddy. "They never tell you who gets picked for The Program or when, so it's important to get ready beforehand. All my friends are going to The Purrfect Pussy to get shaved just in case they have to show their pussy next week. Even if you're not in the Program you can get in trouble if a teacher thinks you're covering up with too much pussy hair. Can I please get mine shaved, Daddy?" I was really proud that I even had enough pussy hair to shave. It only started to come in last year, a little before my breasts started popping out. Daddy looked positively grim. He turned red, and I thought for sure he was going to say no, but we just kept walking and The Purrfect Pussy kept getting closer. There was the usual gathering around the show window where a girl about 17 was having her pussy trimmed. Daddy marched through the front door and up to the receptionist. She was a pretty, long haired blonde wearing hot pants and high heels. She had a name tag that said "Kitty" dangling from her titty ring. She looked at Daddy and smiled. "May I help you?" "See here. My daughter is being forced into this ridiculous "Program" at school, and she needs to have her pubic hair removed. She's much too young for this, so I would greatly appreciate it if you would treat her very gently and in complete privacy." "Certainly, sir", said Kitty, giving me a sly wink and a smile. "We have private rooms and professional stylists who deal with this situation daily. Would you like to be present?" "God, no. And no male staff, either. My daughter is already embarrassed enough by this whole thing." I smiled to myself. We were lucky that they had an opening, so Daddy paid Kitty and sat down in the waiting room, trying not to stare at any of the women in the styling chairs. Kitty smiled, took my hand, and said "Right this way young lady." Bill Peters - The Ophelia Factor So here I was, sitting in The Purrfect Pussy surrounded by beautiful women and their even more beautiful beauticians, trying to set a good example for my daughter. It's not easy bringing up a daughter these days. Sure, teenage girls have always been a handful, even before society started actively fighting back against Islamic extremism by encouraging sex and nudity. Even before the Program little girls were exposed to sexual imagery everywhere they looked. But even the Program didn't screw them up as badly as Ophelia Sorensen. She gets more press than Paris Hilton used to. The difference is that Ophelia is getting it before she even turns sixteen. Every guy wants to do her; every girl wants to be her. Most girls are her. It started when she was 13 and called Girls Protective Services and reported her parents for sexual oppression, just because they wouldn't let her go topless in their own home! It's never hard to find a `loving' foster home for a nubile young teenager, but there was widespread outrage a week later when the tabloids published those pictures of Ophelia's threesome with her foster brother and father. Her real parents had already gone to court, and her mother was all over TV and radio demanding her parental rights. People were shocked when Ophelia was quoted saying that her mother would be better off if she spent less time talking and more time sucking cock. GPS vs Sorensen was a landmark case with a twist. The court refused Girls Protective Services request to terminate the Sorensen's parental rights, but in a sweeping ruling they stated that "There are no parental rights which restrain the sexual autonomy of a young girl [who has reached puberty and had `the shot']". It became known as the "Girls gone wild" decision. The president called it "a new Patriot Act for new patriots." Ophelia was already rich from product endorsements, starting with the "O! blouse". She was almost never seen without cum stains on her top. Years ago people paid extra for faded, torn Jeans, now the rage in feminine fashion is pre-stained tops. You can't find a clean blouse any more, and even if you could women won't wear them. Even little girl's tops come with unmistakable patterns on the chest and shoulders. The O! blouse was the beginning of a full line of fashions aimed at the Junior Miss, and Victoria's Little Sister opened for business. The press conference after the court decision was covered live by every network. Nobody knew what to think when Ophelia's mother showed up wearing the same outfit as her daughter, but with an old-fashioned, unstained blouse. The first question was for Mrs. Sorensen, "What do you intend to do about the decision? Are you still determined to get your daughter back? How can you do it after this?" Without answering, Jeanette Sorensen stood up, walked to her husband, dropped to her knees, and followed her daughter's advice on national television. Ophelia joined her mother a few minutes later, aiming her Dad's cock at her mom's blouse as he spurted cum all over her. That outrageous display was the beginning of the mother-daughter fashion line called `Sorensen Style' that brought them another small fortune. There was more outrage about incest, but under the Lewinsky legal standard what they did could not be prosecuted, because it's not incest if it isn't sex. These days if a mother and daughters wear Sorensen Style, fathers are very happy men. But I am not one of those fathers. My little girl is precious to me, and I will see her grow up to be a decent young woman. Whatever it takes. Jill - Pussy Power! We walked to the back of the parlor and through a pink curtain. There was a chair in the room just like the ones outside. It was like a dentist's reclining chair, except it had split leg supports that could be moved apart, and a little stool between them so the stylist could get close up. It even had a mirrored light support like a dentist, but this one focused a lot further down. The chair was deep plush and very comfortable. It was warm, and the air was cool. I wasn't sure, but there seemed to be just a little vibration coming from it. Kitty gave me a drink and told me to relax. The stylist would be right in. "Hi there, I'm Jenny." It was another blonde girl, this one about 20 years old, wearing a big apron and panties. You could see right through both. I couldn't help noticing her pussy hair, which was shaved in a little heart shape and dyed red. She even had a tiny silver arrow piercing right through it! She had little, pointy breasts a lot like mine, but with large brown nipples. She saw me looking at her pussy hair and smiled. "Like it? I just had it done and my boyfriend loves it. He wouldn't let me get any sleep at all last night! "Well, are you ready to get started? Take off your skirt and let's see what we have to work with. "Wow. That is so cute! Would you like me to trim it so your panties cover everything, or do you want your pussy shaved bare?" I thought about it for a minute. I didn't have enough pussy hair for a trim like Jenny's, but maybe it would be cool to leave a little line extending up from my slit like Ms. Kinsey at school. A "porn star" cut, my friends call it. I shook my head. "Go ahead and shave it bare. If I get picked for the Program I want to look my best." I slipped my panties down around my ankles and took them off. Then I plunked onto the towel Jenny spread on the chair. "That's what I thought. We're getting quite a rush of Middle School girls with school about to start. It makes you look wonderfully smooth, and at your age it makes it hard to tell whether you have pussy hair at all. "I know your Daddy just wants you shaved, but we have a very special trimmer here that lots of girls love. It lubricates as it goes, and it has a very nice vibration. You can see it's shaped to slip into tight spots, too. Girls come back two or three times a week just for the feeling. Sometimes they have a bit too much fun and get a little noisy. I'm going to turn on some music just so we're sure your Daddy won't hear. "OK, spread your legs and let's get started. I know you're pretty young and I promise I'll be especially gentle." I closed my eyes and listened to the music. Then I heard a soft hum from the clippers, and felt a feather touch on my mons. My eyes flickered open and saw Jenny running the dark plastic over the edges of my pussy hair. They were very strangely shaped for clippers, looking a lot like the vibrators I played with on orientation day most of all, but oozing a clear, warm oil from the tip that felt so wonderful on my skin. Bill Peters - Reminiscences At last the curtain opened and my princess walked back into the parlor. She was positively beaming as she hurried over to my chair. Before I could stop her she raised her skirt and babbled excitedly, "Look, Daddy! Isn't it wonderful? Doesn't it make me look all grown up just like all the other beautiful girls here?" God help me, but for those few, eternal seconds, I couldn't take my eyes away. Grown up? No. My heart was filled with love for my wonderful little girl, the little girl I used to bathe, the little girl who loved to splash and play in the tub, and who giggled loudly when we washed her pussy because it tickled and she loved playing tickle with her Daddy. Jill would never get out of the tub until I washed her pussy at least three times. Now I was starring at that same beloved pussy, a little more grown up to be sure, but smooth and bare as the last day I gave her her bath, the day before she started first grade. "Daddy? Do you like it, Daddy?" She had lost the bubbly enthusiasm of a moment before and was becoming concerned as I stared mutely at her most intimate place. "Humph. Well. Yes. Pull your skirt down young lady. It's quite lovely, but it's not something you should be showing in public." She looked disappointed and dropped the hem of her skirt, but then she brightened again and kissed my cheek. "Thank you, Daddy. I love you, and this makes me feel all grown up. Now the other girls won't laugh when I have to go naked." Jill - Girlie Pop Daddy kept pretending to be all grumpy, but he didn't fool me. He was pretty flustered, so I suggested he sit down on the bench in front of the food court and I would meet him back there in half an hour. I walked down the mall and made sure he wasn't following me before I turned in to Girlie-Pop. That was one store he told me to stay out of as soon as it opened last year. Part of the reason was the salesmen. They were all hunky guys wearing leather straps that came down to a big silver ring around their stiff cocks. As I walked in I saw a lady on her knees, stroking one of those big cocks until the guy shot cum all over her blouse. She just let it soak in and went back to browsing while the guy went in back for a break. All the other guys were busy with customers, so I took a look around the store. The school supplies section was cool. They had lots of fun, colorful pens shaped like a penis. If you clicked the balls the ink point came out the hole. Even better, if you unscrewed it and took out the ink, you could fill it with water or milk and it doubled as a squirt-gun! It wasn't big enough to use as a vibrator, but I found out later lots of girls got better grades if the teacher caught them chewing on their pens, or just holding the tip next to their lips. I slipped one into my purse and checked out the next aisle. It was full of knee pads, in neon glow colors with logos on them: Playboy bunnies, girls symbols, even the official girl-scout logo! Suddenly somebody grabbed my hand and yanked me toward the door. "Daddy!" I shrieked. It looked like I was in trouble this time! He pulled me out of the store and dragged me down the hall. Then he sat me down on a bench in front of Victoria's Little Sister. "Honey, I know that this whole back-to-school thing has you excited, but that doesn't mean you stop listening to me. You know I told you to stay out of that store, and you know why. Those men take advantage of young women like you." "I'm sorry Daddy." I let my voice tremble and felt a tear slip down my cheek. Well, it wasn't just play acting. I didn't want my Daddy to be mad. "I didn't mean to disobey. It's just that they gave us gift certificates for new clothes at school, and Girlie Pop is where you can take them." "I might have known! That school will stop at nothing to get their girls naked. "Well, since we have no choice I guess I'll have to let you go back. But I'm going with you." "No Daddy! I didn't say that was the ONLY place I could go. I can also take them to right here to Victoria's!" Jill - Victoria's Little Sister After that Daddy wasn't going to let me out of his sight again, so we walked into the store together. A pretty blonde in a floor length, see through gown came over. Her nametag said "Vicki". Daddy sat down and she took me over to the Panty bins. "You'll be needing some program compliant panties. We have a great selection that meet the new dress code." She held up a little white lace thong. "This one is both less than an inch in front, and is made of see-thru lace, so it qualifies both ways. Plus this little puff in the back looks just like a bunny tail, and you can move it up or down if you want to show your pretty little anus. Would you like to try it on?" Daddy was looking over the blouses, so I nodded my head and smiled. "We don't have changing rooms any more, since a little more exhibitionism is always good for business", she giggled. They whole left wall is one huge mirror arrangement, and you can hang your clothes from the racks next to them. Have a seat and slip into your thong." I was embarrassed to show the big white panties Daddy made me wear, but I slipped out of them without being too obvious. Some of the male window shoppers noticed me and came over for a better look. I kicked off my shoes and pulled the tiny little thong up my legs. Then I stood up, raised my skirt, and admired myself in the mirror. The puff ball tail seemed to float above my cheeks. The strap between my legs disappeared completely in back. In front there was just enough to decorate my slit, which showed clearly through the lace. "The front is disappearing elastic. Watch." Vicki took the top center between her fingers, brushing my mound, and pulled up gently. The white lace vanished into my slit. Apart from the waist strings it looked like I was completely bare. "Wow! I love it." Then Daddy saw me. He turned red and came stomping over to where I stood in front of the mirror. "Young lady, pull your skirt down right now! Even if you have to wear indecent under-ware I am not going to let you go around displaying it in public. Now keep your skirt down and let's get back to finding you a new wardrobe." I was surprised. He didn't say a word about not letting me wear them. Maybe daddy was starting to see things my way. Jill - The Wild Pair I still needed shoes to complete my "new look", so I told daddy I'd meet him in an hour and headed downstairs to The Wild Pair. A bunch of stores that used to be only for grownups now have lots of sexy things for girls. The Wild Pair was leading the way with shoes. It was funny to see little girls walking around the mall with leather straps wrapped all the way up their legs, or learning to balance on spike heals. I stopped to look in their window. They had a big display of shinny high-heel boots that zipped all the way up to the thigh, but what caught my eye was their Disney display. All my friends had seen the re-make of Cinderella, and we dreamed of being a princess just like her and being taken to the ball. There in the window were Cinderella's glass slippers. They were four inch crystal platforms with eight inch stiletto heals. I loved them, but I knew the $250 price tag was way more than I could afford. Still, I had to at least try them on. The salesman was my daddy's age, and I loved the way he dropped his other customers as soon as he saw me sit down. I decided to flirt with him, so I let my skirt ride up a little and show off my new thong as he sat down in front of me. The white lace was pulled part way up inside my slit, and he caressed my legs a little higher than necessary as he slipped on the shoes. I loved the way the shoes made my legs look, but I knew there was no way I could afford them. He saw me pouting and asked what was wrong. I told him that my Daddy would never pay that much for school shoes. "Hmm", he said. "Well young lady, maybe we can help you out. The store is putting together a display of pretty girls wearing our shoes, and we're offering a 50% discount for girls willing to model. We'd love to have a picture of you in our window dressed just the way you are. What do you think?" That was easy! Every girl wants to be a model, and now I had a chance to get my picture taken in my new outfit, and maybe put in the store window. The salesman brought out a camera and snapped a few pics of me walking around the store and some of me sitting down, from the salesman's perspective so I got to show off my new panties again. He told me he would knock off another $50 if he could keep copies of those. I went looking for Daddy. I knew I could wheedle him into buying them for me as long as he didn't know that all my friends called them "fuck-me" shoes. I just needed to keep him thinking Cinderella, so I lead him by the store `accidentally'. "Oh, Daddy! They're beautiful. They're just like Cinderella's glass slippers. Can I try them on? Please? Oh, pretty please?" Bill Peters True, they were just like the updated Disney version of Cinderella. The remake, wildly popular among little girls just as the original had been, featured a transparent ball gown which left Cinderella totally exposed and wrapped her in bows and lace in a way which only left her more naked than nothing at all. Her glass slippers changed a lot too, but they were still beautiful. Well, I couldn't blame my little girl for wanting to live out a childhood fantasy in the form of glass slippers. I just didn't want her doing what Cinderella did with the prince and his entire escort after the shoe fit. (Not to mention her step sisters). Jill - Sears Portrait Studio Daddy was loaded down with packages and we were headed for home at last. We walked out of the mall through Sears, and as we passed the portrait studio a picture of a young girl in their "Nymphette" collection caught my eye. She was laying back on a big bed, wearing a white chiffon gown almost like a wedding dress with big puffy skirts and white lace everywhere. Her knees were drawn up and turned to one side so you could see her sheer white stockings all the way up to her pretty, round bottom. Her pussy didn't quite show, but the dress left her breasts bare amid puffs of white chiffon. On top she was naked except for a white choker around her neck. I looked at her eyes and gave a little startled squeek. I almost fell off my platform shoes as I turned and hurried up to the picture. "Daddy, look, I know this girl! This is Carla from my class!" Carla was the first girl in our class to get boobs, back in the fifth grade, and most of us were jealous of the attention she got from all the boys, and most of the male teachers. Everybody thought she must be stuffing her bra, but here was clear evidence that her sweater was full of nothing but Carla. I couldn't believe this was the same little girl I went to school with. She looked just like a Playboy centerfold, all grown up, sexy, and beautiful. I looked at her smile and got a funny feeling inside my pussy, one not too different from when I daydream about Mike. My daddy was standing behind me, staring at all the beautiful young girls and looking a bit flustered. I know my chance when I see it. "Daddy, can I please get my picture taken? You know my school photo was terrible this year. My braces make me look like a little kid and I was wearing those dorky old glasses. If you really think my new outfit looks nice we should get a picture while it's brand new. Please Daddy? Oh, please!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the studio. "Well hello, young lady", said the gentleman behind the counter. "What can we do for you today?" He gave me a long look up and down, checking out my new clothes and my body in a way that gave me the same feeling in my pussy as I'd had several times today, a feeling that I was beginning to think might be horniness. "My name is Ken. I'll be your photographer if I'm lucky. Sir?", he said, looking at Daddy for the first time. Are you here for the Nymphette package?" I never saw Daddy so flustered. Ken got him to sign some papers, then had him sit down in a big chair while I went into the preparation booth. "Hello, I'm Miss Hooper. I understand you need a little help with your makeup." She was a tall brunette about my dad's age, wearing a black miniskirt and a tight t-shirt over absolutely enormous boobs. You could see right through her t-shirt, and her tits were pierced with big gold rings. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She looks just like I want to when I grow up. "Let's start with some eye-shadow. This metallic blue will make them look big and beautiful. Your eyes are just the right color for it, too. "Next let's try something a little bolder. Let's see how you look like with red lipstick. Here, pucker up and let me put some on. Now a little rouge to highlight your cheeks, and you can easily pass for 16 at any night-club in town. "Take off your blouse now and let's make sure you're ready for anything." I pulled my top up over my head and shook my hair down around my shoulders. "That looks wonderful. They are so cute and perky, just the way the boys like them. I bet you have lots of boyfriends at school!" I blushed a little and didn't answer. "First let's add a little rouge to accentuate your cleavage." The big horsehair brush she used tickled, but I just squirmed a little and bit my lip, not wanting her to think I was a little girl. "Some blush around the base of your breasts will make them look bigger". Now I couldn't help giggling as the brush softly stroked my upper chest and the bottom of my boobies. They're very sensitive. "Well, well, I see we're enjoying the treatment." She playfully tweaked the tip of my left nipple with the pointy handle of her brush. Both of my titties had crinkled and hardened while she was stroking the bottom of my breasts and now they were sticking out at her. She playfully flicked them back and forth. It felt so good I couldn't help moaning just a little. She smiled and gave my right tit a quick pinch. "OK, your titties are done. Now let's see that cute little pussy!" I pulled my skirt up around my waist. "Goodness! Isn't that precious! So pretty and smooth! Did you have her trimmed or is she still naturally bald? Spread your legs now and let's have a closer look." She bent down and peered closely at my pussy. "Well. I see we won't be needing any moisturizer. There's lots of natural juice down there. The camera will make it sparkle!" I blushed a little at this. "In fact I'm not going to add anything at all to this pretty little pussy. It's just perfect the way it is." She leaned forward and gave my pussy the lightest kiss. "Well, sweetie, you're ready for your close-up. Just one more thing." She handed me a paper cup with a big chunk of ice. "When things start to get hot under the lights, just hold this against your nipples for a second and they'll pop right back out like they are now. It doesn't matter whether you're bare or just want them to show through your blouse. Good luck, honey. You're going to go far. I think we'll be seeing your pictures all over the web someday soon, and I'll tell all my friends I worked on you before you were a porn star!" Golly! That was something to think about. Am I about to have my first porn shoot? Will I be good at it? What will Daddy think? I pulled down my skirt (even though it didn't go very far), and slipped back into my top. I covered up my nipples and nervously stepped out of the makeup room, worried about what Daddy would think. Ken was lining up his camera on the set. It was the same big bed that was in Carla's picture. There were a dozen fluffy pillows and a pink lace cover. He glanced up when I came in, then did a funny double-take. His jaw dropped. "Wow". Daddy looked over from where he was sitting by the door. Even after my fashion show in Victoria's, this was the first time I really felt like I was making an entrance. I was still kind of wobbly on my new platforms, but I slowed down and swayed as I walked across the room. Ken and Daddy's eyes never left me as I walked up to the bed, bent over, and set my paper cup on the nightstand. I was really enjoying my newfound power over men. Bill Peters - The Portrait Shoot The Churches weren't much help either. Just when the opposition was starting to coalesce, some high-profile preacher's daughter would show up at school with fresh cum stains on her O-blouse, and he would quickly drop out of his leadership role. Our own church had a new "Solomon's Daughters" organization designed to supervise girls during their early sexual experience, but even through Jill wanted to join I was concerned that the orgies should be limited to high school age girls, even if they were open to all. Even True Love Waits, which was still designed to promote virginity until marriage, had a new offshoot called Oral Promise. It made that promise a lot more fun to keep. I didn't recognize Jill when she walked back into the room. A little tart had gone into the makeup room, a beautiful, sophisticated woman came out. Here was a vision of what my little girl might look like on her twenty first birthday (if she was a stripper by then). Until now I'd been worried about my daughter. Now I began to worry about the erection that was starting to fill my slacks instead. "Wow", said the photographer, and he spoke for me. Jill brightened even more; it was as if the sun came out from behind a cloud. She stopped, put a hand on her hip, and slowly swayed her hips under that tiny black skirt. Her top fell off her right shoulder, but it was pulled down far enough in back to cover both her tits. Barely. I found myself starting to regret that. Jill's Portrait Shoot "OK, honey" Ken took charge. "Stand right there in front of the bed and let's get started. "Love that smile [FLASH]. Both hands on your hips now [FLASH]. Stick your right foot forward and give me a pout [FLASH]. Beautiful! Shake your head so your hair falls over your shoulders [FLASH]. That's right [FLASH]. Smile again [FLASH]. Now look right at the camera and lick those lips [FLASH]. Delicious! Drop your right arm and show us your boob [FLASH]. Wow. Hot!" "Just a minute", I said. I reached for the cup on the table, pulled out the ice, and held it against my tit [FLASH]. My tittty popped out and I switched my blouse to uncover my left tit [FLASH]. My right one poked out through the material. "Gorgeous", said Ken. [FLASH]. "Now take it off [FLASH]. Wonderful! Put your hands behind your head. Take a deep breath and push them way out!" [FLASH]. [FLASH]. This was fun! For the next few minutes Ken kept pushing for hotter and sexier poses. I was a little scared, but Daddy didn't stop me so I just did as I was told. Before I knew it my top was on the floor and I was on the bed. The camera clicked away, and my little skirt was up around my waist. I even started to play with myself, when suddenly Ken said "Mr. Peters, I want to get you into the picture. Move over to that easy chair while I set up the lights." Bill Peters - Reflections Her legs haven't changed. They've always been long. Coltish. Maybe it's the platform shoes. "Fuck me" shoes. God help me. I swear half her body is legs. And that gorgeous little pussy right at the center of it all. She isn't awkward in those platforms anymore. Her natural grace is taking over. The girl can dance. A ballerina. A stripper. Not a slut. My daughter is not a slut. What does that mean, a slut? Why is the word for a sexually enthusiastic female dirty? OK, I've always been a tit man. Small. Perky. Young, budding breasts. Lovely, hard little nipples. Why haven't I ever noticed before? She's becoming a woman. Alright then, a slut. She might be good at being a slut. Why should I stand in her way? Those legs aren't womanly yet, just long. Still, they're meant to be wrapped around a man's shoulders. That pretty little bubble-butt is sure filling out under that mini-skirt when she turns in profile. Oh no. Her blouse slipped. That is the most perfect little breast I've ever seen on a woman. Or a girl becoming a woman. Look what that hunk of ice did to her tit. Half an inch long at least. She is not a slut. A thirteen year-old girl is still an innocent angel no matter how she acts and no matter what society tries to do to her. The Program. Ophelia Sorensen. Raging hormones. This pornographic photo studio right here in our neighborhood mall. Girls her age are what grown-ups make them. Grown-ups? Parents. Right now could be a turning point in her life. Right now she needs me to be her father; to take her by the hand just like I did at "Girlie Pop" and march her out of here. Take her home. Give her a chance at growing up to be a decent young woman, not a slut. I owe it to her. God. Just look what she's doing now. "Mr. Peters, I want to get you into the picture. Move over to that easy chair while I set up the lights." Now what? It's as hard as steel. They can't help but notice when I get up. Fuck it. I'm not missing a chance like this. Jill's Lap Dance Daddy seemed to be in a daze. He got up and followed Ken's instructions just like I did. Ken handed me a little transparent teddy from the prop closet and I slipped out of my skirt and into it. It left my pussy bare and my tits covered only by pink, transparent gauze. "Alright Mr. Peters, we're ready to start. Jill, go sit on your father's lap." Every time I sit on my daddy's lap, even when I was a little girl, he puts both my legs to one side and won't let me sit on top of his penis. This time I wasn't having it. I put one leg on either side of him and arched my back, putting my butt right in the middle of his lap. He was hard! There was no way I could miss the stiff rod between his legs sticking up almost to his belly button. I trapped it between my cheeks and rocked back and forth, stroking my ass up and down my Daddy's cock. He grabbed my waist and tried to hold me still, but a moment later I heard him moan deep in his throat, and the hands on my waist started to guide my butt up and down his dick [FLASH]. I looked straight at the camera and smiled. This was my first lap dance, and I was doing it to my own Daddy! I twisted around, still grinding my butt against him, and kissed him full on his lips. I felt his mouth open and his tongue come into my mouth. Ken kept snapping away, so I turned slightly to give him a better shot of my bare pussy. I felt my daddy's hand cup my breast, and twisted back slightly so it would show in the photo, too. I wasn't thinking anymore, I was just letting my pussy do my thinking for me. The hand on my breast started pinching my nipple, and I lost control. I slide off my Daddy's lap onto the floor without being told and scrambled around in front of him on all fours. I reached for his belt. His knees came apart and I knelt between them. His eyes opened, and with a fevered look he reached for the back of my head. I barely had time to unzip his pants before he forced his dripping cock into my mouth. I didn't know until later that the photographer had taken his camera off the tripod and moved around to my left side, where he was still snapping away, recording every moment of our first sex act. I had never had a grown man's cock in my mouth before. I opened as wide as I could, but I gagged as the head hit the entrance to my throat. He pulled back for a moment, and I looked up at him pleadingly. I thought he was going to let me catch my breath, but instead he thrust forward again, holding the back of my head with both hands, and his cock slid right down into my throat! I gagged again, but as he pulled back I was amazed to feel my pussy explode in an orgasm of fireworks that would dim the fourth of July. It was weird, because there was nothing touching my pussy at all, and yet she was cumming like crazy just because I had my Daddy's cock down my throat! He knew it, too. He kept thrusting away, forcing his little girl to deep throat, then at last holding me at the summit of my orgasm while we both lost track of reality. He didn't take his turn until he knew that I was well and truly satisfied. Then, just as I felt his first spurt way down my throat, he pulled out his massive cock and delivered two more in my mouth before spewing the rest of his huge load all over my face, hair, and shoulders. Epilogue Bill Peters I still question the wisdom of "The Program", but is has taught me one important life lesson. A baby daughter is the best thing a man could ask for. She's a joy to care for and protect, but the day will come when nature takes its course and your little girl becomes a young woman. It's hard to give up being her protector, but there's no stopping time. The only real choice is whether to fight the inevitable or help it along. Jill was always an angel, but deep down inside that angel's pussy were budding feelings which were always going to make her a slut. You can hold her back a while, but all you achieve is to take precious time away from your little girl and leave her lonely and frustrated when she could be happy and fucking. I'm just glad I was there to help her find fulfillment. Jill And that's the story of how my Daddy taught me how to really suck cock and made me the most popular girl in seventh grade. After his monster cock it was easy to take any of the boys in school deep down my throat. I won't say that I haven't had other older men, but my Daddy never touched me again after that day. That was two years ago. I'm in ninth grade now, and school is more fun than ever! I was voted Oral Sex Princess and Class Slut three years in a row, and I'm planning to make my High School career one that will be remembered right along with Karen Wagner. In eighth grade CBS TV did a documentary about our school called Jill's Class. They filmed me and my classmates for eight weeks. Then Vivid Video made a movie out of the dirty parts, and for a while I was more famous than Ophelia Sorenson! The "Program Girls" series has saved the big pornography studios from disappearing due to competition from the web. I made over $250,000 from direct payments alone. My grades are awful, but it doesn't matter because the new Program rules say girls can't be held back as long as their sexual development stays above grade level. When I think about how wonderful my life is I know I have to thank Daddy for it. That one day of back-to-school shopping changed my life forever. I can't believe how scared and shy I was before daddy helped me shake off all those little-girl ideas and learn to enjoy my pussy. There's one very special picture hanging in the foyer of our home, and on the Wall of Honor at school. It's the first thing you see when you come to our house. It shows my smiling face all covered with sperm and the guilty cock just an inch from my lips. Neither Daddy nor I will tell whose cock it is, but if you look closely near the bottom, you can just make out: "Sears Portrait Studio" -- What a wonderful world it is that has girls in it! - Robert Heinlein

Becca Obeys by Ratios Part 5: Clothes come off, Becca gets hornier, dark fantasies abound. Short skirt, no panties, out in public. Surely some mental malady had come over me. Monique looked lost in thought for a moment after I removed my underwear, tapping her finger on her lips, and then dug in her bag for her wallet. Pulling a credit card from it, she passed it to Deeta and pointed at the electronic menu on the table that could be used to call the waitstaff or to pay the bill. "Take care of the check, D. I have an idea for Bex, but we might need to get out of here in a hurry if she goes along with it." This statement drew a shrug from Deeta but filled me with dread. What kind of idea would mean that we might have to flee from the restaurant? "Bex, pick up those panties again and then spin to your left so you're straddling the bench," she commanded me, silently nudging Sasha to stand up from the seat behind her. While Monique moved to the other end of the table-length bench and got out her phone camera, I picked up my underwear again and then hesitantly lifted my leg up to do as she asked. Once done, I was sitting with a leg on each side of the bench facing Monique. With my skirt tucked in, and my underwear freshly removed, there was no barrier between my naked pussy and Monique's camera lens and I shivered at the thought. "Perfect! I can see your naked butt on the seat. Spread your legs as much as you can. There you go! Now lean back against the railing and hold those panties up. Higher. Higher still. Beautiful!" Deeta finished paying at the table kiosk and then the table watched in rapt attention while I allowed myself to be put on my most lurid display yet. Directly in front of me, Monique happily snapped away for a moment before lowering her phone. "You know, we've seen tits, and we've seen vag, but we haven't seen the whole package yet. Why don't we just take care of checking that final box now." Her vague order was delivered as casually as a suggestion to move a couch a bit to the right so that it fit into the pattern of a room a bit better. Just get essentially naked outside at a restaurant that's not far from where you live. Just a minor thing, no big deal. Doing my level best not to turn my head so that I didn't have to see how the rest of the group or, God forbid, the patrons of the restaurant, might be looking at me, I revealed the last hidden bit of myself. With my shaking left hand, I pulled the tucked ends of the shawl to the side in my skirt waistband to give me slack and then let the garment fall to the side of my breasts. "Nice," I heard Deeta comment to the side, but my focus was on Monique and the constant flashes of her phone. "Smile, B. Everyone can see you're loving this. Your snatch is drooling on the bench." Attempting to force a smile on my face, I wasn't sure whether I succeeded or whether I just presented the camera with my most pleasant grimace. There really wasn't any more I could do to show enthusiasm with as much anxiety as was coursing through my veins. Then, an idea came to me on a whim and I found myself acting on it before I could stop myself, flinging my sodden panties back over my shoulder into the street behind me. Did I throw them into some unlucky passerby's face? Did they splat on some stranger's car windshield, leaving a greasy smear? Did a dozen people watch in horror as I made my blind toss? I had no idea, and not knowing scared me so much that I almost came on the spot. The idea of throwing away one of my few remaining articles of clothing while so far away from any sort of privacy made me feel like the bench beneath me was vibrating and I moaned quietly while Monique continued to document my utter foolishness. As far as my outfit for the day was concerned, my shirt, bra, panties, and two socks were now gone, with one miniaturized skirt, a borrowed shawl, and two shoes that were still at Monique's house across town remaining. It wasn't clear to me whether I was rooting to be dressed at the end of the night or to be completely laid bare before those who knew me best. It's not my place to decide, I rationalized. I am a feather at the mercy of the wind. "Gals, we gotta go," Nicky suddenly hissed. All of our eyes turned to the door of the bar where a woman who looked like a manager was standing, talking to a waitress that was pointing in our direction. In unison, we all hopped up and grabbed our stuff, moving calmly yet quickly towards the exit. In an act of mercy for which I will be eternally grateful, Monique paused a step to reach back and tug the front of my skirt free so that it fell down over my now bare pussy. Taking this as temporary permission to cover up during our escape, I pulled the shawl tight across my chest as well, looking sheepishly at the bar employees and patrons as if to apologize for forcing them to view my shameful lady parts. The patio had a one way gate leading to stairs down to the street so we filed out that way, purposefully avoiding the manager and waitress who monitored our departure with their eyes narrowed in displeasure. Once on the street, Sasha led us left, then right at the next pair of intersections before we slowed from our fast walk and paused under a streetlamp in front of a closed donut shop. Monique had lagged behind but caught up at this point. Now, separated from the potential dangers of the angry Speedway staff, we all formed a loose circle and looked around the group to gauge each other's reactions. Deeta was the first to start giggling and I, feeling slightly off my rocker, soon joined her. The rest of the group followed behind immediately after. "Becca... Baby B.... Bestie... You're frigging nutso. Did you know that?," Nicky asked, still fighting back laughter. Slapping me on the back, Deeta came to my defense. "This bad bitch has bigger balls than ninety nine percent of the men I've met." Glancing at me sideways, her eyes never made it up past my chest. The smile dropped off her face for just a second before returning twice as big, and she adding, "And MUCH nicer boobs, too." When I started laughing, I had hunched forward a bit and put my hands on my thighs to hold me up, but this meant I had also let go of the shawl. Leaned forward as I was, I realized that this meant that anyone to my sides would have an unobstructed view of my breasts hanging off my chest. Straightening up, I blushed and looked away from Deeta, but made no effort to tuck my shawl tighter into my skirt waist, stoically keeping my hands at my sides. She must have noticed as she began making a game of flicking the edge of the shawl to see if she could get it to expose me further as I did my best to protect myself solely by turning or walking away. The others laughed along with this contest, even going as far as beginning to root for Deeta or I. She followed me in circles around the other three members of the group; me glowing in embarrassment, with her batting at my shawl or the bottom of my skirt and laughing. After a few moments of Deeta not getting very far, Sasha glanced at the time and sighed. "Not to be a buzzkill, ladies, but as fun as this evening has been for us, and doubly so for Becca, I'm sure, it's getting late and we should probably get back." This drew grumbles from Nicky and Monique and a raspberry from Deeta, but the group acquiesced and started moving in the general direction of Monique's house. At this time of night, the streets were mostly quiet, and now I was mostly covered anyway, so the journey back was much less eventful than the walk to the bar. Fatigue must have truly been setting in at this point as there was little chatter between us outside of the occasional, "Hey, do you remember the look on that guy's face when Becca..." type comment, reminiscing about events that had only just occurred minutes or hours ago. Three blocks after we started walking, the wind managed to blow the left side of the shawl off my shoulder, and my left breast came completely free. Still full of adrenaline, I said nothing and made no move to re-cover myself, but it was a full half a minute before Sasha, the closest walker to me, became the first to notice. Without saying anything to the rest of the group, she gave me a small smile but kept glancing at my face and my chest as we walked. I couldn't quite interpret the look on her face as she watched me but it seemed almost... jealous? It wasn't long until Deeta noticed as well and called a halt to our walking, eying my body with a hungry look. Glancing up and down the dark side street we were on to confirm there were no other pedestrians, she approached to stand just in front of me. "Bex, if you want to go tits out, you might as well do it right," she chided with a teasing look, framing it as if I had done this on purpose. Wait, had I done this on purpose? It had just... happened, and I had not fixed it. That wasn't the same thing, right? Grabbing the shawl from around my neck, she removed it completely, taking a moment to examine my breasts up close, but just with her eyes. Without being asked to do so, my mind played a scene of Deeta leaning down to take one of my nipples into her mouth to lick and suck on, and my knees suddenly felt weak. Meanwhile, the real Deeta kept a respectful distance. Once she was satisfied with ogling my bare chest, she twisted the shawl into more of a scarf and hung it around the back of my neck again, crossing it in front of my neck, well above my boobs, and then feeding it under my arms. She then pulled each of my wrists back behind me and put one end of the shawl in each of my hands before stepping back to admire her work. The effect was simple. Nothing covered my breasts, and the way the shawl was threaded kept my arms back and my chest thrust out. This went beyond just exposure; in this position I was inviting the world to look at me. Smiling and puffed up as she was, Deeta definitely looked proud of her work. "Let's do a test. Let go of the shawl and lift your arms a bit." I did so and the shawl fell down and unfurled naturally, covering both of my breasts as it did so. "Perfect!," she exclaimed before twisting the shawl and pulling it behind my back again. "There, you can stay this way 'til we get back. You're not to let go of the ends of that shawl unless you see an angry authority figure running at you." Until we get back. We were still fifteen minutes from Monique's house; with that far to go, we were bound to pass at least a few people on the way. My head swam at the possibilities and my heart started racing again. This couldn't possibly be a good idea, could it? Fifteen minutes. It's only fifteen minutes. You can do this, I encouraged myself in my head. The idea of walking alongside a topless woman obviously didn't concern any of the other women as much as it did me, and none of them took issue with Deeta's plan. Quite the opposite, Monique even decided to pile on to my hesitation. "I wonder...," she announced cryptically, moving behind me, I felt a tug on my skirt as the back was pulled up and out repeatedly. Monique kept lifting, twisting, and tugging until the entire bottom hem of the already ridiculously short skirt had raised several inches and all of the slack in the fabric had been bundled up in the back. I felt her press the bundle into one of my hands alongside one end of the shawl and then she joined Deeta in front to appraise me. Nodding their heads and grinning like madwomen, they fistbumped and pulled out their cameras to take pictures. Gulping to swallow my anxiety, I looked down at my front for the first time since Deeta stopped the group and confirmed that what I feared to be true was my new reality. While I was technically still wearing the shawl and my skirt, they had essentially been converted into a scarf and a belt, both serving more to accentuate my nudity rather than to hide it. With my naked breasts thrust forward and my pussy presented from pubic hair to perineum, my privates were no longer private in any way. Sure, I could just let go with my hands and I would theoretically be 'fully' covered again, but I knew that wasn't going to happen unless we had an emergency. Just a few short hours previously, I had been scared stiff at the idea of accidentally flashing this small group of friends my underwear. Now, I was naked on a public street, my pussy dripping down my leg and my nipples pointing forward in steely hardness, all in horrible anticipation of the journey ahead. Fifteen minutes, I repeated in my head. Just survive the next fifteen minutes. Putting their phones away, Deeta commented, "Bex, you are sex on two legs, girl. How have you not found some boy or girl to scoop you up and treat you like the queen you are?" "Because you can't get hit on if you don't leave the house," Nicky chimed in. "I've been telling her for years, but her mom and dad have convinced her that she's a delicate flower that would get bent by the first breeze that came by if she goes outside." "I would definitely bend her over...," Deeta whispered out loud, causing me to stare at her in open mouthed shock. When she noticed, she looked shocked herself and she shoved a hand over her mouth, but then pulled it away grinning and staring at me. "Holy shit, I did not mean for other people to hear that. I guess I did think it really loudly though... I guess that's just something for you to consider," she teased, running a finger down my bare arm and giving me goosebumps. There was absolutely no chance that I would be able to somehow not consider it. Probably while touching myself in my dorm room later. What the hell was she doing to my head? Fifteen minutes. Just fifteen minutes. The thought gave me strength to continue standing. Deeta didn't push on her offer, though, instead choosing to head off down the street, waving for everyone else to follow along. "Let's keep heading back, ladies. Remember, Becca here is embarrassingly nude, so we should probably not dawdle." Looking confused, Monique called to Deeta, "Yo, D, my place is left, not straight." Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Deeta spun without stopping walking and replied, "I know, I'm just taking the scenic route. Should only add a few minutes. Ten or twenty at most." Fifteen min- wait, what? Whimpering, I followed after, moving further and further away from safety rather than closer to it, the wet squishing sound of my thighs rubbing together as I walked ringing like bells in my ears. Putting one foot in front of the other became my sole focus in life. Keep your eyes on the ground. Don't look up. If you can't see strangers seeing every inch of you, you can't feel shame so hard it makes you want to curl up into a ball on the ground and cum until you're unconscious. The beams of a pair of powerful LED headlights from a passing car burned towards me like the rays of an angry sun and I reflexively squeezed my eyes shut to block them out. Walking in blindness for several steps had the unfortunate side effect of breaking my visual focus on the repetitive shuffling of my feet, allowing my imagination, fueled by rampant horniness, to immediately seize the wheel. Who might be driving the car that was fully illuminating my nude form in all of its glory? The dean of my university, ready to expel me? My furious parents, ready to disown me? Father Johnathan, the kindly priest who had baptized me nearly two decades prior and had preached to our congregation back home ever since, ready to excommunicate me? My hometown was only ninety minutes away, so it was not impossible that the passing car could contain the leader of my local church. Imagining the look of shock on Father Jonathan's face as he drove past me in my fantasy caused a hitch in my step and so I stopped walking temporarily. For reasons I couldn't explain, I planted my feet apart much wider than they needed to be and blindly waited for the car to approach. In my mind, my elderly town priest was behind the wheel, so enchanted by the sight of my naked body that he would surely veer off of the road and crash into a ditch in his distraction. Becca, the devil temptress, my nude body acting as my siren song, causing good men to crash upon the rocks around me. The thought caused me to go weak in the knees and I knew I had to stop myself from fantasizing further. Forcing my eyes open, I tried to disprove my fantasy by seeing who was actually driving the car, only to find that the vehicle and its industrial strength headlights had already passed me by. Those obnoxiously bright high beams had moved on to shine on some other, more preferable naked women that must be wandering around further down the road behind me. The car hadn't even paused in its journey, with the spots in my eyes being the only legacy it left behind. No angry or disappointed adults had jumped from the car to accost me. No martyrs driving the car had sacrificed themselves upon the altar of my sinful body. They hadn't even given me so much as a slow-down-and-stare. The thought came unbidden to mind: Some people are so boring. A nervous giggle escaped from my mouth at the inappropriate thought and I felt myself stand up just a little taller. Realizing I was still poised there, presenting myself to an unknown driver that was now long gone, I glanced at the grinning faces of the women around me and forced myself to resume my walk of shame, returning my focus to my feet once again. Without having to discuss it verbally, the ladies had formed a loose diamond around me, each paying attention in a different outward direction, all ready for action in case trouble should approach their vulnerable, naked friend. Had I noticed at the time, I'm sure I would have been greatly appreciative and felt much safer in my nudity, but I was a bit distracted at the time and didn't recognize their protectiveness until I thought back on the night later. A bit of distraction was perfectly understandable given my situation, I feel, so I didn't beat myself up about not giving my whole attention to outward situation awareness at the time. One foot in front of the other. Step by step. Just keep moving. Every step is a step towards being done with all of this. Whatever you do, make sure that you ignore the rhythmic squishing sound of your damp thighs pressing against each other every step. Right foot. *Squish* Left foot. *Squash* ... Holy fuck, I needed to cum again! Grimacing, and in need of a release I couldn't possibly achieve in the middle of a city street, I decided to count my steps instead. Anything to avoid thinking about where I was and what I was doing. I did pretty well for myself, too, I would say, and got as high as one hundred and eighty six before the world intervened to focus me on my exposure once again. "Nice tits! Wanna see what I'm packing?" The unexpected shout pulled me back to reality in an instant and it only took a second to find the source: an older scruffy looking guy, laughing and walking on the opposite side of the street. The presumptive shouter had his hips thrust out and he was groping the crotch of his pants in my direction. Having stopped in place to stare at him, I wondered how I was supposed to respond to his entreaty. That's when he started walking towards us, his hand still on the bulge in his pants, never taking his leering eyes off my chest. Suddenly, there were hands on my shoulders as Sasha and Deeta urged me forward, away from the aggressive guy. Nicky and Monique lagged behind to shout reprimands and curses back at him, ensuring that he didn't follow us, and their language made me blush; a hard feat considering my otherwise situation. A few seconds later, the ladies guiding me and I had rounded a corner and, twenty seconds later, the other two caught up. We continued moving quickly down the street, presumably keeping a faster pace than before to get us further away from the man, while I processed my first catcalling. "Don't worry, Bex. We'll be off the street soon. Don't let Dick-For-Brains back there kill your nudie vibe." Deeta's reassurances weren't exactly necessary. My body's reaction to the brief interaction with the man was completely unexpected... and not entirely negative. Deep down I realized that I kind of wish we had stuck around so that he could say more to me. Call out my nudity further and verbally humiliate me for it. Let me know how much of a stupid slut he thought I was. Comment on my body like it was an object for his entertainment. Cross the street, shove me down, and show me what I was worth, whether I wanted him to or not. That last thought triggered some alarm bells in my mind and I quickly shook myself out of my fantasies again. Thinking back on Nicky and I at the restaurant, I seriously wondered if my brain, or at least the sensible part of it, really was shutting down over time as more and more of my energy was funneled towards my needy pussy. In the last ten minutes I've imagined a priest getting into a car accident staring at me naked and having a scummy guy off the street force himself on me. Yeah, my brain is definitely in Stupid Horny Overdrive mode. Something had to be done, and there wasn't much I could do about it while on the street like this. Biting my lip, I decided to ask for help. The thought of doing so made my need grow even more. "Um... Ladies?" The group slowed down a bit and then Deeta pulled us off the sidewalk into the door alcove of a closed shop. Everybody looked at me expectantly and so I looked at the floor. "You alright, Becca?," Nicky asked, concerned. "Funny you should ask that," I replied nervously. "I, uh, think you might have been right earlier... You know, in the bathroom at the bar before you got me off?" When Nicky's gaze immediately flickered to the confused faces of the other women in the group, I recalled the last thing that she had said to me before leaving me alone in said bathroom. We were never supposed to talk about this again. As realization of what I had just said dawned on me, Monique started laughing, Deeta pointed and shouted, "HA," and Sasha covered her open, surprised mouth. Literally face palming, Nicky stood there shaking her head at nobody in particular. "Becca...," she chided in a tired voice. "Oh, shit. I mean, before I got myself off," I attempted to back pedal, feeling awful, but the group was not having it. Nicky and my reactions to my foolish words were too telling for me to put this particular cat back into the bag. Giggling giddily and literally bouncing up and down in place with excitement, Deeta grabbed Nicky's arm. "I didn't know you were bi! Howd'ja do it? Clit flicking? A bit of 'come here' for the ole G-spot? Did you bend her over? C'mon, spill it, sister." Pulling Deeta away from Nicky, I held my Indian friend in place to stop her exuberant wiggling and hastily tried to perform some damage control. "No, no, no! It wasn't like that. It was detached and depersonalized. Like she was an ER doctor and I was a patient suffering from, like... acute orgasm withdrawal or something. She only fingered me long enough for me to cum on her hand once because I was being dumb." "BECCA! Stop talking!," Nicky shouted in exasperation. "O M G, that's so hot!," Deeta laughed, waggling her eyebrows and adding, "You know, Nicky. I'm feeling a bit pent-up, myself, if your clinic is still open." "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. This is what I get for being a good friend." Nicky just rolled her eyes at all of us and turned around and stood there with her arms crossed. "A really good friend, you mean," Monique teased. This earned Monique an over-the-shoulder raspberry from Nicky. At this point, Sasha, having regained her composure, put a hand on my arm and, thankfully, came to my rescue. "Becca, you presumably brought up your orgasm in the bathroom at the bar for a reason. Do you want to expand on that?" Grateful for the not-really-a-change-of-subject, I sighed and made my ask. "Sooo... Uh, in the bathroom at Speedway, Nicky theorized, in a completely platonic and friendly way that was in no way lesbianish-," Nicky facepalmed again at this, "-that, uh, being really horny makes me stupid. Based on some thoughts I've had recently... and, now that I think about it, the fact that I'm walking down the street naked... I think that she might be right. Needing to, uh, get off too badly makes me an, uh, *gulp* a dumb slut." Seeing the shocked looks on everyone but Nicky's faces, I quickly added, "Dumb slut in a not-bad way! Like, maybe I wanna be a dumb slut, or something? But not too dumb. I'm not trying to attack myself..." Crap. Had that come out wrong? More specifically, had any part of it come out right? Then Deeta was hugging me tight enough to lose my grip on my skirt and shawl. The pressure of her clothed body against my naked one was enough to prevent my garments from falling back into place, however. "Oh, Bex. You poor, confused girl..." she whispered to me. Not knowing what to do with my arms, I kept them awkwardly at my sides for the first couple of seconds, and then just sort of patted her back after that. After a bit, she released me and stepped back and Monique spoke up. "Sure, you're naked on a public street, and, sure, your little kitty is drooling down your leg, and, sure, you've let us talk you out of almost all of your clothes through the night, but that doesn't mean you're stupid. Just really gullible, maybe," she laughed. "And deeply sexually repressed," Sasha contributed. "Definitely a closet exhibitionist, too," Deeta chimed in. Watching me gather the material of my skirt and shawl behind me once again without having been told to do so, pulling them away from my body and ensuring that I continued to remain on full display, she giggled again and added, "Well, maybe not that closeted any more." Realizing what she had just watched me do, I wondered to myself why exactly I had done it and blushed once again, turning away from her, mumbling, "Uh, thanks, I guess..." "And don't worry about any of us slut-shaming you," Monique continued. "Deeta's been part of the group since Day One and we barely give her any shit at all for the fact that you can always see her thongs sticking out of her skinny jeans, or the way she flashes her tongue stud at other women in class, or the way-" A playful shove from Deeta interrupted that thought. "What my entitled friend is vainly trying to shout down from the top of her oh-so-tall ivory tower is that we don't judge here." Shoving back at Deeta, Monique kept most of her attention on me. "Right, no judgment. Maybe a teeeeensy bit of teasing, but that's all." Deeta snorted at the emphasis on the word teensy but didn't comment further. Sasha was nodding along but was silent during this discussion. Nicky had turned around and was still avoiding eye contact with me, but looked a little calmer now that the conversation had shifted away from my mistaken revelation about the fact that she had diddled me. No judgment from my friends. Well, that was reassuring at least, but I realized that I had not gotten my original point across very well. A deep breath and clarification was necessary here. I couldn't believe what I was about to request, but my yearning was too great to not ask for it. "I appreciate the acceptance but, uh, that kind of wasn't my point. What I meant to say was..." Gulping, I squished my slicked thighs together and forced myself to continue. "I'm horny, I'm desperate, and I'm imagining some crazy stuff. I think I really, really need to cum. Like, real soon, before I do something really stupid." The shoving match between Monique and Deeta stopped and everyone, including Nicky, turned to look at me once again. Waving everyone back from me, Deeta stepped directly in front of me smiling and loudly stated, "I volunteer as tribute!" Everyone in the group except me began to laugh as I felt myself turning tomato colored at the statement. "NO!," I shouted, maybe a little too forcefully, as Deeta actually took a step back and stopped laughing. Quickly clarifying, I continued, "I mean, I don't need help this time. I just need a little privacy, maybe." Nodding to herself, Deeta clapped and announced, "Okay, team! New plan - it's the same as the old plan, just slightly faster. Let's go to the park!" After finishing her cryptic statement, she grabbed my hand and started walking down the street again, now at an even quicker pace. The rest of the group formed up around me again and we made several quick turns down dark streets until we hit the edge of Vanderbilt Park, the large green space that ran a several city block wide corridor between the river and the town for a couple of miles. The park would be closed now, as it was after sunset, but I could still see the paths inside were well-lit. "The plan was always to go through the park to get back to 'Nique's. I figure there's less cops and less traffic in there, so Nature Girl gets to be naked for longer, and it's less risky overall." Still pulling on my hand, she led us into the park at a fast walk, zigging and zagging down a few of the concrete walking trails, constantly glancing around as if looking for something in particular. Being naked in the park felt... different somehow. In town, my nudity was at constant risk of discovery by the general public. That knowledge of that risk made the experience far more stressful, but also made me constantly aware of my humiliating situation, and thus kept me.. well, I'll just call it drippy down below. Here in the park, hours after dark, there were probably no other people around at all, and thus the pressure of potentially being seen, at least by anyone who hadn't already been seeing me in my current state for some time now, was lessened. Wandering in the quiet amongst the plants and trees, my nakedness just felt more... natural? Tranquil, even. Like, my nudity was at home here. As if I could forget that clothes were ever an option. There were tall trees, covered in vines. Grass growing up to waist height off the sides of the path in places. The air felt damp, and earthy, and alive. We passed sweet smelling bushes covered in little white flowers. Was that honeysuckle? Or was honeysuckle just the only flowering bush name I knew? Didn't matter. It was honeysuckle in my mind and I began to feel like I was one with the forest. Breathing deep, smiling and calm for the first time in quite a while, I embraced my newfound serenity for a peaceful few minutes as we silently made our way through the park, following Deeta's hurried pace. Then, we arrived at our destination. The clearing we stopped in was back off the main concrete walkway a ways and, to get to it, we had to divert down a narrow path made only of dirt that squished between my toes and gave me slight background anxiety of how filthy I was going to be after this unhinged evening was over. The thought struck me that fearing dirt wasn't very one-with-nature of me, so I pushed the worry aside. On one side of the small, grassy space was a dilapidated wooden gazebo, covered in spray painted graffiti, with holes in its roof. On the other side, there was a curved-back wooden bench supported by two thick metal poles that stuck into the ground. The entirety of the clearing was hidden from the main path to the point that none of the light from the well spaced lamps in the park reached us. If not for the nearly full moon and clear sky, we probably wouldn't have been able to see each other, though we were all only an arm's length apart. "Tada!," announced Deeta, holding her arms out wide and spinning around. The rest of us looked around in confusion, then at each other, then finally at Deeta. "Huh?," Monique asked, mirroring the rest of our thoughts. "Bex wanted privacy, right? Well, here we go. This super hot goth chick I met at the beginning of the semester brought me here to get high and do other things-," she said this part huskily and winked at me, "-a few times and we never saw another soul. I figure it's a perfect spot for B to get that O she's chasing." Oh. Right. I had asked to be given an opportunity to masturbate. The idea of vocalizing such a naughty request to multiple other people felt so foreign to me now, though I recalled having been desperate enough to make the plea only ten scant minutes prior. Didn't everyone else in the group know I was one with nature and at peace with the world now? Or maybe I had just lost enough horniness since I escaped the view of the public and stopped thinking about my nakedness that I was thinking slightly more lucidly and taking in my surroundings better. All I knew was that, at that moment, the need was gone, I was quickly drying out down below, and I wished that I had never spoken up. Exiting my inner thoughts for a moment to take stock, I found the other four women looking at me intently. Deeta had pulled out her phone and flicked on her flashlight app, shining it on me and making me momentarily squint and hold up a hand to cover my eyes. Before I fully regained my sight, I felt my hand being taken in somebody else's. Without seeing the person, I realized that I could tell that it was Deeta's, completely by feel, and I wondered what to do with that knowledge. She pulled me forward and led me blindly through the dark, as I blinked to clear my spotty vision. When we stopped, the shawl was gently pulled from around my neck until I no longer felt any contact with it. There was then gentle, but persistent tugging on one side of my skirt until it began to slide down my legs, falling to pool on the grass at my feet. Having made the full transition from effectively nude to fully nude, I was bodily spun around and pushed backwards, leaving the skirt behind on the ground. After a couple of steps, the back of my knees hit something thin and cool, causing them to buckle, and then I found myself sitting on the wooden bench. The wood was cold, rough, and disturbingly sticky in spots. Knowing I would have a panic attack if I tried to consider what filth may have been layered on my seat over the years, and was now attaching itself upon my bare skin, I steadfastly refused to think about it. From behind the shining light of her phone, I heard Deeta say, "All right, horse: you've been led to water. Get your drink on." Squinting past Deeta's phone light, I saw Nicky, Monique, and Sasha all watching me with looks of earnest curiosity on their faces. Trying to glimpse Deeta's face, I couldn't see past the bright light, but it was then that I noticed that there was a tiny red dot next to the source of the beam that meant that the phone wasn't actually in flashlight mode; it was in video recording mode. Of course it was. Then I realized: they all thought I wanted this, and they marveled at the spectacle in front of them. In a brief flash of clarity, I saw myself as the camera, as the women around me might. A wannabe-nudist, laid back on a filthy bench in the middle of a public park, surrounded and filmed by women that she respected, and who had respected her up until a few hours ago. A crazy girl who had practically begged to be allowed to perform an extremely private, compromising action for their entertainment, and was now about to do so, on camera, just for kicks. Never mind that I had actually been asking to be given privacy, not only from the public, but from my friends as well, to perform my shameful act. Never mind that I no longer felt as I had before. Never mind the fact that I thought I might be going insane with all the conflicting fears and desires in my head. They had an expectation of me, and I was nobody if not a person who catered to the whims of others. It was the thought of giving in and masturbating for my friends, putting on the most humiliating display of my life, willingly and perhaps even enthusiastically degrading myself for their and my pleasure, that did it. I saw it in my head, knowing it would be recorded, knowing I wouldn't be able to stop myself from watching it again and again when I touched myself in the future, reliving my debasement over and over. Just like that, the need was back. I began to spread my legs. With my butt fully on the wide seat of the bench, my legs were only able to spread a foot or so apart before my knees hit the edge of the seat, but that was enough. The cool night air touching on the damp mess surrounding my pussy as my lower lips parted immediately let me know that my calm forest vibes had only distracted me from my lust at a surface level. The arousal had still been there, hiding itself away and biding its time in my pelvis. Now, presented to the world once again, I felt myself firmly within its grasp. Reaching a finger down, I traced the outline of my damp nethers, my fingers gliding upwards over the silky wetness of my thighs to follow the outer contours of my hairy labia majora. I was gooey. This was a new experience for me; in my entire life I had never been anywhere near as highly stimulated for such an extended period as I had been throughout the night, and there was physical evidence of that fact at my fingertips. Somewhere along the line, Monique and Sasha had joined Deeta with their phones out, recording my performance, and I was now bathed in LED light. Apparently, the normal, gradually building pace of my self exploration didn't provide the right level of entertainment for some of the group. Though I could only really see the sparkling of her blonde hair framing her face in the moonlight, I clearly heard Monique comment in her typical catty style, "Scared to take care of yourself, Bex? Do you need Nicky to get in there and scratch your itch for you again?" "Oh, go sit on a pine cone," came Nicky's tart reply. "Is that how you and she did it last time?" "Make that two pine cones, one for your ass and one for your mouth." Their squabbling wasn't exactly conducive to my activities, so I closed my eyes and did my best to tune them out. Oh, boy, did that work way too well. Once my eyes were closed, my imagination took over, and my roller coaster went from slow-and-steady rise to downhill plunge in just seconds. What if it wasn't just the study group ladies watching me right now? What if a bunch of my classmates had been getting high out here and had hid when they heard us coming, and now they were watching from the shadows, getting unbelievably horny from my debauchery? Would they stay content to just watch? Were they awaiting their moment to jump out of the shadows and ravish me? Make me their bitch? Steal away my virginity like they had stolen my privacy? Force me to service them all until I was used up and discarded like the trash littering the ground around me? My hand was moving faster now, but I didn't feel like I was putting on a good enough show for all the guys watching in my head. Sitting primly, legs a bit apart, mine was the position of a respectable, responsible girl touching herself in the privacy and safety of her bedroom, but that was not who I really was. Good girls didn't walk around naked, or screw themselves in front of crowds. My fantasies revealed the real me: a dumb slut who performed for the amusement of others. A dumb slut's hopes and dreams and autonomy are of no importance; a dumb slut is an object to be used for the amusement of others. My dark fantasies wanted me to show myself to the world as I really was, laid bare for their pleasure. In service of this goal, I sank down into the bench and pulled my feet up onto the seat, planting them framing my butt so that my legs formed a giant M. Now, I was as I should be, with nothing on my body hidden to anyone who might be watching. There was a steady stream of my juices drooling down from around the two fingers I was wildly thrusting into my gaping and inflamed pussy. Those juices were sliding down the crack of my ass, past my winking asshole, and adding to the stickiness of the bench beneath me. In that moment, I hoped that they left a stain that would serve as a permanent, perverse record of my shameful time here. Perhaps I could come back and affix my name and photo on a plaque below the stain so that generations hence could know who and what I was and what I had done. Thoughts of fame caused my fantasy to shift and expand. What if Deeta wasn't just filming me? What if she was streaming me on some porn site? It wasn't just a small crowd that was watching, it was thousands or millions of people around the world. Or maybe I was live on some social media site, tagged with my real account information, happily putting my wanton actions on display not just for strangers, but for everyone I had ever known or would ever know, enshrined in digital permanence, forever and ever. The dark visions in my head were spiraling and becoming more depraved, but I couldn't help but to allow myself to be pulled inexorably deeper. Somewhere along the line I started talking to my imagined viewers, my mouth spewing forth a wash of disconnected babbling that I had no control over. Apologizing to everyone I knew for letting them down and becoming a dirty slut. Begging to be seen, to be remembered for my degeneracy. Announcing that I, Becca Hall, was worthless trash that anyone could and should use me for their own devices. Speeding heedlessly towards my finish, I gave in and let the tide of my inner perversion carry me towards the edge. While repeating over and over that I was a stupid slut, I was seconds from climax when I felt a hand gently place itself over my free hand that was gripping the bench edge for stability. In an instant, my eyes opened and the fantasy retreated. Kneeling in front of me was Deeta, holding my hand in both of hers. Gone was her phone and it's blinding light so I could clearly see the look of concern on her face. The look was short lived, however; apparently some combination of my self-directed verbal abuse and or mental distance had caused her anxiety and, when she saw that I was back from whatever dangerous place to which my mind had carried me, a smile of relief spread across her face. Despite the distraction of her touch, my other hand had never slowed in its work. Looking into Deeta's hazel eyes, and seeing her smile, my orgasm finally overtook me and I squeezed her hands as I came so hard that I thought I might break. For the second time that evening, my arousal flooded out of me in fluid form, soaking the wrist and palm of my active hand. When I yanked my fingers out of myself in reflex, the arc of liquid satisfaction sprayed several inches away from my body to water the indifferent grass below before, finally, my fire spent itself completely. Luckily for her, Deeta was positioned to my left and was spared the indecency of getting painted with my juices, but I nonetheless began to feel guilty when the realization of what I had just done began to creep in. Silence reigned in the clearing for several seconds while Sasha and then Monique's phone lights shut off and darkness returned. "Wow," whispered Deeta, squeezing my hand one more time before letting go. "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life!" Not sure how to respond to that, I remained silent and tried to catch my breath while simultaneously pushing down the feeling of sinfulness trying to overwhelm me. "You should totally do an OnlyFans or something. You're a fucking natural," advised Monique, but I wasn't sure if she was teasing or not. Her hand still on mine, Deeta told me, "I stopped vidding you halfway through when you started beating yourself up about everything, but, from that fountain finish, it looks like that might have been all part of the way you jill. Was it as good for you as it looked?" Embracing the truth, and still operating with minimal filter after my massive orgasm, I admitted, "Um, yeah... It was pretty phenomenal. I'm not even sure where my mind went during all of that, or what I might have said. I just kinda went with it." Smiling again, Deeta replied, "Damn! I wish I had stuck with the video then." "No worries, Lezimus Prime. We'll post ours to the forum," Monique promised, gesturing between herself and Sasha, who nodded in confirmation. "You can stroke your kitty to the recordings all night if you want." It was hard to tell in the dark, but I was pretty sure that Deeta was blushing furiously again. I felt her hand on mine, just lightly touching, and she asked in a hopeful voice, "Becca... You're okay with that, right? Like, being out here and having fun being all naked and free is one thing, but I don't want to perve on you behind your back..." Another woman was asking my permission to pleasure herself to a video that had just been taken of me pleasuring myself. Even with my eyes open, my mind flashed back to my frightening new fantasies of being used and objectified and my pussy quivered. Without bothering to consult my brain in the process, my mouth replied in a hoarse voice, "Please, do whatever you want with the videos. The pictures too. All of it." Meeting her eyes again, I repeated, "Whatever you want." This may have been too much for her as she stood and turned away from everybody, taking a loud, deep breath before announcing, "It's time to get back ladies and gentlewomen." Approaching me again, she held out a hand to help me up off the bench. I reached out to accept her aid but then realized that I had extended the hand that I had just done my business with, so I awkwardly switched to offer my other hand instead. My legs were stiff from being held up and back for so long, but I was able to get them under me and stand. As soon as my feet hit the ground, however, I realized I was standing up onto the grass immediately in front of the bench that was covered in my squirt. A day ago, even a whisper of such a thing being a possibility would have sent me cringing into the next universe. Today, though? Without letting on what I was doing, I surreptitiously shuffled my feet under the guise of getting my circulation back, taking secret pleasure in squeezing my expelled lady cum between my toes and coating my dirty soles in it. Caught up in the moment, I turned away from everyone and took the hand I had touched myself with, still drenched in my juices, and began to rub it on my bare stomach, smearing my arousal over my belly and then chest. My breasts and nipples were next but, while rubbing them, I heard a quiet voice just behind me that made me jump. "Make sure you get your face too." Looking fearfully over my shoulder, I saw Deeta just behind me, looking at me with an expression of unbridled lust. The others of the group were already on the path and moving away, but I think that Deeta had intentionally positioned herself between me and them in case one of them happened to look back. It was just us in the clearing now. After a moment of stillness, my newly re-horny mind made several quick decisions in a row, following them up with quick action before I could stop to consider the foolishness of my actions. First, I turned to face Deeta completely, planting my feet much further apart than was necessary and keeping my free hand to my side. Next, the hand covered in my ejaculate began to creep upwards from my chest, and soon I was spreading my arousal juices over my cheeks. My nose and eyebrows I wiped with the sides of my fingers and then, driven by the desire I saw from Deeta, a whim led me to run my hand several times through my messy, tangled hair, making sure to deposit every last bit of my cum anywhere that it shouldn't belong. When I was done, I stood with my hands hung at my sides and let Deeta take in the sight of me. I couldn't tell you why I did, or at least I didn't have a reason that I was willing to admit to myself at the time, but I presented myself nonetheless. Taking advantage of my silent offer, she approached close enough that her chest almost touched mine and I could smell just a hint of some sort of fruity body wash or perfume. Covered in musk as I was, I was sure that she couldn't help but to smell me as well, but she removed all doubt completely by taking a long, deep inhale from in front of my breasts up to my forehead. "Good girl," she whispered, causing me to quiver. Her head tilted forward incrementally and I was positive that she was preparing to kiss me when Nicky called out from the trail, "You two coming?," and the moment was shattered. Stepping back, she almost stumbled over something and bent down to pick up my discarded skirt. Tossing it back to me, she whispered, "What is it that you like to call yourself? Dirty slut? I can't imagine why," and gave me a teasing wink. Chuckling to herself, she turned and walked off down the path. I was left to wonder what the hell I was doing with my life... and why I really really wanted to keep doing it.

Bella Restrained At The Club by Llorna Four friends have a night out, three wearing clothes. "It's a little over four hundred miles," Luna said, answering my question. "So we can't return the same day. Thanks for putting us up tonight." "You're welcome," I said mechanically. I poured coffee into the four cups and put them on the Lazy Suzanne. "But you reached Franklin this afternoon, and you'll leave in the morning? What's it all about?" "We just came to talk to you, Bella," said Gianna, fidgeting with her sleeve. I waited. Carter and I had settled in Franklin after we got married two months ago. Hazel, Gianna, and Luna were three of my oldest and closest friends. The week before the wedding, they'd arranged a bachelorette party for me. I was grateful to them for the trouble and expense, of course. But the party itself had been a demanding experience for me. Hazel and Gianna had wild ideas. I was still processing that night, unsure what I felt about them. "You've been busy after the wedding, of course." Hazel spoke slowly. "But we haven't spoken much since your bachelorette." "That was a pretty intense experience you arranged for me," I said. "It was shocking in so many ways." Hazel and Gianna looked at each other. "I-I hope you'll believe us, Bella," said Hazel. "We didn't plan something so awful for you." I kept quiet. Hazel had a reputation as a prankster, and Gianna was wild. Luna usually went along with them on their plans. We were meeting for the first time after my wedding. My three friends were visiting me on a weekend Carter was away for work. "We knew you couldn't..." Gianna began. "We thought you couldn't handle being naked at the party. So we'd planned to take you naked in the van and pick up all the girls. Then you'd meet William, who's such a shy guy himself." I raised an eyebrow and said nothing. "We were pretty sure," said Hazel, "That as soon as you found out there were going to be guys at the party, you'd ask for your clothes and get dressed." "I see." I kept my face and voice neutral. All three involved in arranging my bachelorette were close friends I'd known since childhood. They'd taken me to the party naked, not revealing they'd invited six of our male school friends. "Vince joined William at his house, which we didn't expect." Gianna was almost wringing her hands. "And the box with your clothes got left at Evelyn's house by mistake. It wasn't intentional, I promise you." All three looked at me anxiously. I'd been a bit cool with them since the party. The party had been great, and I did end up enjoying myself after the initial shocks. Even the forced nudity had been fun, after I got used to it. What I'd really minded was the assumption I'd be okay with attending a party naked. A party with twenty girls and guys. I looked at the three worried faces around my dining table. My heart somersaulted as I realized how they valued my friendship. "It's all right, Gina. I had a good time at the party, honestly." "So, we're fine?" asked Hazel. Her eyes were troubled as she waited. She hadn't touched her plate or her coffee. "Hazel, you're a terrible prankster," I said. "It's quite likely you planned the whole thing. Hiding the fact that guys would be at the party and keeping me naked. But it doesn't matter now." I got up and walked around the table. "I had a wonderful, memorable bachelorette. And you three driving all this way to talk to me means so much." Stopping behind Hazel, I put my hands on her shoulders. As she turned around, I kissed her. Gianna and Luna stood up, and we all hugged joyfully. * * * "You came three times on the way back, at least," Gianna said. We were having an early dinner at my place. We'd talked non-stop for an hour, catching up. Now, the talk had turned to the bachelorette party. "And everyone in the van knew, though you tried to keep your orgasms discreet." "You people are quite awful," I declared. Being naked for hours had aroused me, and on the return trip, Gianna had sat next to me, fingering my pussy to orgasms in the dark. "Well, it was a night to remember," sighed Luna. "I'm still getting messages from the gang about it. I wish we'd taken some pictures." "We decided not to, Luna," said Hazel. "And I'm grateful." I hugged Luna and Hazel to me. "Pictures tend to find their way to the net." "But you were terrific that night." Gianna did a mock salute. "Striding around on those deadly heels stark naked. No one will ever call you Bashful Bella again." I'd been given that name in high school, and it had stuck all through college. I was happy to get rid of it. "He, he, he," I giggled. "That night changed me. Pretty much nothing scares me anymore." "You were amazing, Bella," said Gianna, kissing my fingertips. "I met Vince the other day, and he said everyone's still talking about you." "I'm not sure I want to know what they're saying," I said, grinning. "It's mostly complimentary," said Luna, giggling. "But it would embarrass Carter for sure. A lot of anatomical detail." "He, he," I laughed. "Yeah, it felt strange having so many people looking at my body. But in some ways, it set me free." "Speaking of free and fettered," said Gianna. She picked up a glass bowl from the sideboard and placed it on the table before me. Luna and Hazel giggled on seeing the gleaming steel handcuffs inside. "That's a failed experiment," I said. "Carter bought them last month. He wanted to try bondage and domination." "Didn't fit you?" asked Luna. She took the handcuffs and held them up. "Seem all right." "No, they fit fine. Carter put them on me and buttoned up a coat around me. We went for a walk." I went around the table, serving seconds. Gianna asked," So what went wrong?" "Oh, it was Carter's turn next weekend, but he chickened out. Didn't want to undress." The girls sat up. "What were you wearing when he put the cuffs on you?" asked Luna. "Shoes," I said, grinning. "It was Carter's idea. The coat is knee-length, so no one could see the handcuffs. Or me." "Ooh," said Gianna. "How exciting!" "This sounds like fun!" said Hazel, grinning. "But you wanted to do unto him?" "Well, he imagined I'd get the cuffs, and he'd have the key whenever we used them." I sat down again. "I told him that's not how things work. Marriage is equal opportunity. We take turns." "Right on!" said Luna. "That was a great dinner, Bella. What are we doing tonight?" "If you're driving back tomorrow morning," I said. "Then we all go to bed early tonight. But if you stay till Sunday, I know some good nightclubs on Park street." "You want us to stay another day with you?" asked Gianna. "Truly?" "We've been friends most of our lives," I said slowly. "You played a prank, it went wrong a little, and I think I overreacted. Let's give ourselves some time together to make things good again?" "That's the most..." Hazel was unable to finish. "We'll stay?" She looked at Luna and Gianna, who both nodded. Suddenly, we were all laughing and crying as we held each other. "Tell you what," I said after we were over the emotions. "Let's all get dressed and meet in the living room at eight-thirty?" My friends hadn't brought clothes to go clubbing; I was happy to let them choose from my closet. At eight-thirty, we were all in the living room. "This is a great dress, Bella." Gianna looked at herself in the mirror. "You must look a bomb in it. But it's hanging on me. I'm too skinny." "You have a lovely, slim figure," I said. "But that dress is a bit loose for me, too. Come up and choose another? Although I don't have much else." "How about you two exchange? said Hazel. "I think what you're wearing now would fit Gina all right." "Let's try it out," I said, putting my hands behind me and running the zip down. I handed the dress to Gianna and said, "Well?" "Uh, I'll change in the dining room," said Gianna. She looked at me, standing in my bra and panties. "I'll give you this dress in a minute." "You look great, Gina," said Hazel as Gianna returned. "This one fits you much better." "Thanks," said Gianna. "Really nice of you, Bella. Here's the other dress. Or," she said, putting the handcuffs she'd found in the dining room on the table. "You could wear these and a coat." Hazel and Luna giggled. Then Hazel shook her head. "It'll take time to build that much trust again." Luna and Gianna both sobered up and nodded. Gianna held out the dress again. I looked around at the three of them and stepped away from Gianna. My friends were stunned and then began grinning as I took off my bra. Gianna gave a wolf whistle as I slid my panties down and stepped out of them. My friends looked me up and down as I picked up the handcuffs. My C-cup breasts, with their pink nipples, sagged very little when I stood. Luckily, I'd shaved only a day ago. My pubes and pussy lips were clean, except for a thin inverted triangle above my clit. I locked the cuffs around my left wrist. "Whoops!" said Hazel. She came close and hugged me. Her dress rubbed against my nipples and belly. "Bella, you're incredible!" I held out my hands. Gianna asked, "You want your hands in front?" "Well, I have to hold a glass," I said, smiling at her. "But your choice, Gina." "I'll hold your glass for you," Gianna said. "Hands behind is sexier. Much." I turned around, and she locked my right wrist into the cuffs. She passed the key to Hazel. "I'm not taking my bag." Hazel swung the key on its cord from her finger and looked at me. "Do you want to take the key with us, or are you willing to make a commitment?" "Your choice, Hazel." I smiled back at her. She dropped the key on the table as Luna held up my coat. It was a thick, midnight blue coat that fell below my knees. No one could know I was naked and handcuffed inside it, but they'd realize the sleeves were empty. Luna buttoned it up to my throat. "Thanks," I said to Luna. "Guys, let's not go to Park street. Carter and I go often, and we always meet friends at those places. There are some good clubs out on Airport road. Who's driving?" It was early, and we found a parking spot close to the entrance. Luna opened the door for me. I swung my legs out, and she held my shoulders and helped me climb out of the car. "Not many cars," remarked Gianna. "Club isn't full yet." At the cloakroom, my friends deposited their coats. "What about Bella?" asked Hazel, and my throat went dry. Surely they wouldn't make me remove my coat? I braced myself. "What do you say, Bella?" Gianna looked at me, eyes twinkling. I smiled, hoping my terror wasn't showing. "I'll let Luna decide." Luna looked taken aback. Smiling, she said, "Well, she did say pretty much nothing scared her now." She started undoing the buttons on my coat. "And we're far from town." She was down to my belly, my coat falling open. "Not likely to meet anyone we know." She undid the last button, and my coat fell off my shoulders. Luna caught it and walked to the cloakroom girl, who looked startled. But she put my coat with the other three and wrote out a ticket. Hazel pushed me back till my shoulders touched the wall. Naked and handcuffed, I watched the door, hoping no one would come in. The cloakroom was warm, but I felt myself shivering. "Better keep this carefully," Luna said, folding the ticket. "Club isn't a problem, but Bella won't like her neighbors seeing her coming home naked." The music wasn't too loud as we entered. The club was about half full, and every head turned to us as we entered. Luna talked to the hostess while I stood near the door between Hazel and Gianna. The hostess beckoned, and I followed her and Luna. My heels clacked as I walked, drawing eyes to my bouncing breasts and handcuffed wrists. The hostess stopped, and Luna nodded. It was a table set against the wall with two high-backed seats. I slid into the seat first and was happy to have the high back behind me. The handcuffs were drawing more attention than my breasts and pussy, I felt. "A round of Daiquiris for everyone?" asked Gianna, and Hazel and Luna nodded. "I'll fetch them." "I'm not really a rum girl," I said. Hazel slid into the seat next to me. Luna sat opposite me. The bar was close to our table, and Gianna was already talking to the barman. "Because you try to stay sober, Bella," said Luna. "You always drive us home safely." "Well, someone should," I said, and Hazel and Luna burst out laughing. "Oh!" "Yes!" said Luna. "You won't be driving tonight, love. Tell us why not?" "My wrists are handcuffed behind my back," I said, shaking my head. "I feel so dumb." "You're not dumb," said Hazel. "Just habits of a lifetime. But today, drink up." She leaned over and came close. I opened my lips, and she kissed me. "Here we go," said Gianna, lowering a tray with four drinks. Lifting a glass, she held it for me to sip. "Thanks," I said after swallowing. I leaned back against the seat back. The bar being so close meant a lot of people passed by our table. The table covered my lower half, but most guys leaned against the bar to ogle my breasts. "I ordered a Caesar salad," said Gianna. "Anything you guys want?" "Later, perhaps," Luna said. The light over our table dimmed. "Ah, she did it." "Did you ask the hostess to turn down the light?" I asked Luna. She nodded, and I grinned. Maybe fewer people would notice I was naked. "We used to come to town often," said Hazel. She'd studied at Franklin Tech, I knew. "But these places on Airport road were out of student's reach." "Yes, the downtown places have better prices." I leaned forward as Luna held my glass up for me. Gianna took advantage of my leaning forward to grip my nipple. "Tell me if you want your coat," murmured Hazel. "I have the ticket." "I wish I could give you a hug," I replied. "Did you advise Evelyn's brother about student accommodation?" "Yeah, Ian called me the day after your bachelorette." Evelyn's brother had been accepted at Franklin Tech. He had asked Hazel for help in apartment hunting. On the way to my bachelorette, we'd gone to pick up Evelyn and met Ian. I'd been naked in their living room through no wish of mine. Hazel looked at me. "Are Evelyn and you fine?" "Evelyn was pissed with you that night," remembered Luna. We'd stopped at Evelyn's house on the way back from the party. She'd offered me a shower, thinking her family would be asleep. "What went down between Ian and you?" "Nothing went down," I said vehemently. "I was exhausted, and I'm not a cradle-snatcher, anyway." "No, I know you didn't have sex with the kid," said Luna, holding up her hands. "I know you wouldn't. And he's eighteen, anyway." "I realized it was weird the next day," I went on, thinking back. "It was past midnight, and Evelyn assured me everyone at home would be asleep. But just as I started my shower, Ian opened the door and came inside." Gianna leaned on the table to listen. Her fingers held on to my nipple, rolling it absent-mindedly. I glanced at the bar to check if anyone was watching. "Yeah, and?" "Well, that was the weird bit. He didn't say excuse me and leave. He put down the lid of the toilet and sat down." I shook my head. "Next morning, I realized that was strange." "You didn't feel odd then? Showering naked and Evelyn's brother watching you?" Luna was curious. "I was numb to being naked and watched," I said. "Right then." Hazel grinned. "Yeah, you were naked for hours in the van and at the party. But what was Ian thinking?" "Dunno." I shrugged. "But I'd been naked in their living room earlier, so maybe he thought I didn't need privacy." "So, what did you talk about?" Luna asked. "A voyeur and a naked hottie?" "Normal stuff," I said. "Ian asked about the party, of course. He knew I'd gone naked. How many guys were there? Did you fuck all six? Once I told him there was no sex at the party, he lost interest." "Typical teenager!" Gianna grinned. She pulled my nipple towards herself, and my eyes widened. Hazel and Luna looked on as I pressed myself against the table. "Easy, Gina," said Luna, softly. "Don't pull it off!" Grinning at Luna, Gianna released me, and I sank back. "I'll do the other one after a minute." "There's no need!" I said. "I can do without it." "Naked and handcuffed is an awesome combination." Gianna paused as a guy stopped near our table for a moment. "Can't let it go waste." She reached out and gripped my other nipple. "I wish we'd had these cuffs at your bachelorette." "It was already bad enough for me!" I said. "A series of shocks. I'm glad there were no handcuffs." Hazel grinned, remembering how the events had unfolded. "But for Ian, what a boring party it was!" "I know, right?" I grinned back. "Then he talked about going to college and the upcoming family trip to Hawaii. I dried myself and came downstairs." "Pretty tame," said Luna judiciously. "I don't see Evelyn has anything to be upright about." "She was a bit reactive that night," I said. "But she called the next day. We're fine." I accepted a sip of my Daiquiri from Hazel. "I told her Ian could stay with me when he landed at night and go to campus in the morning." Our server arrived with the salad. He grinned as he saw my bare breasts and Gianna stretching one nipple. Placing the platter between our glasses, he told us to enjoy our food and left. The reduced lighting was working for me, I realized. People coming to the bar often didn't notice my naked body. Luna lifted my Daiquiri to my lips and held it there. "We've all finished, Bella. Drink up!" "How're you doing?" whispered Hazel. "I'm pretty good, Hazel," I said. "It's a thrill -- I'm naked here, but hardly anyone notices me. I'm glad we got this table." "Are you cold?" asked Gianna. She released her grip, allowing me to sit back in the seat. "No, I'm all right," I said. I looked at the brightly lit bar, and the barman gave me a cheery wave. He'd gotten a good look at me when the hostess showed us to the table. I nodded back at him. "Another of the same?" asked Gianna, holding up her empty glass. Hazel nodded. "I'm going to drive," said Luna, shaking her head. "Too much for me," I said. "Could you get me a nice white?" Gianna rubbed her nose. "I don't know about wines. Why don't you come and see what they have?" "Come up to the bar?" I looked down at myself, then at Gianna. "It's right here," she said. "You just tell him what you want and scoot back." "Umm, I don't know." I looked at the bar again. It looked bright, and a guy was waiting for his drinks. "It's a quiet time just now," said Luna. "Just this one guy. Take the chance, Bella." Hazel got up to give me room. I slid along the seat and got to my feet. Hazel held my arm to steady me. "I'm okay now," I said, having found my balance. Hazel nodded and sat down again. Gianna and I moved to the bar. The man at the bar turned around, and my heart jumped into my mouth. "Why, hello, Bella," he said, smiling at me. He lifted his hands, each holding a drink. "Sorry, I can't shake hands." "That's all right," I said, thankful he hadn't offered his hand. Perhaps he hadn't noticed I was handcuffed. "This is my friend, Gianna. Gianna, Lennox, my colleague." "My pleasure," said Lennox, turning to Gianna. His sharp jacket and formal trousers stood out in the informally dressed crowd at the club. "Do you work here, too?" "No, I'm visiting Bella," said Gianna. She looked dismayed at my having met someone from work. "Just for the weekend." "I hope you have a great trip," he said politely. "Bella, come meet my wife, Darlene." Without giving me a chance to reply, he pointed the way. With one desperate glance at Gianna, I followed him. The club was crowded now, and the clicking of my heels drew eyes to my naked body and bound wrists. I felt eyes roving over all my secret parts. The steel grip of the handcuffs held my hands fast; there was no possibility of covering anything. Holding my head up, I kept my eyes on Lennox as he led the way. Lennox had a table at the edge of the dance floor. His wife was an elegant-looking woman of about forty, wearing a graceful mid-length dress. She raised her eyebrows as she saw her husband return with two drinks and a naked girl. "Darlene, meet Bella," said Lennox. "She works in Mergers in the company." "Hi," I said, nodding. Darlene and Lennox puzzled me. Neither of them seemed to react to my being naked and cuffed. "Hello," said Darlene, smiling down at me. They had a high table with tall bar stool-like chairs. Even sitting, her head was higher than mine. "Nice to meet you, Bella." "Me, too, Darlene," I said, wondering how soon I could politely leave them. Our table, with its dim lighting and high-backed seats, seemed very attractive to me. Darlene tapped the glass Lennox had placed before her and looked at him. Lennox nodded and headed off towards the bar again. What a well-trained husband, I thought. "Do you and Len work together?" Darlene asked. "I'm in M&A, so we work with Legal often," I said. "I don't work with Lennox, of course. He's head of Legal. If anything needed his attention, my boss would talk to him." I wished he would return soon so I could say bye and leave. Darlene and I talked about the band playing in the club and then the music scene in town, she in her designer dress and me in my handcuffs. With relief, I saw Lennox approaching, holding a glass. "Here you go," he said. "Another Cosmopolitan." "Len, we weren't thinking," said Darlene. "Bella can't get into this chair on her own." "Sorry, Bella," he said. He put the glass on the high table and bent from the knees. Before I realized why, he wrapped his arms around my thighs and straightened, depositing me on the tall chair. "There we are!" "Be careful," warned Darlene. "That chair back is only about four inches." "Oh, thanks," I said. I discovered other disadvantages of the chair Lennox had deposited me in. It was tall and had no sides or back. It effectively put my naked body and handcuffed wrists on display. And there was no way I could get out of the chair on my own unless someone freed my hands. Darlene picked up a glass and held it to my mouth. I took a cautious sip, wondering if vodka after rum was a safe combination. Lennox climbed into his chair. Being next to the dance floor, our table was brightly lit. With the tall chair and good illumination, I imagined every eye in the club on my naked, restrained body. Then I looked around and found my imagination was right. The club was full by now, and everywhere I looked, people were staring at me. People passing by our table would stop and inspect my breasts and nipples. I kept my thighs tightly crossed and hoped no friends of Lennox or Darlene would turn up. Darlene gave me another sip of my drink. I nodded my thanks, and she said, "Well, tell us." "I beg your pardon?" I looked from Darlene to Lennox, both leaning forward in their chairs. The noise level here was much higher, and I wondered if I had missed something. "You're completely naked and handcuffed." Darlene smiled. "There must be an interesting story." "Is Gianna your girlfriend?" asked Lennox. He looked at my breasts, and I realized he hadn't done that since we met. He must have enormous self-control, I thought. "She's a friend," I said, shaking my head. "I'm with three of my old friends." "So, how did this happen?" Lennox asked, indicating my naked body. "Did the club provide the handcuffs?" "No, they're mine," I said. "That is, my husband bought them, but we only used them once. They were lying around, and my friends found them." "Only used them once?" Darlene raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You're beautiful, and those handcuffs do something for you." "Oh, thanks," I said. I was unsure what to say. No one had ever complimented me on the way I looked in handcuffs. I took a sip from the glass Darlene held to my mouth. "Well, he didn't enjoy using them. It made me a passive participant in bed." "Ah, I understand now." Darlene smiled. "I think your friends have found a better use." "So your friends found your handcuffs," prompted Lennox. They both looked at me. "Well, they wanted to try them out," I said. I didn't want to give them the whole back story of friendship repair. "So here I am." "I see," said Darlene. "To try out the handcuffs, you got naked and came to this place." She looked at me, smiling. "My friends called in an old debt," I said. Lennox nodded as if he knew all about old debts that were repaid by getting naked and restrained in public. "Oh, Gianna is looking for me." Gianna made her way through the tables to us and said, "Hi again, Lennox." "Hi, Gianna," he said. "This is my wife, Darlene. Gianna." Gianna and Darlene said hi to each other. Then Gianna turned to me. "Your order's come, and it's getting cold." Now, I hadn't actually ordered anything, but I realized Gianna was offering me a way out of a very awkward situation. I nodded at her and said, "All right." I wished we'd brought the key with us. Getting off this chair with hands cuffed was going to be impossible. "Bella will be along," said Lennox. "As soon's she finishes her drink." Gianna waved and left, and I hoped to finish my drink quickly. But, of course, it depended on Darlene holding my glass for me, and she was in no hurry. She raised my glass infrequently and made sure I only had small sips. "Do you enjoy being naked at a club?" Darlene asked, swirling the liquid in her own glass. "I don't know," I confessed. "It's the first time I've tried. I'm yet to process my feelings." "First time?" Lennox sounded surprised. "But you're so self-assured!" "Trying to act that way," I said. I leaned forward as Darlene offered me my glass again. "But I have butterflies in my stomach." Darlene laughed. "I can imagine. But you're brave, Bella. I admire you." "Thank you," I said, smiling. I noticed all the guys on the dance floor had collected near our table. I screwed up my courage. "I think I'll leave the drink, Darlene. I've had rather a lot today." "That's fine, absolutely," she said. "Knowing when to stop is good." "Sure, leave it," Lennox said. "And your friends are waiting for you." He smiled at me and nodded. "Uh, Lennox," I said. "Could you help me get down, please?" He immediately got off his chair and came to me. Then he paused. Lifting me into the chair had been simple, but getting me out wasn't as easy. "Er, I'll have to lift you," he said, looking at his wife. "Well, do it," she said. "We can't keep her trapped forever." Lennox put an arm under my buttocks and the other behind my back. He straightened, lifting me into his body, and staggered backward. For a moment, I thought he would spill me, but he recovered his balance. Carefully, he lowered my feet to the floor. "Thanks for the drink," I said to both. "A pleasure meeting you." "The pleasure was ours," said Darlene, blowing me a kiss as I stepped back. "And Bella," said Lennox. Coming close, he lowered his voice. "What happens out of office, stays out of office." "That's great," I said, grinning at him in relief. "Thank you." I wound my way between the tables to my friends. I had come walking behind Lennox, but I was alone now. My heels made people look around, and no one looked away. My breasts and pussy lips were at the right height for people at the tables I passed. The handcuffs were unrelenting; no matter how close I came to staring eyes, I couldn't cover myself. And then I realized I needn't. These people were strangers and most were appreciative. I got a lot of whistles and compliments as I passed. My stride slowed, my nervousness evaporated, and I smiled at anyone clapping or making a positive comment. I was startled to feel a trickle on my thigh. Oh no, I thought, my pussy's acting up again. The stimulus of being on display at Lennox's table had aroused me, and his final words had provided the relief to set my desire free. I quickened my step as I felt the tingling in my pussy. This is crazy, I thought. I'm naked and cuffed in a public place and getting horny. I saw the women's restroom but knew it was no use. The handcuffs were implacable; I had no hope of rubbing myself to relief. I was trembling by the time I made it to our table. Gianna was sitting opposite Luna and Hazel. She saw me coming and got up quickly. I almost fell onto the seat. Gianna waited, standing, till I managed to shift and make room for her. Luna leaned forward and lifted a fresh glass to my lips. I looked at her gratefully and took a big sip. "That sucked," I said and laughed, happy to be back with my friends. Gianna noticed I was trembling and put her arm around me. I turned towards her, and she kissed me. "Bad luck, Bella," said Hazel. "Meeting someone from work. Will it be a problem?" "No, he's a decent sort," I said. I sat up straighter. "Oh, it feels good to be back with you all." "Their table was rather... exposed," said Gianna. She put her hand on my thigh. "It was so easy to find you. Everyone in the club was looking towards you." I laughed. "It was awful. Having a conversation with them while naked and cuffed, and that tall chair!" "Shall we leave now, love?" said Luna softly. She put her hand across the table to squeeze my shoulder. I accepted another sip as she raised the glass. "You're shivering!" "Nah, I'm fine now." I looked down at Gianna's hand on my thigh and smiled at her. "I'm not cold, just..." "Yes, I know," said Gianna. Her hand on my thigh moved upwards, touching my pussy. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled. Our table was relatively dark, but I knew we weren't invisible. However, I was on fire. Being exposed in a public place, with over a hundred people looking at my naked body had aroused me. I could feel the familiar tug in my lower belly and knew my pussy was leaking onto the seat. I spread my knees and allowed Gianna to access my pussy. "Are you going to...?" Hazel guessed what we were doing. "Here?" "She's worked up," said Gianna quietly. "Give her a sip, Luna." She inserted two fingers into my pussy, and I turned in the seat to allow her better access. Gianna began sliding her fingers in and out of me. My breath came quickly as my pussy sensations overwhelmed my other senses. I felt the pressure of a building orgasm. Hazel put a wad of tissues into Gianna's other hand, and she placed them below my pussy. I was already flowing and was glad of the tissues. "Close your eyes, Bella," said Gianna. "Forget where you are. Just you and me. Your pussy and my hand. Let yourself go." My eyes rolled back as my orgasm hit. I held my breath as the storm roared and burned through my body. My pussy was ablaze and spurting hot nectar. I closed my eyes and ignored the barman watching us. For long moments, Gianna continued moving her fingers gently inside me. Finally, my orgasm abated, and Gianna removed her fingers. I gave a deep sigh and leaned back, letting lethargy wash over me. I was aware of my friends conversing in low voices as I recovered from my monster orgasm. I felt Gianna leaning over and kissing my lips softly. I wished I could hug her. "No, I'm not sleeping," I murmured in response to Hazel. "Just feeling so nice to be back here. So peaceful." "Let's go home," Luna proposed. "Bella seems tired." "I'm all right now," I said, sitting up. "Just got keyed up sitting at that table. Jeez, it was bright there." Luna offered me another sip from my glass. "Now that I'm here, things are fine." "Comparative thinking," said Hazel, smiling. "You're still naked and bound." "But you had a good one, didn't you?" Luna asked. "I felt the table shaking!" "Being naked is arousing," I admitted. "Let's not cut the evening short on my account. We're all having a good time, aren't we?" "You were trembling when you got back," said Hazel. "It was almost scary to see you." "A bit overwhelming," I said, thinking. "All those people on the way cheering and whistling. I was horribly turned on when coming back." "You were ripe," agreed Gianna. "I hardly had to do anything. You basically exploded on your own." I felt myself blushing. "Happens to me sometimes. But I'm fine now." "Dr. Gianna to the rescue!" said Hazel, giggling. "Saved your life with her magic fingers." "He, he, he!" Gianna laughed, too. She stood up. "A Diet Coke for you, Luna?" "Nothing for me, too, please," I said as Luna shook her head. "I'm feeling light-headed already." Gianna sat down again. "I'm not all that keen," she said. "Hazel?" "No, I'm done for now," Hazel said. "I'm hungry, actually. Their food menu isn't much." "Let's go home, then," I said. "I'll whip up something quick." "Or we could pick up some takeaway," Hazel said, looking through her bag. She produced the car key and cloakroom ticket. "Shall I get you your coat here?" "No, that's all right." I tried to see the entrance. "I can't see if the place is busy." "We'll go ahead and get our coats," Luna said to Gianna. "You come with Bella after a minute." "Come again," the barman called out as he saw Hazel and Luna leaving. "We loved having you here." Gianna laughed. "He means you." I grinned at her as she stood up. I followed her as she set off. Walking to the entrance again got me some whistles, which I acknowledged with nods and smiles. Luna was waiting outside the cloakroom with my jacket. "There's a bunch of college kids inside," she murmured, draping the coat around me. "I'll just do some buttons. We'll do the rest in the car." I nodded. We were going home, anyway. I was happy the evening had gone well. These were old friends, and spending an evening with them had been fun. Luna stepped away and then walked with me to the car park. "Oh, wow," I heard behind me as Luna unlocked the car. "It's the handcuffs babe." "What, really?" It was a girl's voice, so I looked over my shoulder. The college kids Luna had seen in the cloakroom had come out, too. There were six of them, three girls and their boyfriends, I guessed. I was nervous for a moment, but then remembered I wasn't naked. "Hello," one of the girls said. "I'm Heather. You were awesome in the club, totally." "Hi," I said, at a loss. What was the appropriate response? "Well, thanks." "No, really," said another of the girls. "We'd just sat down, and this character's eyes suddenly got big. I turned around, and oh, God!" "Yeah, you were walking past our table," said a slim guy in a blue hoodie. "Clicking your heels and smiling at people who whistled. You were mind-blowing, ma'm." "Bella," I said. "Not madam, please." "I'm Benjamin," he said. "Or Ben." The others introduced themselves. I introduced my three friends. They seemed friendly and respectful, but I was aware that I was wearing just the coat, and still handcuffed. "You'd just come in when Bella walked back?" asked Gianna. "You didn't party much, then." "Just the one round of drinks," said a boy who'd introduced himself as David. "We usually go to Park. This area is kinda pricey." "That's true enough," said Hazel. "Doesn't fit into student budgets. You're students, right?" After a few minutes talking, Luna opened the car door. Hazel was in a talkative mood; she always was after a few drinks. "Going to stir up another club?" asked Heather with a grin. "Have fun!" "I don't think so," said Hazel. "But get a snack, maybe. The food menu in there was pretty thin." "They want you to order drinks, I guess," said a short brunette called Donna. "We're going to Don's Diner down the road." "Yes!" said Ben enthusiastically. "The best wings in town." "State," said Heather. "World!" chimed in Eric, the only blonde in the group. "Wow!" said Gianna. "I could just put away a few wings right now!" "Join us!" This was a slightly chubby girl called Brenda. "Our treat!" "No way!" said Gianna. "You're still students. Our tab. Wings, here we come." "Umm, Bella?" said Luna once we were in the car. "You want to do this? We can just have some packed." "Oh," said Gianna. "Sorry, babes. Just slipped. Yeah, let's have takeaway." "No," I said slowly. "Wings have to be eaten hot. But let's see when we get there? If it's a big crowd... " But the diner was empty. Our new friends had driven up just before us. This late at night, it was just the owner managing the place. The boys joined three tables to seat all of us together. Hazel opened my can for me and put in a straw. It was her idea; I could drink it myself, reducing some awkwardness. Gianna was busy arguing with Benjamin about why he couldn't pick up the tab. I was between Luna and Brenda and kept quiet. Best not to draw attention, I thought. David was entertaining us with stories from their last Spring Break trip. The air turned delicious, telling us our wings were ready. "Aha," said Heather, rubbing her hands. "Time for serious eating." She took off her jacket and hung it on her chair back. Eric grinned at me. "How about you, Bella? Want to eat seriously?" "Shut up, Eric," Brenda said, sounding furious. She was obviously his girlfriend. "You realize you're basically asking her to get naked?" "Well, sorry," said Eric, looking at me. "I didn't... " "It's okay," I said. "No offense taken." "Thanks," he said, sounding relieved. "I just thought, at the club, you know." "So what, Eric," said Brenda mildly. "It's still her choice. Never assume." "Let's drop it, please," said Gianna. She looked at Brenda. "Actually, it's not Bella's choice. Luna, here, is the Chief Executive of Car and Coat." "You mean," said Heather. "Luna decides if Bella wears her coat or checks it at the cloakroom." "That's right," confirmed Hazel. "Bella appointed Luna because she's the most conservative of us." Luna turned and gave Hazel a long look. Oh no, Hazel, I thought, what have you done? Luna turned to me and reached for the top button. "Holy shit!" said Benjamin two minutes later as Luna hung my coat on her chair. "Wow!" said Heather. "You're even lovelier than I remember." "What a bombshell body," said Donna. "I'm dying of envy." "Thanks, people," I said. Smiling was a big effort. I'd thought there was just the ride home in my coat. Suddenly, I was naked again in this well-lit diner with six people I hardly knew. "But let's not let the wings get cold." Luna cut a piece and held it to my mouth. I knew the whole table was looking at my breasts. I swallowed and bent my head to suck at my drink. "So." Brenda looked at me after a few minutes. "The back story?" "Hmm?" I pretended not to understand the question. I thought furiously. I couldn't tell them this was a patch-up party with my old friends. "What Brenda means," said Heather. "Why are you naked and handcuffed?" "Yeah, we're all dying," said Benjamin. "Of curiosity." "Oh, my husband is on a business trip." I looked around at the kids, trying to see how many were shocked. Lennox had assumed I was lesbian. "He opted not to come home on the weekend, so I thought he should regret it." Donna sputtered as her drink went down the wrong way. There was an explosion of laughter. I accepted another piece of wing from Luna. "That is awesome, Bella," said Heather, coming around to clap me on the back. "The best thing I've heard!" "Thanks," I said, smiling. To Benjamin, "Yes, I'm married. Been two months." I was feeling more at ease now. The kids were nice, making only positive comments. And, after all, I thought, they'd all seen me naked and cuffed at the club. "Have you done this before?" Donna asked. "I mean, clubbing bare?" "Once," I said. "With Carter. But that was for a few minutes only." "But you're amazing," Donna said. "I'd be dying." "Did he handcuff you that time?" Eric asked. "Nope. Just a quick on and off." I drank from my can. "It was early evening. Hardly half a dozen people. And staff, of course." "The club was full today," said Brenda. "Everyone was looking towards your table once you walked past us. What a buzz!" "More wings?" Offered Hazel. "Shall I order again?" "Anyone wants more?" said Benjamin, looking around the table. Most people shook their heads. "You ordered a big lot to start." "Did you order a cake?" asked David. We followed his eyes and saw the owner approaching, holding a tray with a cake. "Hello, people," he said, placing the cake on our table. "I'm Donald." He gestured towards me. "A cake for the birthday girl." "Thank you!" I said. "Not my birthday, but I love cake." "Ah, my mistake." He lifted his hands. "You're in your birthday suit, so I made a guess. Please enjoy it." He produced a lighter and lit the single candle. With a cheery wave, he went back to his till. The cake was pushed towards me. "Blow out the candle," encouraged Heather. "And we'll sing happy birthday, anyway." "Better not." I shook my head. "There's a pandemic going on. Better not breathe or blow on the food." "Say, that's right," said Eric. "But you can extinguish a candle by clapping near it." "That won't work either," I said, as everyone laughed. "Any other suggestions?" "You could unlock Bella for a minute," suggested Brenda. "The wax is trickling onto the cake." "Ah, that is up to the Grand Exalted Keeper of the Keys," said Luna. She pointed to Hazel. "Well, how about it, Hazel?" asked Heather. "Can Bella be freed to douse the candle?" "Unfortunately, we don't have the key," said Hazel. "Any other ideas?" "Her handcuff keys," said David, staring. "You don't have them?" "Didn't want to carry them around," explained Hazel. "I'm always losing things in my bag. We kept the key safely at home." "Yeah, we don't want Bella locked up forever," said Gianna. In a stage whisper, she continued, "She's a good cook." "That's a good reason to unlock her," declared Donna. "Man, she's so yummy herself." "He, he, he," said Gianna. "All evening, I've been wishing I weren't straight." "Gina!" I exclaimed. "Behave!" There was laughter all around the table. Girls and boys were all looking at me. I was glad of the cover provided by the tablecloth. I could feel wetness in my pussy. Brenda removed the candle, which had gone out on its own. She cut a slice and held it for me to take a bite. "A new experience," she said, smiling. "Feeding someone naked and handcuffed." "Let me try it," said Donna. I swallowed quickly as I saw her cut a slice. Turning around in my chair, I took a tiny bite as she held it to my mouth. "Move it, Donna," said Heather, standing behind her. "I'm in the queue for good deeds, too." "Can we have a turn?" asked Eric. "Who's Chief Executive of Feeding the Handcuffed?" "He, he, he," Gianna giggled. "No such post. I suppose giving Bella a slice of cake is harmless enough." "Speak for yourself," I groaned as the three guys lined up behind Heather. "So much cake will go straight to my bottom." "Take small bites, Bella," said Heather. She held up the half slice Donna had put down. "We don't want to ruin that bombshell body." The next piece of cake crashed against my chin and showered me with crumbs. "Oops!" said David. He was standing opposite me, holding half a slice. "I don't know how that happened." "I can tell you," said Brenda, giggling. "You were focusing on Bella's nipples instead of her mouth." "No, no," David protested. "I never... " "Oh, we don't blame you," said Hazel. "Bella can be quite distracting." "Move on, bro," said Eric. "Don't hold up the line." After I took a bite from Eric's slice, Benjamin took his place. He held out his hand, never taking his eyes from my breasts. Brenda put a piece of cake into his hand. "Pay attention, Ben," I said softly. "I'm a mess already." Benjamin shook his head and smiled. "Yeah, I can look at 'em later," he murmured, almost to himself. He pushed the cake into my open mouth. Brenda looked at me. My chin, throat, and breasts were covered with cake crumbs. "Shit, did we do all that?" She looked dismayed. "We should clean you up..." It was an awkward thought, I thought, cleaning my breasts. Awkward for everyone. Everyone but one. "Coming through!" announced Gianna. "Housekeeping! Some room, please." Brenda moved her chair to let Gianna stand near me. "On your feet, babe. I'll have you cleaned up in no time." "Umm, stand up?" I looked up at Gianna and saw that wicked smile of hers. Reluctantly, I got to my feet. The guys gasped and whistled as my landing strip and pussy came into view. I was feeling horny with all the attention and hoped I wouldn't embarrass myself by leaking pussy juice. "How awesome," Benjamin sighed. He leaned forward and placed his chin on the table. David and Eric followed him, and I realized their eyes were at the level of my pussy. "Guys," I said as Gianna cleaned my chin. "This is gross." "We're just looking," said David. "Oh, man!" "Lift your chin, please," said Hazel, beginning work on my throat. "Any feedback for housekeeping, people? Any suggestions?" "Do a good job, please," said David. "Take your time. Don't be in a hurry." I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. To my horror, I felt a drop escaping my pussy and moving down my thigh. I shifted my legs, hoping to contain any more. Gianna finished cleaning my throat and stepped back. Picking up a fresh tissue in each hand, she turned to me with a wicked smile. She looked down at my breasts and beamed. I knew what was coming. "No, please," I whispered to her. The table was silent as Gianna rubbed the tissues on my breasts. As she rubbed the textured paper on my breasts, I felt my nipples responding. Gianna could feel them hardening and lengthening, and she grinned at me as she stepped back. "There we go!" she declared, walking away. "As good as new!" The other five girls and three guys stared at my reddened breasts and long, erect nipples. I again felt a trickle start down my thigh. "Wow!" whispered Donna. "Just look at those nipples!" "Be careful when you go out," said Eric. "You might key someone's car with one of those." I sat down, afraid I would explode into a fierce orgasm. My pussy was leaking fluid, and I hoped I wouldn't leave a puddle on the seat. "It's been great meeting you people," said Heather. "We should plan to get together sometime." "We had a fun time with you, too," I managed to speak normally, though my breath was catching in my throat. "You're a fun bunch." "Shall we leave now?" proposed Brenda. "It's pretty late." I stood up as all the others did, too. The kids took another look at me and let out theatrical oohs and aahs. Luna folded my coat over her arm and walked out. It was obvious there was still payment due for Hazel's comment. The group trooped out. I stopped near the till. "Thanks for the cake! We enjoyed it." "You're welcome." Donald came out to talk. "Is it your bachelorette party, then?" Hazel ran her fingers down my back, distracting me. I tried to talk in a normal tone. "No, no, this was just a night out with friends." I looked down at my naked body. "This was just a spur-of-the-moment thing." "Well, I hope you'll be regular here," Donald said, running his eyes down me. "We're open till midnight every day." I nodded to him as he held the door for us. The diner was close to the road, with the parking lot off to one side. Luna and Gianna were saying goodbyes to our new friends. I walked to the car, feeling the night air on my body. My friends waved to our new friends as Luna unlocked the car. Gianna got in the front. "I'm glad you're staying an extra day," I said, sliding in to make room for Hazel. "We had a great evening." "Yep," said Hazel, sitting with me in the back. "A really fun, sexy evening. We're back to the old days." "Better," said Gianna, turning around from the front. "We never had cuffs then." She reached out and tickled me on my belly. Luna drove steadily along the mostly empty streets. "We'll be home in five," she announced after a while. "What about sleeping?" I asked. "The guest room's enough for two. One of you can come to my room." "Yeah, Luna and I'll be in your spare room." Hazel looked at Luna for confirmation. "Gina can share yours. She can't keep her hands off you, anyway." "No fear," I said as Gianna protested. "She only does that when I'm naked. Once I get dressed, she won't be tempted." "Want to drape your coat?" offered Luna. She'd parked the car outside my house. "Yes, please. Better not flash my neighbors." I waited as Luna struggled to put my coat on inside the car. "Two buttons is enough." I got out of the car, the coat hanging loose but covering me. Hazel already had the door open. Inside, Luna unbuttoned my coat and hung it up. "My final task as Chief Executive, Car and Coat." Luna yawned and started up the stairs. "See you guys in the morning." Gianna held my arm, and we walked up the stairs. Hazel caught up with us on the landing. "Keeper of the Keys, at your service," she announced, holding up the key to my handcuffs. "Good girl, Hazel," said Gianna. She held my elbow and guided me to my bedroom. "Keep that key safe. We'll need it in the morning." Wait, what?

Bathed in Sun, Naked Sister by Ken Summary: Sister, her virgin brother, and a modeling job. Day 1 It was a family vacation. Maggie sat in the backseat as they headed down the California coast. Everyone in the small family was there. Her father, her mother, and her brother. She hadn't seen much of them in the past several months. Not since she moved to San Francisco for art school. She wanted to be a fashion designer. Or anything in the field of fashion. Her younger brother lived at home and attended a nearby university. And since they had time off for summer, they decided to go on a trip together, down to the nice resorts of Southern California. *** It was heaven, Maggie thought. There was hardly anyone around the private resort. Her father, a corporate attorney, had paid top dollar for a small private villa by the shore. They had a perfect view of the beach. The villa only had two rooms. One for the parents. And another for Maggie and Jeff. Luckily the siblings had separate beds. It was going to be a lovely weekend. After relaxing for the morning, they had a nice family picnic on the sandy beach. Maggie wore her bikini, with a large white T-shirt over it. She was eager to work on her tan, but she didn't want to do it in front of her family. That would have been much too awkward. Other couples from nearby villas came and befriended Maggie's parents. They got along quickly and had a lot in common. Even though it was supposed to be a family vacation, the parents appreciated having adult conversations with other business professionals. 'Perfect,' Maggie thought. It was her chance to sneak off and work on her tan. "Maggie, take your brother with you," her mom said. Her mom was a caring person, and she always made sure the siblings stayed close with each other. And she especially didn't want Jeff getting bored while the other adults were talking. And so, Jeff was reluctantly made to follow his older sister. Maggie became slightly upset at the sudden loss of privacy, but she was going to tan anyway, she figured. She carried a small beach blanket, some lotion, a small bottle of water, and off they went. "Where are we headed?" Jeff asked. "I don't know. Any place where there's privacy. I don't want anyone seeing me tan. Well, except for you I guess since we're stuck together." They continued their short walk down the shore. It was a hot day and the sun was already taking its toll. Finally, they found the right spot. They were by the edge of the beach. There was no one nearby. It was more than enough privacy for sunbathing. Maggie spread her beach blanket on the sand and prepared to lay on it. "I'm going to take off my T-shirt," she said. "Don't make this weird, okay?" "Holy shit." "Jeff, this isn't a big deal, okay? I'm sure you've seen a hot body before." "Not you," he said. "Look, over there." Maggie turned her head to see what her brother was looking at. "What is it?" He pointed further down the beach. "Do you see that?" When Maggie squinted her eyes and looked closely, she saw a small hut, with two people, and someone taking their picture. The two people were completely naked. A lady was on her knees with her face in a naked guy's crotch. Her head was going back and forth. "Is that a fucking blowjob?" she asked incredulously. "Either that or some new yoga technique." "Jeez. What kind of place is this?" "That definitely wasn't in the brochure that dad showed us," Jeff replied. "But hey, who's complaining?" Jeff kneeled down, and so did Maggie. They didn't want to get caught. But they wanted to watch for a moment, especially the enthusiastic young Jeff. They simply watched for several long moments. In a flash, a thought came to Maggie's mind. "Wait a minute, why are we watching this?" she asked. "I don't know." Jeff's eyes were still glued to the sexual action. "Pervert. I'm going to work on my tan. Keep your eyes on the blowjob and don't look at me. Okay?" His eyes remained forward. "Got it." Maggie pulled off her T-shirt and laid on the beach blanket. Her bikini-clad body on full display. She stretched and found the perfect position to lay. At least Jeff wasn't going to be looking at her body, she thought. Jeff was too busy looking at something else. It was serenity. She finally got the sunbathing experience she wanted. Through the corner of her eye, she saw her brother still occupied by watching the oral encounter. It was weird, but gratefully, there was silence. "Excuse me. You two are on private property." The voice was strong and stern. Maggie turned to see a much older man with a peeved expression on his face. He looked upset that they had (apparently) trespassed, and more importantly, that Jeff was watching the oral encounter. The man continued coming closer. "You're not supposed to be watching this." Maggie got up and quickly put her T-shirt back on. "We didn't know this was private property," she said. "Fair enough," he said, calming down. "But now you've been told. So please, leave. People your age shouldn't be watching this." "We're both legal adults," she staunchly replied. The man calmed down even further. "Oh, my apologies then, I assumed you were younger." "Well, I'll take that as a compliment then," Maggie replied. "That doesn't change the fact that you're on private property." "Okay, okay, we're going. And if you're so concerned about the law, then you should really do something about that public blowjob over there." "You should check the local ordinances lady. And we also have permits." "What are you, some sort of porn company?" she asked. "Modeling company, now please leave." Maggie looked closely at the guy's T-shirt, which had a small company logo on it. "Do you work for Buckel Fashion Works?" The man smiled, "Yes, that's us." "Wow, I'm actually an admirer." Maggie went over to greet the man with a handshake while Jeff looked relieved that he wasn't in trouble for spying. "I'm Gustafson," the man said. "I'm Maggie. That's Jeff," she replied, pointing to her brother. "You two are dating, I'm assuming." "Yes, we are," Maggie said before her brother could comment. "Well, it was nice meeting you both. Enjoy the rest of your stay here." "Do we still have to leave?" Maggie asked. "Yes, we're working." "You know, I'm an art student in San Francisco. My goal is to work in the fashion industry. I've actually studied some photographic images from your company. And I've even used some for presentations." Gustafson gave a hearty laugh. "You know, I'm the founder of Buckel Fashion Works, don't you?" "Apparently not. I didn't know that." "Well now you do." "It's a huge honor to meet you. Really. But what's a fashion company like yours doing filming a blowjob on the beach?" "We're not a porn company," he said defensively. "We don't distribute porn, and we never well. They're newlyweds. And they've hired our best photographer for a romantic shoot. That's all." "I've done some modeling work before. Do you think we can meet your photographer and look at your set-up? I'd love to see how you operate." "And why should I allow that?" Maggie thought for a moment. "I think we can help each other. You see, I know a lot about modern techniques in regards to computer enhancements and so forth. I can help make those blowjob pictures even more gorgeous. And I can teach it to your crew. I've gotten high marks in the art academy." "What do you want in return? An internship in San Francisco?" "That sounds good. I mean if you think I'm a good fit." Gustafson thought hard and gave a sharp stare. "Okay, that sounds like a fair deal. We'll see what you can do. If you've got skills, then maybe we can collaborate. I'm always looking for new talent." A broad smile appeared on Maggie's face. *** The siblings were allowed to enter Gustafson's villa. As it turned out, he was on a work-vacation. He enjoyed the beach view. And he also assisted some clients who wanted romantic pictures taken. In a way, helping couples was a chance for Gustafson to enhance his game and try new things. He was always looking for new ways to stay innovative. Maggie and Jeff got to meet the young newlywed couple after they went back inside the villa. It was awkward for the siblings, given what they saw. But the couple didn't seem embarrassed at all. They were proud of the explicit pictures they had taken. Later, Maggie put a few touches on the photographs using the computer. She made the images look more appealing by enhancing certain colors and using nice shading. Everyone in the room seemed impressed by Maggie's skills. "Well done," Gustafson said. "You did a nice job." "Thank you," she smiled. The newlyweds and photographer also complimented Maggie on the beautiful enhancements. After a while, the newlywed couple left, and so did the photographer. It was a beautiful day and no one wanted to be stuck editing photographs any longer. "I've got good news, and not-so-good news," Gustafson said. Maggie nodded. "Let's hear it." "I've been texting with the manager of our San Francisco division, and we've just finished a new round of hiring. We've already got enough art people, probably from the same art academy that you currently attend." "Oh," she replied with a sad voice. "The good news is, I like you. You've got talent, and you've got moxie. You're a pretty cool chick." "Thanks." "So how about a modeling gig?" he offered. "I think you look good. You've got a natural spark which many people find appealing. That is, of course, if you're interested." "You bet!" she said with a sudden burst of energy. "I've done some modeling work for a part time job. So I know the drill." "Do you have a portfolio?" "I do, but I didn't bring it. I have some pictures on my phone. Professional stuff that was shot in a studio. Hang on a sec." Maggie reached for her phone and searched through it. Then she showed a few pictures of herself to Gustafson, who examined it very carefully. "Very nice. Cute face, nice body, and you've got a sassy attitude. Why don't you come back tomorrow when the photographer is here? We'll take some nice pictures of you and see where things go from there." "Sounds great." They all shook hands, and the siblings left. *** "Can you believe that?" Maggie beamed while walking on the beach towards the family villa. "I mean, wow, I might actually have a chance to work for Buckel Fashion." "I can't believe I actually saw all that stuff." She squinted at her brother. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" "No," he scoffed. "Of course not." "Don't bullshit me, Jeff. You were like a zombie looking at those adult photos. A sex crazed college student sex-obsessed zombie. It was like there was nothing else on your mind. Admit it, you're a virgin." He huffed, "So what if I am?" "There's nothing wrong with that. I think it's great that you're saving yourself for marriage." "It's not that." "So you're looking, but you've had no luck," she replied. "Basically." "You're a handsome guy Jeff. And your personality ain't bad. You'll find someone soon enough." "Thanks, I guess." Day 2 After breakfast, the parents began to socialize with the other adults in the nearby villas. That gave Maggie the perfect excuse to leave and do her own thing. But of course, she had to take her brother with her. There was no way around that. She had tied her hair in a nice ponytail, and she wore her best bikini, with a large white T-shirt over it. The siblings walked alongside the shore again, towards Gustafson's private villa. "How come we can't admit that I'm your brother?" Jeff asked. "It's pretty unusual pretending to be your boyfriend." "I know, but I had to make a split-second decision. If he knew that you're my brother, he might not have let us join. After all, they were taking sex pictures. Who would let a pair of siblings look at sex pics together? That's just weird. So it's better if he thinks that we're dating instead." "That makes sense," Jeff nodded. "Plus Buckel Fashion Works are known for their sensual and sometimes erotic images. Gustafson might have been too creeped out to let a brother & sister look at any of his photos." "I can't say I'd blame him. But like I said, it's unusual pretending to be your boyfriend." Maggie stopped walking and looked at her brother seriously. There as a no-nonsense expression on her face. "Listen, I really want to work for that company," she said. "It's my dream to work for them. I love their work. So please, don't screw this up for me." "I'll be on my best behavior." "Good. And be forewarned, their pictures are edgy and artsy. Don't be surprised by what you see." "We've already seen a lady suck her husband's dick yesterday," he replied. "I know. But this is different. I want to become a model for them. Hopefully, that'll lead to a designing job in the future. Remember, I'm desperate to work for them, okay? Don't forget it." "Got it." *** The siblings met with Gustafson along with the Italian photographer (who didn't speak a word of English) outside the villa. They had a brief conversation sitting around a table drinking lemonade. Maggie was asked about her goals and passions. She explained that she had always been attracted to the world of fashion. She further explained that she was attracted to the artistry and freedom of that industry. She talked about all the different courses she had taken at the art academy, and which ones she excelled in. "You sound like the type of person we're looking for," Gustafson said. "Now let's begin the shoot. I'm sure your boyfriend will enjoy watching." "I'm sure he will." Maggie gave her brother a playful wink. "Also, keep in mind that I don't always make the final decision when it comes to hiring. I'll send these pictures to San Francisco, and they'll decide." "That sounds good," Maggie smiled. "Great. I'm sure they'll love you. If not, they'll find something else for you to do if there's a future opening." "I really look forward to helping this company in any way possible." Gustafson nodded. "That's the attitude I like. Now let's get started." *** They all went to the beach together, right by the ocean waves. Maggie had removed her T-shirt and modeled in her bikini. She struck different poses for the Italian photographer while Jeff and Gustafson just watched. She was a natural at posing and modeling. There was a vibrancy about her. Her love-for-life attitude made her even more attractive than she already was. Then, the Italian photographer spoke. Gustafson translated, "The photographer says to remove your top." "What?" Maggie asked with a shocked expression. "Is something wrong?" "No, it's just that, I wasn't expecting this." "You're familiar with our type of work, aren't you?" Gustafson asked. "Yes, but..." "Buckel Fashion Works is a growing brand because of our sexy and classy edge. I assumed you would understand what kind of shoot this is." "I do." "If this isn't your thing, then..." "It is!" Maggie proclaimed. She reached back and untied her bikini. All the while, she gave her brother a subtle expression which said, 'sorry about this. We'll discuss this later." And then, she pulled her bikini top away and tossed it to the sand. And her breasts were exposed. They were small with an upturned perky shape. She saw Jeff look extremely uncomfortable, but after a moment, he tried to control himself. Jeff didn't want the others knowing that they were actually siblings. For some reason, seeing her brother so flustered actually made Maggie kind of excited. Maybe it was because she was teasing a virgin. Or maybe it was the taboo. Whatever the case, she had a job to do. And she did it. Her pert breasts had a bikini tan line. Her body had a slight tan, but her breasts were pale white, in the shape of white triangles on each chest. It was the first time her breasts had been exposed to the sun in a very long time. And she enjoyed it. It was the first time anyone had ever taken pictures of her breasts, and she enjoyed that even more. A slight breeze came and it made her pink nipples stiffen. She struck different poses and the camera snapped away. The moment gave her an exhilarating rush. Gustafson, the photographer, and her own brother were staring at her topless. Her pictures were being taken and she was on a beach with the hot sun on her tits. The adrenaline only gave her more confidence and bravado. And that translated perfectly towards her modeling. "You're something special," Gustafson said, almost transfixed by her beauty. She smiled, "Thank you, sir. I feel great." The photographer spoke in Italian, and Gustafson listened attentively. "He wants Jeff to remove his clothes and join you," Gustafson said. "Let's make this another couple shoot." Jeff immediately protested, and Maggie gave a diplomatic response stating why it shouldn't happen. Gustafson listened, and he tried to be understanding. "Very well," Gustafson said. "My photographer is a very passionate man. His specialty is eroticism, especially between couples. That's his favorite." "Can we continue with this shoot?" Gustafson spoke to the photographer in Italian. "He says he's done," Gustafson said. "He doesn't want to take any more pictures unless it's a set for couples. I hope you understand, my photographer is a very stubborn man. However, he is the best in our company. A true artist." "So, should I put my top back on?" "Yes, you've been amazing." Maggie quickly reached for her bikini and put it on. In some ways, it was a relief to be covered again. But in other ways, she had been enjoying the exhibitionist moment. *** After the photographer had left, the siblings were alone with Gustafson. They were inside his villa and he had emailed the pictures to his team in San Francisco. "I'll text you later when I hear their opinions," Gustafson said. "How do you think I did?" "You're a natural. You've got spunk. There are many beautiful women in the world, but you've got something which can't be taught. I really like you. And I think the rest of my team is going to like you also." "That's so wonderful to hear," Maggie smiled. "It's been such an honor working with you, and your photographer." "Likewise. And I apologize if my photographer and I had offended you earlier. We should have given you notice about the couples pictures he wanted." "No worries." He nodded. "You two looked bewildered at the idea. Especially Jeff." "My boyfriend is a very shy person," Maggie smiled again. Jeff simply stood awkwardly with a stiff expression. "That's okay," Gustafson said. "Being photographed is a lot harder than people imagine." Maggie pondered for a moment. "Just curious, but what would have happened if we had actually taken couples photographs together?" "Well, those types of sexually explicit photos show raw emotion. Obviously, we don't distribute any images like that in our advertisements or promotions. But we often use couples. So I think my team in San Francisco may have potentially looked more favorable towards you." "Really?" "I believe so. San Francisco is a tough market. They need the very best and the bravest. If I recall, some of our recent modeling hires had submitted sexually explicit photos. It showed that they were fearless and open to anything. That type of confidence is very powerful." "Interesting." "You look like you're having second thoughts," Gustafson noted. "Not exactly," she replied. "But what if I was?" "No big deal. The photographer can come back tomorrow and we can resume." "So we can still do the couples photographs tomorrow?" "Why not?" Maggie raised an eyebrow. "And what sorts of things would that require? I mean, do we have to get naked or anything?" "That's usually expected." "But I mean, specifically, what do the people in San Francisco like to see?" Gustafson thought for a moment. "Based on past models who were hired, our managers like to see nudity between couples, to make sure the model has an easygoing chemistry and can work well with others. But also, they like to see actual sex acts. As I've mentioned, it shows that the model is fearless and has an open attitude towards sex. And that type of confidence translates well in our official photographs. That's a big reason why our marketing has been so successful. Our models exude sexual confidence." "And these test pictures, no one will ever see them outside of the team, right?" "Right," he confirmed. "They're strictly confidential. And we have an extremely tight confidentiality policy. After we make a hiring decision, we delete those pictures if the model wants." "In that case, Jeff and I will come back tomorrow," she smiled. "Are you sure?" "Positive. Make sure your photographer is here." "You're a courage young lady, Maggie." They shook hands and confirmed the appointment. *** The siblings headed back to the family villa. Maggie was all smiles, and Jeff seemed like a nervous wreck. "Are you kidding me?" Jeff asked. "Please, I'm in a great mood, don't screw it up." "Sorry but, are you kidding me?" "Look, a modeling job from Buckel Fashion Works could potentially start a career for me once I graduate," she replied. "It's my dream job. And they pay a lot of money. So if you go along with it, then I'll be happy to compensate you later." "Screw the money. How do you expect me to get naked in front of you and a camera? I'm not that kind of guy. I have dignity." "No you don't. I've caught you jerking off to porn so many times." He blushed, "That was a long time ago. Big deal." "My point is, you get to see my breasts again. You liked seeing them today, didn't you?" "I'll pretend you didn't just ask me that," Jeff replied. "Well, you get to see them again. All you have to do is stand there for the shoot. Remember, the pictures are going to be deleted later. So who cares? It's nothing to worry about. Plus I'll pay you later." "But I'm terrible at the modeling stuff. I'm so awkward in front of the camera." Maggie shook her head. "Doesn't matter. They're only looking at me. I'll do all the work. You just stand there. Okay?" "You always talk me into doing these crazy things." "You're the best." She wrapped her arms around her younger brother and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. *** Late that night. Maggie & Jeff were both in bed while their parents slept in the other room. Jeff was asleep while Maggie was busy texting with Gustafson underneath the covers. According to Gustafson, the team in San Francisco were "impressed" with Maggie's potential, but they still wanted to see more. They wanted to see how Maggie would interact with a male figure on camera. The implication was that they wanted to see Maggie doing sexual stuff with someone. After thinking for a few moments, Maggie texted back: will do. Have a good night gus And that was the end of their late night texting conversation. The promise had been given. The arrangements had been made. Maggie laid in bed wondering if she could actually go through with it. With her own brother? Of all people. Him? She came to the realization that it might not be so bad. It was just sex stuff. They were both legally adults (although Jeff was a virgin). And they would both be consenting. It would feel good. It would probably be humiliating for Jeff, but he would get over it eventually, she figured. Especially if she was able to make him cum really hard. It would have been well worth it to get a job with Buckel Fashion Works. Plus, in some very strange way, the whole situation was kind of arousing to Maggie. It was fun modeling herself topless. And it was, even more, fun doing it in front of her virgin brother. All she needed was his approval. But getting Jeff's approval wasn't rocket science. He was a typical horny young college student. Bribing him should be simple, she figured. Maggie got out of bed. The bedroom was lit by moonlight, as the curtains were open, and it was a full moon night. She tip-toed over to his bed. Then she sat beside him as he slept. "Wake up," she whispered. Jeff didn't move. Then she poked him. "Wake up," she whispered again. He slowly moved. "Huh?" "Shh... It's 11:38. Keep it quiet." "Why?" "I need a favor." "Can't we talk about this in the morning?" he groaned. "No. We need to talk about it now." He sighed, "What do you want? If it's about the photograph thing, fine, I already said I'd do it." "I know, but it's a little more complicated than I thought." "Even more than getting naked?" "What's the furthest you've ever gone with a girl?" she whispered. "Huh?" "You heard me. Answer the question." "Maggie, that's private." "Just tell me." He sighed, knowing that arguing was useless. "I let my ex-girlfriend stroke me down there. I did the same to her." "Did you cum?" "Jeez." "Just answer the question. Did you cum? Did it feel really good?" "Yes, to both." Maggie reached underneath her virgin brother's thin blanket. Her hand moved to his shorts. At first, Jeff put up some resistance towards the inappropriate touching. But then he relented. Maggie was able to slip her hand inside his shorts. It only took a split second for Maggie to touch the bare skin of the soft manhood. "Here's the deal," she said. "Tomorrow, we're going to do everything together. That means, whatever the photographer wants, we'll do. Okay?" "But...but..." She squeezed his cock tighter. "No 'buts.' You have to do it. In exchange, you won't be a virgin anymore. We'll work out the details later, but that's the general agreement. Okay?" Her fingers massaged his ever growing penis. "Okay," he said meekly. "Good. Now, we have to act natural tomorrow. It has to seem like we've done sex stuff before. Obviously, since they think we're a couple. So, we have to get some practice. Okay?" Jeff's eyes widened. "Okay." "Now be very quiet. No moaning. We don't want mom & dad to hear. They'll be very upset if they knew." Maggie clenched the hardened cock and began to stroke. She stroked and stroked. The siblings looked at each other, the moonlight on their faces as Maggie masturbated her younger brother. He made short gasping noises. He had been jerked off before, but it wasn't nearly as good as the way Maggie did it. Maggie was a pro. And she knew exactly what men liked in a hand job. Jeff began to grunt and moan. His body tensed. He tried to keep the noise levels down. "Promise to be good tomorrow?" Maggie whispered. "I promise." "You better." Maggie swiftly dove her head underneath her brother's blanket. Her lips quickly found the hardened cock. She stroked furiously and Jeff came. With her lips around the tip of the erection, her mouth sucked & slurped every drop of cum. Everything. Right down to the last drop. When it was all clean and Jeff had nothing left, Maggie pulled her head out and tucked her brother's cock back inside of his shorts. Then she fixed his blanket so it was nice and neat. "Good night," she whispered. With that, Maggie tip-toed back to her bed. Day 3 The next morning. After a family breakfast, the siblings went back to Gustafson's villa. Their parents were once again spending time with the other adults for a private boat ride. The siblings walked alongside the shore and Jeff was anxious while Maggie was excited. "Will you relax?" Maggie said. "You act like something terrible is going to happen." "Well isn't it?" "Orgasms are a bad thing all of a sudden? You didn't have a problem last night." "That's different. That was private. This is going to be on a freaking beach with two guys watching, then god knows how many other people looking at our pictures." "Focus on the orgasms, Jeff. Focus on the orgasms." *** They reached the villa and Gustafson greeted them warmly. It was another friendly chat. And for the first time, Maggie was beginning to feel the nerves. The magnitude of what she was doing was finally setting it. It made her excited and scared at the same time. The contrast of feelings made her aroused. "I spoke to my San Francisco team again this morning," Gustafson said. "They reiterated that you have a lot of potential. They basically agree with me. All they need is a little more proof of how seductive and sexy you can be in front of the camera." "I can't wait." "Well, you've almost got the job. You should be getting a fairly generous offer once you get back to SF. I think you'll be pleased." "Glad to hear it," she replied. "My ultimate goal is still to become a designer. But I think this is a great step in the right direction. Assuming it goes smoothly." "Maggie, your potential is limitless. If you get hired, which I suspect you will, then you can do whatever you want when the opportunities arise." She smiled. *** They all went to the shore together, but this time, Maggie was dressed in a towel, nothing else. She was completely naked underneath. The anticipation was in the air as Maggie felt the sun on her skin and sand on her feet. It was actually happening. And there was no turning back. Her eyes surveyed the beach. There was no one around in that area. She worried that people would spy on them, much like how she and her brother spied on that other couple having oral sex. But it didn't matter. She tried not to think about that. She continued walking until her feet were near the water. Then she was told to remove the towel. And she did. The towel was tossed aside. And Maggie's naked body bathed in the sun. She was completely naked. Her tan-lined figure was revealed to Gustafson, the photographer, and her very own brother. The tan lines were on her breasts and cleanly shaven pubic area. But thanks to the naked photoshoot, she might not have those tan lines for much longer. "Gorgeous," Gustafson smiled. "Thank you." "Now in the water. Play. Have fun. Be free." Maggie smiled and turned to face the ocean waves. She revealed her naked ass, which also had tan lines, and proceeded to head towards the water. A wave hit her feet. The water came in a fast rush. She went further in the water until it was up to her knees. When she went far enough in the water, she turned around and showed her naked front side to the men. The camera had been snapping away. She smiled and moved around. She splashed the water and had fun. Her body glistened from the water on her skin, and the bright sun shining on her. It was the most vulnerable she had ever felt in her life, being naked in front of others. Yet, there was also a sense of freedom which came with the liberation. It was arousing to her. She became even more aroused knowing that her body movements had left the men tantalized and spellbound. Gustafson looked pleased by what he was seeing. The photographer was busy doing his job. And her brother Jeff looked uncomfortable, yet very aroused. Nudity wasn't something that Jeff was used to seeing in person, and especially from his own beautiful sister. The photographer spoke in Italian, and Gustafson listened. "He says to have the boyfriend join," Gustafson translated, turning to Jeff. "It's your turn to remove your clothes. Go in the water and play with your girlfriend." Jeff momentarily froze. He didn't know what to do. It wasn't until he looked at Maggie that he finally moved. She had a look on her face which said, 'Don't you dare screw this up for me, or you're in deep shit.' It was the kind of look which only a domineering older sister could give. And it worked. It always worked. With a confidence and beauty that Maggie had, who could resist? Jeff stripped down in a mechanical way. There was nothing sexy about it. It was just like undressing in the doctor's office. Only it was for an incestuous photo shoot. Maggie's eyes widened at her brother's raging erection. It was the first time she had ever seen him naked. Despite his nervousness and apprehension, Jeff's cock revealed his true feelings. It was the ultimate indicator that he was ready for action. And it showed that he possibly had secret desires for his sister. 'Holy shit, this is actually happening,' they both thought. "Come over here," Maggie said seductively to her brother. "The camera is nothing to be afraid of." Jeff got in the water and approached her. "How sexy do you want this to be?" Maggie asked Gustafson. "It's really up to you. However, keep in mind that the San Francisco team are very open minded when it comes to sex. They've seen a lot. Nothing really surprises them anymore." "Oh yeah? Watch this." And with that, Maggie grabbed her brother by the shoulders and pulled him forward, kissing him sloppily on the mouth. It was a wet hot kiss. The kind that siblings should never give each other. But it was necessary for the job. No one would ever know. She did all the work, slobbering on her brother's mouth. She even slipped her tongue inside. All the while, Jeff stood still as a board. The poor guy was completely in shock over what he was feeling. He had kissed girls before, but none was as beautiful as his own sister. "He seems very shy," Gustafson noted. Maggie ended the kiss. "That's okay. I'll loosen him up." They resumed the hot kiss, with Maggie leading the way. She later ended the kiss and put her lips to her brother's ear. "Suck my tits," she whispered. "Huh?" "Suck them. Make it look natural and hot." "Oh god," he whispered. "Just do it. Don't screw this up." She pulled her brother's head down towards her chest. He hesitated at first but then began to suck her hardened pink nipple. Once her nipple was being sucked, Maggie leaned her head back and gave a blissful look. She wanted to sell the fact that she could be sensual on camera. And she did. She peeked at the men watching through the corner of her eye, and they appeared to be thrilled by Maggie's facial expressions. Something had taken hold of Jeff and he began to suck harder. He sucked both of Maggie's pink nipples and fondled her pert breasts. "Nice job," she whispered. "Mmm Hmmm..." His mouth was too busy sucking to reply. Maggie knew that he was getting carried away. She knew he would like it. And that only made the experience even more pleasurable. She enjoyed the feeling of her nipples rolling around in his mouth, and her tits being sucked. "Oh wow," she gasped. "That looks wonderful," Gustafson said. "Now let's move things along. Is there anything else?" Maggie thought quickly. There was an innuendo in Gustafson's voice. A sexual innuendo. He wanted to see something explicit. And since he was the boss, he was the man to please. She put her hands on her brother's chest. It was a signal to Jeff to stop sucking and stand up straight. "Don't move, okay?" she whispered to her brother. "Are you going to...?" "Yes. Now stay still. Relax and enjoy." Then she dropped down to her knees. The ocean waves were to her stomach. Then she grabbed a hold of his throbbing cock. She looked up and winked at her brother. Jeff looked down with disbelief. Neither of them could believe it. She strokes him a few times to loosen the mood. Maggie winked at him again. Yes, it was about to happen. That was her simple message to her younger brother. Without any further delay, Maggie took the erection inside of her mouth and began to suck. Immediately, Jeff groaned loudly. Receiving oral sex wasn't something he was used to. And it felt amazing. She sucked and sucked. Her head bobbed rapidly. Her lips wrapped tightly around the shaft. Her hands stroking and rubbing. Her tongue licking. There was a strange feeling inside of Maggie while she sucked her brother's cock. Sure, she had always enjoyed sucking cock. According to her past partners, oral sex was her specialty. (And Maggie agreed). But this was different than simply being in private. This was something else entirely. She was doing it in public. In front of two professional men. Right on the beach with the sun on her body. The ocean waves. Most of all, she was sucking off her own brother. It felt twisted and wrong. But the taboo of everything involved was incredibly hot. She loved the fact that she was making Jeff squirm with the actions of her mouth. She knew he could barely stand from the oral assault. Her oral sex was that good. Jeff groaned, "Oh my god...I think I'm going to...I think I'm going to..." She briefly took his cock out of her mouth and she stroked him. "Cum in my mouth baby. You know how much I love your cum. You taste delicious." After giving that dirty talk, she continued sucking. The siblings looked each other in the eyes. Jeff exploded in Maggie's mouth, and she continued stroking and sucking. She didn't dare stop until Jeff was completely drained of all his cum. And that's what happened. He shot his loads until nothing was left. She winked at him in a playful way and removed her mouth. Jeff playfully fell backwards into the ocean water. It felt that good. Maggie looked at the camera and winked. Then she licked her lips. Then she winked and licked her lips at the same time while the camera continued snapping photos. "That was...it was unbelievable," Gustafson stammered. Gustafson was rarely a speechless man. But on that morning, he was. *** Later that night. Jeff was sleeping. Once again, Maggie was in the midst of another late night texting session with Gustafson. It was a short and sweet conversation. She was more than pleased with the results. After the texting ended, she got out of bed and went to her brother. She woke him up by pushing his shoulder. "Wake up," she whispered. "Wake up." His eyes slowly opened. "Hmm?" "Look." Maggie showed her brother the phone. She scrolled down to show images of the photos they had taken that day. Various images of Maggie completely naked, playing under the sun and splashing the ocean water. Images of them passionately kissing. Images of Jeff roughly sucking Maggie's nipples. And finally, images of Maggie sucking cock and swallowing cum. It looked like something out of a porn website. Not something that siblings would do. But that's what happened. Jeff was shocked seeing the pictures, but also aroused. Who wouldn't be aroused at images of Maggie naked and performing oral sex? The girl was beautiful and had a sensuality about her. Despite the hardcore nature of the photographs, there was also a classiness and beauty to them. The photographer was a pro. And his pictures were top quality stuff. "Now look down here," she whispered again. She scrolled through the text conversations with Gustafson, and showed Jeff a picture of a contract. "The people in SF liked my pictures," she whispered. "This is the contract they sent me. It's for part-time work. It pays nicely. Gustafson said that I could potentially do design work in the future. Can you believe it?" "Wow, that's nice," he whispered back. She nodded. "Remember we made a deal? If you were good today, then I'll owe you back? Well, today you were great." "Yeah, thanks." "Are you ready to lose your virginity?" His eyes widened. "Huh?" "Shhh... Keep it quiet. Okay? We don't want mom or dad waking up. I have a tendency to make guys become noisy during sex, especially with a trick I do with my vagina." Maggie pulled his blanket away. The anticipation was growing. Then she pulled his shorts down, exposing her brother's manhood. Both of them became anxious. The cock was flaccid, but it quickly grew. It didn't need any further stimulation aside from the offer of sex. Being exposed in front of Maggie was enough to make any man aroused. Siblings or not, Jeff's cock wasn't immune to Maggie's sex appeal. The cock quickly stiffened and pointed upwards. Maggie removed her own pajama bottom. She never wore panties to sleep. All that was left was a big T-shirt, and she was braless underneath. She climbed on top of her brother and guided the cock to her hole. No lubrication was needed. She had already been wet from the idea of fucking her own brother and taking his virginity. It was a surreal taboo. And she was daring enough to actually try it. She had already known that it would feel amazing for the both of them. And why not? She had already given him his first blowjob. Why not be his first love making partner? Maggie's rationale was, if Jeff was going to lose his virginity, it might as well have been with her, instead of some college slut. After all, they had always been close with each other, and Jeff had done her a big favor that day. She straddled her hips to get comfortable with Jeff's cock inside of her. They looked each other in the eyes while she slowly began to gyrate her hips. Their faces were lit by the moonlight. She moved her hips in a slow and controlled manner. It was a technique which Maggie had proudly perfected. Start slow, and work things hard later on. "How does your first pussy feel?" she asked softly. "Un...fucking...believable." "That's what I like to hear." She put her hands on Jeff's chest and leaned on him. Jeff reached up and fondled his sister's tits through her T-shirt. Maggie's breasts felt soft and delicate. The nipples hardened and poked through the fabric of her T-shirt. "Shhh...." she whispered. And that was when she picked up speed. Her hips moved faster. She knew how to make a guy feel good. After receiving a nice modeling contract, she felt that she owed him. She wanted to make things feel extra special for her virgin brother. And she did just that. She did her famous vagina trick. She clenched her pussy tightly when she moved up, and released when she slid down. It achieved its desired effect when Jeff's eyes widened and he was about to release a loud groan. But Maggie was quick enough to prevent that by putting her hand over his mouth. It had been anticipated. "No noises, remember?" she whispered. "We wouldn't want dad to know that we're fucking in here. And we wouldn't want mom to know that I'm taking your virginity. This is our secret, forever." She clenched her pussy and thrust. Her hand was still covering her brother's mouth. "I know how badly you want to cum. I can tell. It's okay. Do it. Cum inside my pussy." After a few more moments of her vaginal technique, Jeff came inside his sister's pussy. She clenched her vaginal muscles tightly and quickly rocked her hips, up and down, then back and forth. Her tight little hole maintained a strong grip on the ejaculating cock. "That's it," she whispered. "You're almost done. Almost there. That's it." She continued working her pussy until Jeff went flaccid. Then Maggie was finally able to relax her vaginal muscles. She climbed off him, and instead of using tissue for cleanup, she used her mouth, slurping everything up. Her lips and tongue made sure that Jeff was clean. Then she swallowed what was in her mouth. When it was done, Maggie pulled her brother's shorts back up, and she covered him with the blanket while he simply laid there in bliss. She couldn't resist teasing him one last time, by patting Jeff's cock through the blanket. "Good night," she smiled. "And thanks again for the help today. It's not something I'll forget." Maggie went back to bed. She didn't bother cleaning his cum from inside of her pussy. And she didn't bother putting her pajama bottom back on. She simply went to bed bottomless, with her brother's cum inside of her. The End

Born To Be Naked by atarizona79 Jasmine is an average girl except that she is always naked.. Chapter 1 It was a beautiful morning in early summer months in a small coastal town in the state of Goa, India. This place was a hidden gem with virtually no tourism. On the west side there was a long stretch of pristine beaches and mountains lined the east side of this secluded town. This small community enjoyed all the comforts of the modern world, thanks to the administration of the town led by Andrew D'Souza for the last thirty years. Andrew had suffered a heart attack that morning. An ambulance was rushing him to the hospital. He was accompanied by his family that included his wife Rosie, 23 years old son, James, and 21 years old daughter Jasmine. The ambulance arrived at the emergency entrance of the hospital and killed the blaring sound. Neha Singh, a very young doctor who had recently completed her internship, was in charge of emergencies that day. She immediately swung into action and was being briefed by a nurse as they were running through the lobby. When they were about to enter the ICU, Neha stopped just for a moment. A second ago, in the lobby, she noticed the patient's family huddled together. A young man was holding an old woman and a young woman in each arm, consoling them. It is a very common sight at hospitals. However something she noticed through her peripheral vision was totally out of place. "I think the younger woman in the man's embrace is naked," whispered Dr. Neha to the nurse. "Oh yeah, that would be Jasmine," the nurse said. As if it explained everything. And the nurse closed the doors. A couple of hours later Dr. Neha stepped out of the ICU. Patient's family was surrounded by many people. Some of them rushed towards her, the patient's wife was ahead of them all. "Mrs. D'Souza?" Dr. Neha asked. Mrs. D'Souza was shaken but managed to ask, "Yes, that's me. How is my husband?" "He is doing fine now. We ran several tests and there will be a few more later today. It was a mild heart attack, as you may have suspected, but he is out of danger now," Dr. Neha assured her. James and Jasmine made their way out of the crowd and stood next to Mrs. D'Souza holding hands. Neha still could not believe what she was seeing right in front of her. Jasmine was standing there stark naked. She did not have a stitch of clothes on her body. Neha quickly sized her up. Jasmine was about 5 and a half feet tall, had silky black hair reaching to her shoulders. She had beautiful brown colored eyes, and had full lips on her slightly round face. Her breasts were probably the best Neha had seen so far. They were perfectly round with rose bud nipples. She was standing with her legs crossed but from what Neha could see, she had perfectly waxed pubes. With such a beautiful face and a figure that any girl would kill for, Jasmine could easily pass for a model or a film star. Mrs. D'Souza introduced them, "This is my daughter Jasmine and he is my son James." Her voice snapped Neha back to reality. She had a strong urge to ask why on earth she was naked but she was too astonished to say anything. Being a doctor, she had seen her share of naked bodies. But this was something altogether different. Neha thought, even considering the worst case scenario where they had rushed their father to the hospital and Jasmine didn't even waste a minute to wear something, assuming she was already naked, it did not make any sense that nobody, especially her family thought of draping her with a sheet or something once they were at the hospital. And if it wasn't enough, nobody around her seemed to be bothered by her nudity. Everyone was behaving as if everything was absolutely normal. Neha was called out to another emergency and had to leave. She was occupied for the rest of the day but she constantly had Jasmine in the back of her mind. She did not see her again that day and did not get an opportunity to ask anyone about what was the deal with the naked girl. Next morning, Neha was on her rounds to check on her patients. She was satisfied with Andrew's numbers on the chart. She was making some notes while chatting with him when someone called out in a sweet voice behind her, "Hello Doctor, may I come in?" Neha, without turning, said, "Please come in, I will be out of here in a minute." As Neha looked up from her notepad, she saw the cutest naked bubble butt walking towards Andrew's bed. Obviously it was Jasmine. She was wearing only a pair of sneakers and carried a small purse over her shoulder. She sat on the edge of the bed next to her father. She then reached out to hold his hand and brought it closer to her cheeks. Leaning her face on his hand, she closed her eyes. She was probably just thankful for him alive and contemplating how badly it could have turned out. Neha couldn't help but notice that her succulent bare breasts were brushing against the back of her father's hairy arm. Her father was unfazed by that touch and patted her head with the other hand as if to assure her that the worst was over. Despite Jasmine's out of place nudity, it was an emotional picture. Neha could not take her eyes off Jasmine. She did not want to leave the room even though her business there was over. "How are you doing, Dad?" Jasmine asked after a few quiet moments when she just stayed there with her eyes closed. "I am absolutely fine darling. In fact, I am ready to go back home." "Mr. D'Souza, we are keeping you under observation for the next 36 hours, if not longer," Neha said. If she could, she would keep him there forever just to see Jasmine everyday. "You got to listen to the Doctor's orders, Dad," Jasmine said in an authoritative tone. "We were so worried when you collapsed yesterday without any warning. Mom has been an absolute wreck since yesterday." "I know, dear. I had to force her to go home last night; she was not ready to leave my side. If it was up to her, she would have slept here next to me all night." "And do you know what she did the first thing today? She woke me up and sent me here to check on you. She did not even let me get dressed. Look at me," Jasmine stood up and circled around herself as if to prove that she was really naked. Then she looked at him with a completely innocent face and fluttered her eyelashes. The daughter and father burst into laughter together. Neha felt like an intruder in their inside joke, which she obviously did not understand. After spending a few minutes, Jasmine looked at the clock and said, "Oh God! I have to run, or I will be late for college. Bye Dad, bye Doc." And with that she was gone. Neha thought her father would say something about Jasmine, probably to defend her nudity, but all he said was, "God bless that child!" Neha wondered if she was rushing to get dressed for college. After all, who goes to college naked? She knew that schools and colleges can be brutal places for anyone. Going naked to college is nothing short of commiting suicide. She convinced herself that Jasmine would go home, get dressed and then go to college. Later that evening, Neha was leaving for the day. She noticed from the end of the lobby that Jasmine was back at the hospital. It was not difficult to spot that girl. She was perched over the counter talking to someone at the reception. Jasmine's bare breasts were pressed on the glass countertop and her flattened nipples could be seen from the bottom side of the glass. It reminded Neha of how they used to press their noses against the car window as kids. "Hey Jasmine, how was your day at the college?" Neha asked as she reached the reception. Jasmine straightened up and stood facing Neha. "It was great. We are almost at the end of the semester. I will be graduating soon." "Did you come here straight from your college?" Neha had to ask even if she sounded nosy. "Yes, I did, why? My college is only two blocks away from here." Jasmine said, pointing in the general direction of her college. Neha did not answer the question. Instead she updated Jasmine on her father's health status to divert her question. Jasmine left and Neha's gaze kept following her until she disappeared in her father's room. Neha approached the reception and signed herself out on the iPad. She knew the hospital clerk, Rita, well enough. She was like a nice motherly lady who brought some homemade food last week for her. Rita seemed to be wrapping up for the day. Neha asked, "Hey, Rita, are you leaving?" "Yes, madam, was there anything you need me to take care of?" she said, setting her purse down. "No, no. I was just wondering if you have no plans for the evening, maybe we could go out for a drink." Rita gladly accepted. As they were walking towards Neha's car, Rita said, "It is a bit early for the only place in the town to open where we could go get a drink." Neha considered it for a moment, "In that case, is it okay if we go to my place?" "Of course it is okay." It took them only a few minutes to reach Neha's house. Neha showed her bar and went for a quick shower. When Neha stepped out, showered and wearing her pajamas, Rita had already poured two glasses of wine and was reading something on her phone. Neha sat on the sofa across from Rita. After a small talk, Neha said, "Rita, you know I just moved here last week and don't know much about this place or even this state. I applied for an internship here because I thought this being a very remote place, would be in need of doctors and good facilities. I was surprised looking at this town, to say the least. I liked it here, though it is too early to say. Before coming here, I used to think there was nothing I hadn't seen. But, boy was I wrong? I am unable to wrap my head around the fact that there is a totally naked girl strolling in this town as if it is nobody's business. I mean how is that even possible? What about her parents, family, society, authorities, moral police and media? How did..." Rita interrupted, "Sorry madam..." Neha corrected her with a smile, "Call me Neha, please." "Sure. Neha, I know how shocking it would be to you. We are so used to it that I don't think anyone thought of mentioning it to you sooner. All your bewilderment is totally justified. Let me start at the beginning. D'Souzas have been our neighbors since I got married and came to this town years ago. Jasmine and my daughter, Beth, are about the same age and the best friends. They literally grew up together and Rosie and I have been like their second mothers. I still remember the joyful moments when we both were pregnant and both gave birth to beautiful daughters just a week apart. Jasmine was born first and Beth about a week later. I remember it all so clearly. Jasmine never liked wearing any clothes and she was always naked. I think I saw her in clothes only a very few times, maybe during festivals or on some special occasions. She is the baby in the house and got away with it when she was young. Mr. D'Souza practically owns more than half of the town including schools and colleges. He is also politically influential. So people in the town and authorities did not really have the stomach to say anything about Jasmine's public nudity. It was Jasmine's mother who was tired of all the gossip as Jasmine grew older. Can you even blame her? Which mother in this world would tolerate that? I also tried to talk her out of it but it did not help. Even being her best friend, my daughter never showed any interest in being nude herself, thank God! She is too shy, exactly opposite of Jasmine. Except for her nudity issues though, Jasmine is a daughter any mother would envy. But like I said, her mother couldn't deal with all the criticism. She forced Mr. D'Souza to send her to a boarding school hoping that it will help her outgrow. Jasmine completed her 12th grade there and returned back home right after her eighteenth birthday. I remember it because it was Beth's 18th birthday the following week. Jasmine hadn't changed a bit. If anything, she got bolder when she was away. Her mom had restricted her from being out in public as much as possible. But after she was back from the boarding school, she started going anywhere and everywhere naked. There she was, at Beth's biggest birthday party, standing next to Beth completely naked. Of course, Beth didn't mind, she was happy to have her best friend back. Beth still has a framed picture in her room hugging her naked friend tightly right after the cake was cut. Jasmine started attending college here. Her mother told me that she had offered her two choices for college. First was to start wearing clothes and go to either of two colleges in the town or stay naked and she can only go to girls' commerce college. Jasmine obviously chose the girls' college. Beth tagged along with her. However weird it sounds, a clothed girl hanging out with a completely naked girl every day, all day, I must say, it was a beautiful sight. What happened in the next three years changed a lot of things for Jasmine and this town. She immersed herself in social work to care for the poor and unprivileged. Our hospital was one of her initiatives. She started a new school. She helped bring two factories to the town and created employment. She became a sweetheart, a naked angel and people started looking at her beyond her nudity. Her father is her strongest supporter and he does not seem to mind at all that she is naked in front of everybody all the time. As far as mainstream media, her father has kept them away from her. She still appears in the local newspapers with black strips covering her private parts." This was beyond imagination for Neha. After a few drinks and some more chit chat, Rita left. Now that Neha knew a lot more about Jasmine, she ached for more. She kept replaying images of Jasmine in her mind. How her hair looked like waves and her boobs bounced so gently and her perfectly shaped ass swayed when she walked through hospital corridors answering everyone's greetings. How she was so natural and perhaps even more confident than a woman in a business suit when surrounded by crowds at the hospital. Neha did not want to but needed to know more about Jasmine. She could hardly wait to see the Goddess again. She kept dreaming about Jasmine all night. Next morning, Neha went for a quick morning jog in the park next to their bungalow community. She was probably halfway on the track when she saw Jasmine, running and heading towards her. She was not fully naked though. She was wearing a black sports bra but no bottoms that day. As they were face to face, Jasmine stopped and rested both her hands on hips. She was sweaty all over. A bang of her hair got loose and she flipped it. Catching her breath Jasmine said, "Good morning, Doc. I didn't see you on the track before. First time here?" "Good Morning! Yep, my first time here, I thought I needed some workout," Neha said. "Oh come on Doc! You are in perfect shape. This was my last lap, I am going to cool down for a few minutes," Jasmine said, pointing to the benches nearby. They sat on the benches facing each other. Jasmine absentmindedly sat with her legs apart. She removed the band from her ponytail and shook her head side to side. Her pussy lips were parted giving Neha a full view of cleanly shaved pussy. Jasmine immediately noticed Neha's hesitance and crossed her legs. "Sorry Doc, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Neha replied, "I should be the one apologizing, ogling at your pussy!" Jasmine started laughing, "If you don't mind, then I don't mind." Neha spoke next, "Jasmine, I will be honest. I think you are the greatest girl I have ever met. I couldn't even imagine what kind of courage is needed to stay in nude in front of everyone and have them love you for something much greater. I could not dare strip in my roommate's presence when I was staying at the hostel." Jasmine blushed. She did not hear this too often. Jasmine said, "Thanks doc. That's nice of you to say. I never feel the need to cover up. This seems like the most natural thing to do." A moment of silence passed. An elderly couple on their morning walk stopped near them for a quick chat. Later a group of four young guys, probably college students, jogged by and greeted her with, "Hey, Jasmine". Jasmine returned each greeting with a smile.. "By the way," Jasmine said, breaking the silence between them, "Mom wanted to invite you for dinner over the weekend. Before you ask why, this is a small community and it is a tradition of my family to welcome new members." "That's very nice of your family." "Does Saturday evening work for you? Hopefully Dad is discharged by then." "Yeah, it works," Neha said. Then in a teasing tone she asked, "Jasmine, what's with the bra today?" Jasmine laughed, "I know, right! I am not always naked; I wear this at least for an hour each day." With that she pulled her bra over her head. She said goodbye to Neha and started walking towards the park exit. Neha did not even make an attempt to not stare at the perfect figure till she disappeared. Over the course of the next few days, Neha ran into Jasmine a few times. Neha still could not get used to seeing Jasmine naked and each time her heart raced at her sight. Finally it was Saturday, after a week that seemed to be very long. Jasmine had called Neha earlier that day to remind her about the dinner plan. Neha didn't have to worry too much about what to wear that evening. She knew that she wouldn't be judged based on her attire. She chose a simple white blouse and a denim skirt. When she arrived at the D'Souzas, she thought that it was a much bigger house than she had imagined. It was almost a mansion. Jasmine's mother answered the door and welcomed her warmly. Neha handed her a basket of fresh vegetables she picked up on her way. The house was filled with the aroma of rice cooking. "So glad you could make it," Jasmine's mother said, letting her in. Pointing towards the large sitting area she said, "Please make yourself comfortable." She called out for Jasmine. Jasmine and a young woman about her own age descended down the stairs. As they reached down Jasmine did the introductions, "This is Beth, my best friend since I could remember. And Beth, this is Neha, new doctor at our hospital." Jasmine, as Neha expected and hoped for, was totally naked. Today she was not even wearing shoes, a hat or any other accessory. She did not seem to be fond of jewelry as well because she wasn't wearing any. It made her appear more naked, if that was even possible. Beth was wearing worn out jeans and a yellow top. Neha remembered and silently agreed with what Beth's mother had said about seeing them together like this was indeed a beautiful sight. Jasmine gave Neha a house tour, Neha was hoping for it when she saw the house from outside. It was obvious that D'Souzas were a pretty wealthy family. Carefully picked furniture, antiques, plush carpets provided each room with an elegant look. There were several family pictures on the walls. Neha stopped and inquisitively looked at all of them. In most of the pictures Jasmine was completely naked. She made a mental note of asking Jasmine about these pictures at some other time. Neha liked all the pictures but one of them was immediately her favorite. In that picture, Jasmine was cooking something and was wearing a tiny apron without anything underneath. Only her right breast popped out because the apron sat unevenly on her shoulders. A bang of loose hair was hanging low. The picture was taken from behind her and she was half turned to pose. So the picture captured Jasmine's full ass, her right breast and her innocent face with the most beautiful smile Neha had ever seen. All those pictures were also a confirmation of what Rita had told Neha about Jasmine. The pictures were taken over several years and on various occasions and, oh boy, it was clear that this girl hated clothes. Neha almost didn't recognize Jasmine in one of the pictures where she was dressed in a long gown. They had a pretty good laugh about it. Jasmine's father was in his bedroom, about to go to the dining room. Girls spent a few minutes with him. Jasmine's brother had just arrived and was waiting for them at the dining table. "Dinner is ready," Jasmine's mother called out. Jasmine and Neha sat on one side of the table, facing Jasmine's brother and Beth, and mom and dad sat at each end. It was a multiple course meal and Neha liked every bite of it. The conversation at the table was light and filled with a lot of laughter. Neha liked how down to earth the family was and she instantly felt at home with them. She also noticed that Jasmine's family was very accustomed to her nudity. Not once did anyone say or do something that could be because a naked girl was sitting at the table where everyone else was fully clothed. Jasmine's father asked Neha, "So Dr. Neha, how do you like our town? Is there anything that we could do to make your transition here easier?" "I liked this place. I am still getting used to it but I like it so far," Neha said, this time with a bit more confidence. "Did you go sightseeing? Not that there is a lot to see but we got a few pretty places you might like," Mr. D'Souza said. "Do you want me to take you around, Neha," Jasmine asked. "We can go tomorrow. We can start with lunch at the beach shack and then check out a few spots till sunset." "That sounds great," Neha said, already picturing a day out with a gorgeous naked girl. After the dinner, Jasmine's mother and father retired to their bedroom and Jasmine's brother went to the study room. Jasmine opened a bottle of wine and the girls sat out on the porch with their glasses. Weather was nice and warm with an occasional breeze. After a few glasses their conversation got much lighter. Neha asked, "Jasmine, first of all, my apologies, I asked someone at the hospital about your lifestyle and learnt a few things about you. It was totally inappropriate on my part." "No worries, Neha," Jasmine said, patting Neha's knee, "I would do the same if I were you. It is not everyday you come across somebody like me." "If you don't mind, can I ask you something?" Neha asked. "Go ahead, I have nothing to hide," Jasmine winked. "How did you get here?" Neha asked with a gesture showing Jasmine's naked body. "It is a long story. I never thought I would be able to do it, I mean be naked 24/7 and go on with normal life simultaneously. I think, I am an extreme exhibitionist. I like the thrill of being naked in front of other people. However, I am a bit different than most of the exhibitionists. They typically flash or streak and are sneaky most of the times. I am fearless like a big cat. I don't carry a little dress to slip on quickly. Heck, I don't own more than a couple of dresses that are accumulating dust in my closet. Last time I wore proper clothes was a few months back! My parents dragged me to a few shrinks and I fully cooperated with them to get cured if it indeed were some mental illness. The shrinks separately and unanimously concluded that I am mentally alright. Their reports, which my parents shared with me later, concluded that if I am forced to wear clothes, I may comply but that would most certainly have several negative impacts on my mind and body. And they also stated that if I were allowed to be naked anytime, anywhere, as I wished, I would probably achieve great heights. My mother accepted their diagnosis, however, she was not willing to let me go naked in public and become an object of lust. She had no issues with my nudity in and around the house as well as in front of immediate family. My parents also tried to keep me away from home with a hope that it would help. There was a period when I forced myself to wear clothes for ten days straight just for the sake of my mother. The results were devastating. When doctors examined me, they were certain that I would die because of depression and there was nothing they could possibly do to save me. It was then that my mother told me that she did not give a damn about the world anymore. All she wanted was a healthy daughter and she couldn't care less if she was wearing clothes. My dad always supported me and I am sure he helped convince my mom." "Wow! That is incredible. I didn't know this part. You have been through a lot," Neha said, hugging Jasmine. Beth chimed in, "I think your father is the coolest one with your nudity. I saw you sitting in his lap playfully many times totally nude. I cannot do that with my father while I am fully clothed and cannot even imagine doing that while I am naked. You guys are definitely much closer and open to each other than most fathers and daughters. Remember Jasmine, when you were called to hand over trophies after a cricket tournament. The crowd went wild and erupted in cheering when you walked into the stadium holding your head high with a cricket bat on your shoulder wearing nothing but gloves?" "Now that was fun, wasn't it?" Jasmine said, laughing and probably remembering the details. "Do you know, Neha, I am the only woman on the board of our hospital? And I am naked in every board meeting among all the men. You should have seen their faces when I walked in the board meeting for the first time. They must have thought I would be dressed up being an executive but, hey, I make my own rules. I have given speeches, participated in sports, volunteered at charities, attended events and pretty much done everything you can imagine while being completely naked." Setting her glass down, Neha said, "I understand how your family supports you. How do other people react up close? Aside from family honor, aren't there any safety concerns in going around like this?" Jasmine shifted in her chair, "Well, safety concerns are always there but no more than any other well clad woman has. As far as family reputation, my father does not believe in that BS." Neha was silent for a moment looking into her glass, taking it all in. When she looked up her eyes met with Jasmine's. They both held the gaze a minute too long. Beth had to clink her glass to break their trance. It was obvious they adored each other very much. "Well, I should get going," Neha said, rising from her chair. Girls hugged each other. "Should I pick you up at about noon for sightseeing, Neha?" Jasmine asked as Neha was getting in the car. "Deal," Neha said before she drove away. Neha was ready an hour before their scheduled time to go sightseeing. She was wearing jeans shorts and a red tank top that ended right above her belly button. She was subconsciously listening for any sounds of Jasmine's arrival. She heard an engine sound outside and knew it would be Jasmine. Neha stepped out and when she looked at Jasmine she knew she was in love with this girl on a motorcycle. She took a good long look at Jasmine before descending from her porch. Jasmine was sitting naked on a motorcycle with both her legs stretched out touching the ground. She was wearing knee high brown riding boots. Her hands held onto the handles. A pair of round sunglasses sat on her nose bridge but her eyes were visible on top of them. The nipples on her perfectly round, firm breasts were erected and pointing straight forward. "If you are done looking at me shall we go?" Jasmine smiled and asked. Without saying anything Neha climbed behind Jasmine. She slid one hand very slowly beginning on the right side of Jasmine's bare torso. She did the same on the other side till both her hands were around Jasmine's waist. Holding Jasmine tight, she whispered in her ear, "Jasmine, I love you!" Jasmine slowly turned her head towards Neha. Their lips were almost touching now. Neha was holding her breath to see how Jasmine would react. She knew it was a sudden and bold move on her part but she was helpless, driven solely by her heart. "I love you too, Neha," Jasmine said in a sultry voice. Neha sighed, relieved, and they started kissing passionately as if they were lovers forever. Neha's hands moved up and started fondling Jasmine's breasts, slowly massaging them and occasionally pinching the erect nipples. Jasmine broke the kiss and leaned her head on Neha's shoulder, facing forward, eyes shut, moaning. Taking it as a sign to move on, Neha slid her right hand down Jasmine's flat stomach, only stopping for a moment to explore her belly button. Neha's fingers kept sliding down till they were inside Jasmine's warm and wet pussy. "Oh my Gosh! Neha, right there," cried Jasmine. "You like it, don't you?" Neha said, increasing her pace. "I am gonna come, oh my, I am gonna come, Neha..faster, faster." This continued for a few minutes and Jasmine came, still sitting on her motorcycle. Neha held her until her breathing returned back to normal. They continued with their kiss which was interrupted earlier. "Now I am ready to go sightseeing," Neha said, breaking the kiss. "Let me get cleaned up before we head out in the town. People always see me naked but they have never seen my pussy dripping like this," Jasmine said, wiping off her pussy with two fingers. She inserted her wet fingers in Neha's mouth. Neha sucked on Jasmine's fingers deliciously. "Let's get you cleaned up inside," Neha said. With that they went inside, holding hands and closed the door behind them. Chapter 2 Neha's two bedroom house was modest but very neat and clean. Jasmine kept following Neha hoping that she would be shown a bathroom. Instead she was led into Neha's bedroom. Neha suddenly turned around and they stood facing each other. Jasmine made the first move and started removing Neha's clothes. She unbuttoned her shorts and it fell around her feet. Neha kicked it away. Then she pulled Neha's top over her head. She was not wearing underwear or bra. As soon Neha was naked, they hugged. Their boobs crushed against each other and were squeezed between their bodies. The kiss this time was just as hungry as they devoured each other's sweetness. Jasmine gently pushed Neha and sat her on the bed. She got on her knees and buried her face in Neha's thighs. Neha slowly lied on her back and closed her eyes. Neha's whole body shivered at the intense pleasure that Jasmine was giving her. Jasmine herself was wet all over once again. While she was enjoying Neha's womanly juices, she couldn't hold herself anymore and her hand reached down to start rubbing her own pussy. Neha sat up and pulled Jasmine on the bed. As if the next move was orchestrated, they got into sixty-nine position with Jasmine climbing up on the bed and Neha quickly turning 180 degrees under her. Both of them got busy getting and giving as much pleasure as humanly possible to each other without holding anything back. Neha came first followed by Jasmine right behind Jasmine turned around and kissed Neha. Then she fell on her back and lay down next to her. Both of them said nothing but continued to enjoy the bliss quietly. A few minutes later when Jasmine turned her head to look at Neha, she found her asleep. Jasmine sat up to take a good look at Neha's naked body. This was the first time she was really seeing her. Neha turned on her side, still sleeping, and was facing Jasmine. Neha was paler than Jasmine. Her long legs were toned due to regular running. Her proportionate hips gave away to a narrow waistline. She had a small ring pierced on her belly button which Jasmine didn't notice earlier. Pink nipples on her slightly bigger than Jasmine's own boobs, were still hard. Jasmine lay down and held the hard nipple in her mouth slowly sucking on it. Neha, still asleep, instinctively pulled Jasmine's head closer and crossed her leg over her body. Neha woke up a few minutes later. This time, Jasmine was asleep but held Neha's nipple between her lips. Neha thought she must have fallen asleep while sucking on it. Neha didn't want to wake her up but she had to go pee. She slowly pulled her breast away from Jasmine. With this movement, Jasmine stirred but remained asleep and her lips tightened their grip on Neha's nipple. It only made things worse for Neha. She gave it a few seconds to avoid startling Jasmine again and then continued to pull herself away to free her nipple. Finally it came free from Jasmine's mouth making a soft pop sound. Jasmine did not wake up, but her lips started searching for what was taken away from them. When her lips stopped moving, Neha slowly slipped away. She tiptoed to the bathroom and relieved herself. Then combed her hair and touched up on her makeup. When she returned to the bedroom, Jasmine was just waking up. "Hey sleepy head," Neha called out. It was just over a couple of hours since Neha had climbed on Jasmine's motorcycle. But it felt like a long time ago. "Where am I, what did you do to me?" Jasmine said dramatically, pretending to be confused and covered her breasts with her hands as she sat up. "Very funny! Hey, do you still want to go sightseeing and lunch? I have a leftover pizza enough for both of us if you prefer to eat here and ditch the sightseeing for today," Neha said while getting dressed. "Why don't we drop the sightseeing and just go for lunch?" "That's totally fine by me," Neha said. Jasmine got off the bed and went to the bathroom. She didn't bother closing the door as she peed. Then she splashed cold water on her face like she always did after waking up. "Do you mind if I use your makeup?" Jasmine shouted while looking at her reflection in the mirror. "Help yourself to whatever you want." Jasmine set her hair, applied some light makeup and finished it with her favorite pink lipstick. She also soaked a towel in warm water and wiped her pussy and inner thighs. She did not want any visible residue. Then she sprayed deodorant liberally all over her body. She emerged from the bathroom looking refreshed. Neha was scrolling through her phone, sitting on her recliner. "So, where are we going for lunch?" asked Neha without looking up. "I am in the mood for some fulfilling food. How about we go to Poornima? It is supposed to be authentic North Indian food," Jasmine said, doing air quotes for 'authentic'. "I am starving," Neha said, "anything is fine with me." There was a long pause and Neha didn't get up. Jasmine thought she was probably rethinking. "Are we waiting for something?" Jasmine finally asked. Suddenly realizing her mistake, Neha laughed, "Oops! I was waiting for you to get dressed. It is out of habit. I almost forgot that you will be going naked." "Do you want me to wear clothes," Jasmine teased her. "God, no! Let's go," Neha said and dragged her out. Poornima was a hillside restaurant located on the other side of the town. That meant they would have to ride through the traffic and then take the highway. Neha climbed on the motorcycle behind Jasmine and wrapped her hands around Jasmine's waist. With a flick of a switch the powerful engine roared back to life. It almost looked like power overkill with two lightweight girls on the motorcycle. Jasmine navigated her motorcycle very skillfully. She must have been riding for years to be able to control that monster so easily. Several heads were turning in their direction. Neha thought what a beautiful sight they must be to anyone looking at them. She also wondered if those looks were due to a naked girl riding a motorcycle or a stranger girl riding behind her. She thought it was probably the latter one. They left the traffic behind and started speeding on the highway. The highway ran parallel to the sea and you could smell the sea. Neha was busy looking around enjoying the ride. Then she rested her chin gently on Jasmine's shoulder. The cool breeze from the front and warmth of Neha's body on the bare back was enough to arouse Jasmine. As Neha looked down over Jasmine's shoulders, she noticed how hard Jasmine's nipples were. Noticing that the highway was pretty deserted, Neha slowly lifted Jasmine's breasts feeling their weight in her palms. Jasmine continued to speed without being bothered at all by this. This was Neha's very first time to go out in public with Jasmine. She did not know what to expect. But she knew that she was in good hands. Neha stopped playing with Jasmine's breasts when they exited the highway and pulled into the restaurant parking lot. Jasmine grabbed her clutch purse from the motorcycle's carry bag. They had to climb a few stairs to reach up to the restaurant. They could see inside the restaurant while they climbed because the entire wall facing the ocean was made of glass. "Looks like a neat place!" Neha said. "Yep, and I like the food here. But I will let you be the judge to decide the authenticity." Neha wondered if the restaurant policy allowed a naked girl to dine in along with other patrons or will they be seated separately. She imagined what would happen if she walked into a restaurant back home in Delhi, naked. She will probably get arrested immediately. She shivered at that thought. "You are a sight for sore eyes, Ms. D'Souza," the doorman said, opening the door for them. "Thank you! I get that a lot," Jasmine said and winked at him. The inside of the restaurant was spacious with about 20 tables arranged in no particular pattern. Then there was a row of high tables with two chairs each by the glass wall for those who wanted to enjoy the ocean view. The manager greeted them and asked, "Your usual place, Ms. Jasmine?" "Yes, please," Jasmine said as the manager and Jasmine started walking towards the high table at the center of the glass wall. "Maya will be your server today, she will be right over," said the manager and left them alone. They had a nice view of the ocean from their table. Anyone else in the restaurant had a great view of Jasmine's back, right side of her entire body or a full frontal naked body depending upon where they were sitting. A few heads turned their way and some of them waved but soon went back to whatever they were doing. Except for a Caucasian couple, who seemed to be in their early fifties. They were sitting just a couple of tables away. The lady got up and walked over to Jasmine and Neha's table. Jasmine was sure she had never seen her around before. "Oh, dear! You really are naked. I thought my eyes were playing a trick on me. I forgot my glasses. Are you alright?" She genuinely seemed concerned. "Yes, yes, I am absolutely fine," Jasmine assured her. "Is it some kind of dare or did you lose a bet?" "Nope, I am just a regular girl who never wears any clothes. Is my nudity offending you?" "No, not at all," the lady said as she patted on Jasmine's shoulder. "By the way, I am Becca and that is my husband Don." Don waved from his table. "We are from Florida. We live as nudists at a naturist resort in Florida. So nudity does not bother me at all, in fact I was elated to see you in all your glory but couldn't believe my eyes. Sorry to barge in like this." "That's no problem at all. I am glad to meet someone who likes to be naked, too. My name is Jasmine and my friend here is Neha," Jasmine said. She felt a connection with Becca. "Listen, I will leave you two alone. Just one quick thing before I go. My husband and I own a reality TV production company. If at any time you feel like you want to be a star, let me know. I am sure; your life must be a hell of a story that people will love to know about. I was watching you since you walked in and you are nothing short of a miracle. And even if you never want to be on TV, here is my card, if you just like to be in touch. At the least we can be friends and I would love to hear your story just for myself." "Thank you, I will be in touch," Jasmine said, sliding Becca's business card in her purse. Don paid for their food and was approaching the ladies. Becca did quick introductions but made sure not to bring up any conversation around why Jasmine was naked. They said their goodbyes and hugged. Maya, their server, was waiting at a distance till Becca and Don left. Maya was Jasmine's friend so the greetings were very casual. Both the girls were vegetarian and knew it since they dined together last night. They ordered their food and drinks and Maya went away. "Becca and Don seem very nice. She gave me a sense that I am not completely odd," Jasmine said. "You are not odd, Jasmine, just unique," Neha said, reaching across to hold Jasmine's hand over the table. "She had an interesting proposal about the TV show, are you considering it?" "I don't think so. Not at the moment, at least. I found it interesting that they live at a nudist resort though. I would love to visit one myself sometime to meet some people like me." Food came in shortly after and it was awesome. Neha approved it as authentic to Jasmine's satisfaction. "How is your work?" Jasmine asked. "It's cool. The staff is very nice but again everyone in this town is very friendly. It feels like I have been working here forever! Being the only medical facility in the town though, I think it is busier than I expected. What is the population of this town?" "About ten thousand give or take," Jasmine continued, "and yes, everyone here is very friendly, in fact more like a big family. You may have noticed that it is kind of an island with limited accessibility. Only way to get here is the long single lane road through the mountains, or on a chopper or a boat. Considering that Goa already has so many tourist places, the state government does not really want to make any investment here to develop it for tourism. They probably know the remoteness is going to be a problem and there won't be much return on their investments." "Yeah, that makes sense," Neha nodded. Jasmine continued, "The two factories provide employment for most of the population. And given the proximity to the port, the transportation of all materials is very easy. And of course we have basic facilities like a bank, hospital, fire department, etc." "It is like a tiny country by itself," Neha commented. "Exactly!" Jasmine accidentally spilled some food on her breasts. She just wiped it off clean using a napkin. No residue whatsoever was left on her bare skin. "That's so easy for you to just wipe it off. I would have to worry about the turmeric leaving a stain on my clothes had I spilled it," Neha complained. "Ha ha..Speaking of clothes, I remembered something funny. Growing up, when my mom finally gave up buying clothes for me because I just wouldn't wear any, I started getting all that money as my pocket money. I used to spend most of it buying the latest gadgets, games for my brother and cousins. That was my way to bribe them to keep them on my side always." "Very clever! And moms do like to spend a lot on their daughters' clothes," Neha said. "There is still so much I want to know about you." "Well, we will have a lot of time for that, you are not going anywhere." Girls took their time to eat lunch though they really didn't eat that much. They finished it off with the house special dessert. Jasmine pulled out her credit card to pay. Neha protested but Jasmine got her way playing the host card. The restaurant manager stopped by to ensure everything was to their satisfaction. Assuring him that it was all great they promised to return again soon and left the restaurant. "If you are still up for it, I can take you to my favorite spot," Jasmine said once they climbed on the motorcycle. "Sure, I would love that. We still have several hours of daylight left." Jasmine gave a thumbs up and they started going further away from the town on the highway. Neha thought it would probably be a nice, secluded beach. But a few minutes later, when they exited the highway, they continued going towards the mountains. Finally Jasmine stopped her motorcycle, almost thirty minutes after they left the restaurant. But there was nothing other than what looked like a dense forest. "It is going to be uphill and rough from here onwards. But it takes about ten minutes if we ride, and about 30 minutes if we walk," Jasmine said. "Let's ride," Neha said, feeling adventurous. She held Jasmine even tighter in anticipation. Neha didn't even notice a small opening between dense trees till they passed through it. Jasmine continued to carefully maneuver on a narrow trail climbing up the mountain. She wasn't kidding when she said it was a rough ride. The violent bounce in Jasmine's boobs was clear evidence of that. After what felt like an endless ride through twists and turns, they went through a natural tunnel. The trail started becoming flatter and they could hear it before they saw it. It was a beautiful waterfall, not huge but very pretty. Jasmine finally stopped the motorcycle and they got down. There was a big pond formed by the fall coming from a higher level and then there was another fall that started at a level they were standing at. This made the pond look like an infinity pool. The sunshine hit the water at such an angle that it produced different shades of colors. "It is awesome!" Neha exclaimed. They walked over to the edge to check out the view. The vast ocean was visible in the distance and the dense forest they were in seemed to be fading slowly till it completely dissolved in the ocean. It was late in the afternoon and the weather was warm. The water looked quite appealing. "Can we go in the water?" asked Neha. "Absolutely." Neha removed her clothes without any hesitation, carefully folded them and put a rock on them. "I don't want them to fly away," Neha said. "No big deal, Neha. In that case two naked chicks will be going back instead of one." "Oh God, no! I am going to put one more rock just to be sure." Jasmine took a lead and stepped into the water and Neha followed her. Water was cool and very refreshing. After a couple of dips they sat in the water, looking towards the ocean, without saying anything. They just enjoyed the serene beauty around them, the soothing sounds of water, and each other's company. "It is really very beautiful," Neha broke the silence after a long time. "I can see why this is your favorite place." "Yeah, I have been coming here for several years. James, Beth and I came across this place during one of our hiking trips and it became our secret spot to visit. We used to come here on my brother's old motorcycle. I was always sandwiched between my brother and Beth." "Naked?" "Of course. But back then it wasn't easy to get out naked and I could only do it rarely. My mom was very strict about when and where I could be naked. Only place other than our home where she would let me go without any clothes was Beth's house. Our properties are next to each other and only divided by a simple wired fence. So getting to each other's house was very easy. When we wanted to come here, I would step out of home wearing something simple. Then I would strip before we hit the highway and stay naked all afternoon with James and Beth. While returning, I wouldn't bother getting dressed at all and just remained naked all the way but got off the motorcycle at our property gate and walked the rest of my way. You may have noticed that our gate is quite far from the house and cannot be seen from inside the house. If mom ever asked, I would just tell her that I got naked only after I was inside the gate. I still feel bad that I lied a lot but I made it up to her by never lying about anything else." "So I guess after you returned from boarding school things changed, right?" "Yep, things changed after that. Mom loosened up after my depression episode due to wearing clothes. After that she never asked me to wear clothes, regardless of where I was going or who I was going to see. We have become besties since then." "Enough about me, tell me something about you." Jasmine said. "My life is not as exciting as you, not by any measure. It in fact is too mundane. But before I tell you, I think we should get out of water. We need to dry ourselves before we head back." They got out of water and squeezed out water from their hair. Then just laid down on a big boulder which was partly shaded. They let the sun and the breeze dry their naked bodies. Neha continued, "Ok, my dad is a colonel in the Indian Army and my mom is a doctor. I am their only child. I grew up in Delhi where I was born and my father was posted. I followed in my mom's footsteps and went to medical college in Delhi. I stayed at the hostel because the commute was impractical from where we lived. And I have had a few crushes, both boys and girls, but I had never been in a serious relationship, so far. As you may have noticed, I am a bit reserved, so I have very few but quite close friends." Then she leaned over Jasmine's face and kissed her. "Anything else you want to know, girlfriend?" "I would love to see your childhood picture if you have one," Jasmine said. "Sure," Neha said and fetched her clothes. She took her phone out of her shorts pocket and found some of her childhood pics. She also showed pictures of her parents and her friends. She handed the phone to Jasmine to let her browse through the pics and provided her with details while she got dressed. When Jasmine handed back the phone, Neha took a few pictures of the beautiful surroundings. "Can we take a picture together, it's alright if you say no?" Neha asked. "I don't mind at all," Jasmine said as she pulled Neha closer. They took several pictures together and then posed for solo pictures. Checking out their recent pictures, Neha said, "I wonder how come you are not famous on social media. I mean it is a matter of someone taking your picture and posting it online or sharing it in a whatsapp group?" "I am not sure. Part of the reason could be that most of the residents here don't own a cellphone. But still it is entirely possible that my pictures are on the internet. It doesn't bother me though. Think about it, it would bother those who are worried about someone they know finding out their naked pictures, maybe their parents, relatives, kids, employer, friends. I don't have to worry about that because all the people who I care about see me naked, in person, everyday. Nobody has to go online to see me naked. But to be brutally honest, I would love to be all over social media, naked and famous," Jasmine said, raising both her hands in the air, pretending to be a celebrity making an appearance in front of a crowd. "You are a slut!" Neha said laughing. "That I am," Jasmine said, grabbing Neha's head who was still sitting, and then started rubbing her pussy on Neha's mouth. Neha wiggled and freed herself, both of them laughing all along. They headed back when the sun was on the horizon. Neha hated to miss the beautiful sunset. "Thank you for the wonderful day," Neha said when Jasmine killed the engine in front of Neha's bungalow. "The pleasure is all mine." A moment of silence passed. "Are we going too fast?" Jasmine asked. Neha thought for a few seconds before responding, "Maybe we are but does it mean it is bad? I never felt about anyone like this before. It may sound cheesy but I think I was destined to come here." "That's so sweet of you. And, no, it does not sound cheesy to me. You didn't ask, but let me tell you, I also had a few crushes but nothing serious. And I have never been intimate with anyone else before you." For some reason Neha felt privileged to hear that. She hugged Jasmine. "How about we go with the flow and see where it takes us?" Neha asked. "That sounds good to me. Hey, listen, my final exams are coming up next month. I will be spending a lot of time studying. I just want you to know that if you don't see me around much till then, it will be only because I am busy studying. It is going to be difficult not to think about you but I hope you understand." "I am so glad you mentioned it now. I would be worried sick had you told this over phone or text. Yeah, absolutely, we are career and education oriented girls. Don't worry, I won't distract you. I am also going to settle down a bit now in the next few weeks. And don't be a stranger. A quick call or text would not be too much to ask for?" Neha asked. "I am not going in complete isolation. Why don't you stop by next Saturday? Mom and dad are going to be visiting my uncle in Singapore. We can hang out," Jasmine said. "Sounds like a plan." Neha said. After a final hug and a long kiss, Jasmine climbed on her motorcycle and was gone with the roaring sound that Neha started liking a lot. It was almost 7 PM when Jasmine stopped in front of the gate waiting for the security guard to open it. The guard promptly got out of his booth and opened the big wrought iron gate. When Jasmine entered he saluted her, "Salam, Memsahib." He was the son of their long time Nepali guard who had retired recently. He was always awkward around Jasmine and wouldn't even look up at her. He had never seen his wife naked since they married two years ago. So looking at a naked woman outside in broad daylight was obviously too much for him to handle. Every time Jasmine appeared, he would blush. She found it very sweet and tried her best to put him at ease by stopping for a moment on her way in and out to ask how his dad and family were doing. Obviously it wasn't helping. The maid answered the door and told her mom and dad were having their evening tea in the backyard. Jasmine found them on their usual chairs, chatting while enjoying their beautiful garden. She put her arms around her mother from behind and kissed on her cheek. Her mom patted her hair saying, "hmm. Someone seems bubbly today. How was your day?" "It was wonderful, Ma. Neha is so much fun." "You must be tired. Go take a shower. Dinner will be ready in an hour. The maid has cooked your favorite roasted eggplants." "Wow, yummy!" Jasmine said. Then ignoring her father and laughing at his complaint that she didn't love him anymore, she went inside with a stride in her step. "Something's up," her father said particularly to no one and his wife ignored him as well. Jasmine wasn't really hungry despite her favorite dish. Dinner was quick and everyone dispersed rather quickly after dinner. Sunday evenings were never particularly the greatest for leisurely hanging around in their household. Jasmine went to her bedroom and decided to study for some time before going to bed. An hour later and a quick exchange of texts, filled with xoxo, she was fast asleep. "Wake up, Jasmine," Jasmine's mother called out from downstairs. She was an early bird and It wasn't like her to stay in bed for too long. When there was no response, her mother went up to check on her. Jasmine never closed her bedroom door. She was sleeping on her stomach, her face buried in a soft pillow and was covered with her hair. Her sheets were in a pile on the floor. She tossed and turned a lot at night and her sheets either ended up entangled around her waist or more often than not were thrown on the floor. Her left leg was straight and right leg folded at the hips with the knee brought closer to her stomach. This position put her anus and pussy on full display. Again, there was nothing new about that too because she always slept like that. Anyone who walked in front of her room, would have got an interrupted view of all of this. Her bedroom was right next to the staircase, so anyone going up or down the stairs must pass by it. Her mother picked up the sheets from the floor and started folding it, "Wake up, Jasmine. You will be late for college." After a couple of more wake up calls, she sat up and lazily stretched her hands all the way up in the air, "Good morning, Ma." "Good morning, honey. Are you feeling alright, this is well past your wake up time? Get ready quickly, your lectures will start in less than thirty minutes." "There is no college, Ma. We have preparation leave for the next four weeks till the exams. I told you last week," Jasmine said, yawning. "I must have forgotten. Well, now that you are up, go get some breakfast." Jasmine started spending most of her time studying, emerging from her room only when necessary. She never missed her daily exercise in their fitness room though. And when she needed some fresh air, she just walked on their huge lawns. While she spoke to Neha daily on the phone, she still missed her. They both were looking forward to spending time together over the weekend. "We almost don't see you around anymore, let's have dinner on the porch tonight," it was her father. He stopped by one evening and insisted that she spend some time with the family. "Sure, Dad. I can use a break," Jasmine said. It was going to be just four of them at the dinner table. When Jasmine walked up to the dining table the server was bringing out hot food from the kitchen. Her dad always liked the food served piping hot. "To what do we owe the pleasure to?" James said, inspecting Jasmine from head to toe, "Are you even eating lately?" and poked her in the stomach to tickle her. "Of course I am eating, Bro. You know I go crazy if I am not fed," Jasmine said as she sat down in her chair. "James, you are not eating too well, too. You must have lost a good amount of weight," mother said. "Weight loss was on purpose, Mom," James said, "actually I carried a little extra that I needed to get rid of. But then, probably, every mother in the world thinks her children are not eating well." "She doesn't feed me enough though," their father said. "Because she is not your mother," Jasmine said. And all of them joined in their father's roaring laughter. Her father inquired about how both the kids were preparing for their exams. He was glad to hear their responses. Jasmine also told her parents that she would likely not pursue her masters, unlike her brother. She planned to focus on the hospital or do something totally different. "Just make sure you also think about earning money because the generational wealth is supposed to grow with each new generation," advised their father. "Are you two still planning to visit Uncle Pete this weekend, Mom?" James asked. Pete was Rosie's brother. He owned a business and lived in Singapore with his family. "I almost forgot to tell you. No, we are not going. Instead, Pete and his family are visiting us next week for a couple of weeks?" Jasmine wasn't too happy to hear that. She made a mental note to call Neha and inform her about a change in their weekend plan. Andrew added, "He did not want me to travel due to the heart attack. I don't know why everyone is so overreacting." Jasmine got emotional at the mention of the heart attack. She got up from her chair, went to her dad and hugged him. He pulled her into his lap and held her close. She rested her head on his chest. A tear dropped from her eye. "Don't you worry, darling. I am absolutely fine. I am not going to die anytime soon." Even though Jasmine was totally naked sitting in her father's lap nobody around them thought there was anything wrong with it. Her dad pulled James closer for a group hug. James reluctantly complied. "Uncle Pete and the company will be here the following Saturday. They already booked their tickets," Rosie said. "There is one more thing, Jasmine. You know the last time we met as families was at least ten years ago and only your dad and I have been visiting them in Singapore occasionally since then. It is probably going to be a bit awkward for them seeing you naked."

Ball Girls Wanted by Persephone "Ball Girls Wanted! Make BIG $$!! Apply at Shady Pines Golf Course. AWSOME cards required if under 15." Nikki Watson and her friend Tina Maywright read the ad together on Tina's phone as they snuggled together under the blanket on a sleepover. Nikki was 14, the older of the two friends by one year. They were both nude in Nikki's bed, a loose pile of discarded clothes on the floor. "Ball Girl. Huh. I know that a ball boy, like in tennis courts, his job is to pick the tennis ball up and throw it to the players," Tina said. "But golf balls are tiny! And golf courses are so big!  Are we supposed to find those little golf balls in like the grass and stuff?" "I dunno, maybe? Or we just stand around and look cute, and give the player a new ball when he wants it?" "Isn't that the caddy's job? Like with knowing which club he needs?" "Yeah I guess. Shady Pines Golf Course. I know where that is. My Daddy used to mow grass there. Wanna go check it out?" "Sure! Dunno why they need to see my AWSOME card though. All it's for, Barb told me at school, is to get you into adult shows at clubs an stuff. I got mine on my birthday. I've ever used it." Two days later, Nikki and Tina hopped on their bicycles and went to visit the golf course. The club house looked like a big mansion, with a row of golf carts lined up along one side of the buiding. Nikki pulled her skirt down like her Mother told her, so guys wouldn't think she was easy. Tina checked her hair in her little bicycle mirror. They knocked on the big wooden doors, then Nikki saw a doorbell next to a brass plate that read, "Ring for Service". A moment later the door opened silently - Tina was expecting a horror-movie creak - and a thin, older man with glasses smiled at them and ushered them inside. "Hi, we came about the Ball Girl ad?" Nikki said hopefully.  "I've got it on my phone," Tina added hopefully, skimming pictures on the screen. "Yes, you've come to the right place," the old man said, "please, follow me." His thumb skipped a little bit against the edge of his hand as he led the two girls through carpeted, mahogany hallways to a room with four padded leather armchairs and an immense wooden desk. A window looked out over the patio lunch buffet and the lush golf course behind it. "Wait here, please," he said, closing the big door. "Wow, what a creepy old guy!" Nikki said as soon as he disappeared. "This place is huge! How much money you think they got?" her friend wondered. "Enough that nobody here has to worry about it," a man said as he opened the door. He was balding, with a wide belly concealed by a well tailored suit. "Hello girls, my name is Morgan Lynch. I'm the staff manager for Shady Pines. You came about the ball girl positions?" "Yeah. Big money? I'm cool with that. What do we do? How much do you pay per hour? Are there benefits?" Tina's father had made her promise to ask these three questions. "My, aren't we the little business tycoon? Okay, first, your job is to accompany players on the course, keep them company and see that their needs are met." "See, Tina? Look cute and hand them a new golf ball. Shout "four!", whatever that means." Mr Oliver gave Nikki an endearing smile, and continued. "You don't make an hourly wage, you are paid in cash tips by the players themselves. We don't record it, so no taxes are filed. You keep everything." "Sweet! How much we talking about?" "Depending on how well you perform your duties, some Ball Girls can go home with as much as six hundred dollars in a single day." "Six.....HUNDRED.....bucks....in a DAY?" Nikki asked, her eyes like saucers. "Yes, possibly. One of our girls last year, Paula, was taking home over eight hundred dollars a day and she was only twelve." "Jeezus. And, benefits?" Tina asked. "Well since you're not actually on golf course payroll you don't qualify for paid benefits, but I can assure you that if anything happens to you while you're here, we'll cover all expenses, no questions asked. We look after our Ball Girls." "Sweet! Six hundred bucks a day, sign me up!" "Now, we are concerned about your health. We'll be asking you to do a lot of walking, running, and kneeling... so we need to examine you." Both girls sat before the desk and nodded obediently while he paused. "Would you mind taking off all your clothes?" "Um... I'm sorry? What?" "Take your clothes off please. We need to confirm that you are in good health. Examine you." Tina paused, suddenly apprehensive. Her father hadn't told her about this... "Shouldn't there be like a, a nurse, you know? Here?" Mr Lynch stood up in what he hoped was a non-threatening manner. "I used to be a physician, before I joined the staff here. I'm qualified to perform examinations." "Oh, um...okay." Tina and Nikki glanced at each other, a little unsure what to do. They enjoyed hanging out together nude at home and looking at nude pictures on their phones, but this was different. This was more personal; and they were in the office of some guy they didn't know. "Hey, this guy just said we'd get like six hundred bucks a day, right?" Nikki whispered to her friend, "No way he'd do anything creepy weird. Let's go along with it, make it a game. If it does get pervy we can leave. We were never here. Cool?" Tina thought about it a moment and nodded slowly, still not entirely convinced. "Ohh-kay," she said quietly, taking Nikki's hand. "Just leave our clothes on a chair?" she asked. "That's fine, yes." Tina and Nikki looked at each other and began unbuttoning their tops, slipped them off and put them on the chair. Tina had her fingers on the clasp of her bra when she realized how badly she was shaking. "I don't know..." "Six hundred bucks, Tina! Go for it!" Nikki said brightly. She slipped her bra off and laid it over her shirt. Mr Lynch watched with interest as both girls revealed their budding young boobs, and their rosy pink nipples. Tina was shivering as she knelt down to slip her shoes and socks off, then stood and hooked her thumbs into the top of her shorts. She looked out the window at the patio and the golf course, distant figures playing golf, and at birds in the sky. She knew she was about to be completely naked in front of a total stranger, and she was still nervous and shy. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she took a deep breath and slipped her shorts down her legs. She looked at Nikki, who was already down to her bikini cut panties, acting like taking all her clothes off in front of a total stranger was as normal as sending a text. Nikki sighed and slowly slid her panties down her long, slender legs. She tossed them aside and stood in front of Mr Lynch, looking remarkably nonchalant. Tina held her breath, slid her panties to the floor, and stepped out of them, feeling very aware of her exposure and indecency. She started to cover herself with her hands, but a glance from Nikki told her not to. Nikki gave her a smile, then took her hand and walked to the big window where they stood for what felt like a very long time. Tina gasped, knowing that anyone who looked this way would see two teenage girls, completely naked, standing there for the whole world to see! Her bare pussy, her legs, her boobs, everything,  right out in the open! "Very nice," Mr Lynch said after a moment, "turn around please." The girls turned around, and gasped. Mr Lynch had his pants open, his cock in his hand, and he was stroking it. It was huge! His cock was easily longer than both of Tina's hands side by side, and the tip looked like a big reddish-purple knob. Why did he have it out, Tina wondered? Suddenly she thought this whole thing was a very bad idea. He stood there staring at them and stroking his cock for what felt like forever, and Tina wondered what he was thinking. "You both look very healthy," Mr Lynch finally said. "There's just one more part of your examination. Have you ever had a man's cock in your mouth before?" "In my...in my...mouth?" Tina said in a small voice. "It's okay," Nikki whispered, "George has been showing me how to do this. Watch me." "George? Your brother? But that's... eww, gross!" Nikki just smiled at Mr Lynch and slid to her knees. The young naked teenager grasped his cock gingerly in her fingers and began to lick his cock head. She swirled her tongue around and let it force open her lips. She sucked him into her mouth and wrapped both hands around his shaft, pumping it slowly. Mr Lynch leaned back and moaned softly, letting his hands cradle the back of her head. "Ohhh yes, just like that. Oh, very nice." Tina watched, fascination overcoming her fear, as her friend sucked on this grownup cock. Nikki pumped more vigorously, bobbing her head back and forth. Suddenly she leaned back, leaving a strand of pre-cum dangling between the tip of her pink tongue and the head of his cock. "Let your friend finish," Mr Lynch said, and Nikki stood up and turned to Tina. She took her hand and positioned her in front of Mr Lynch, shoving her gently to her knees before Tina could resist. Tina knelt fascinated by the hard, slimy cock inches in front of her face. She stuck her tongue out tentatively and was about to lick the head of his cock, when she paused and glanced at her naked friend. "It's," she said, stalling, "it, you know, smells funny. And it's got your spit all over it. I don't know if I c- can..." Mr Lynch smiled and looked down at the shy young girl. "Would you like a drink? You seem nervous. Maybe a coke?" "Um, sure," she said, grateful for the delay. With his erect cock out and bobbing, Mr Lynch walked to a side bar and popped open a can of coke. He poured some into a small glass, then added a shot of something from a large bottle, a little green powder and two ice cubes. "Rum and coke, on the house. Special blend," he said. Tina took the glass with nervous fingers, unable to tear her eyes off his erection. She glanced at Nikki, who nodded firmly to her. "Go ahead, it's cool. You'll like it." Tina took a sip. The coke had an extra taste, something like honey but more...rounded. Like sunshine. And a taste behind that seemed woodsy. She thought briefly of big pandas at the zoo. "Um, thanks..." "Finish it," Mr Lynch urged, "bottoms up!" Tina closed her eyes and drained the glass, immediately feeling a funny buzz in her tummy. She handed the glass back and felt herself relax. "It also helps," he added, "to stand up and count backwards from twenty." "Yeah, okay." Tina's head felt fuzzy, but she was willing to try it. She took Nikki's hand and stood up, held her arms out at her sides and started counting. "Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, sev...sevis...seventeen, sexteen...fifteen....um.....fourteens.....thirsty...hee hee....twel.....whoooo, my head is funny! Um, twe...no I did that, um, ten, ni?....ninny! hee hee!" She gave up counting, feeling giddy and silly. Her her limbs felt extra-loose. She shook her head and stumbled slightly, grabbing ahold of the first thing she could reach - Mt Lynch's pants - which she ended up dragging to the floor, and collapsed beside them. "Oopsie!" she said, looking up at her naked friend. She started to giggle but ended up hiccuping, which made her laugh even more. "Nikki! Hi Nikki, I fell over! Whoooo, look at his thing! It's so big from down here. I wanna… I wanna..." The naked, inebriated teenager climbed up Mr Lynch's legs until she was eye to eye with his glistening, erect cock. "Hi there," she said, giving it a little wave, "you wanna be my friend? Can I kiss you?" Mr Lynch held his breath, a smile on his lips. Tina glanced up at him, and he nodded to her. She let out a small yelp of glee, grabbed his cock in both hands and slipped the head between her lips. She shimmied her hips as her head bobbed back and forth, sucking eagerly and somewhat clumsily on his cock. What she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm, and she soon had Mr Lynch moaning aloud as his body tensed up. "Ohhhh god girl, I'm gonna..." Tina paused her cock sucking to glance up at him just as a massive spurt of cum erupted from his cock and splashed across her lips. Semen dribbled down her chin and plopped onto her hip. Tina gasped and opened her mouth to suck him in again when a second spurt shot directly into her mouth. She gagged and coughed slightly, then began to savor the taste of cum on her tongue as more and more surged into her mouth. "Oh Ni....Nikki! Try this! It's yummy!" She mumbled, swallowing. She squeezed his cock with a frown, trying to coax more cum out. "Make more, do it again!" "That's all there is for now, little girl," Mr Lynch said, "But I think its safe to say you both proved healthy enough for the job. Tina, you were wonderful. Welcome to the club." He helped Tina to her feet and she clung unsteadily to him, then to Nikki. "We're in the club, Nikki! Check us out!" Mr Lynch nodded, and looked out of the large window. Out on the patio, servants were filling chafing dishes and two dozen people were milling about, drinks in hand, waiting for the buffet to open. "One final test, ladies. Follow me, please." He led the girls down a hall and through the kitchen, where cooks and waiters turned to admire the two naked teenagers. "Lunch is about to be served. Please, take these platters out to the patio." "Now?" "Please." "But we're... naked!" "You will delight our guests." "Ummmmm..." "Six hundred dollars..." "Wow. Come on, Tina." Nikki picked up a platter of little cheesy cubes on toothpicks, and Tina lifted a tray of silverware and napkins. Mr Lynch held the door open. Tina looked at Nikki, at the tray in her hand, at Mr Lynch, and at the open door. People were about to see her, completely, totally nude. She'd felt uncomfortable about being nude in front of the big window up in the office, and really felt weird about sucking cock, although the funny drink had helped. Funny it didn't last long. This was really weird.. she was about to walk into a patio full of strangers, mostly middle-aged and older men, and she was totally naked. But they all wanted her to do it. Nikki was game for it, and six hundred dollars!! So she held her head high, took a deep breath, and stepped outside.  She immediately felt a cool draft on her bare skin.The breeze on her nipples and pussy were cold, and she realized she was shivering. Not from cold but from fear. She was naked! Outside in public! She knew that people were staring at her, examining her naked body. What were they thinking? Did they just want to stare? Did they want to touch her? Did they want to fuck her? What would she be required to do? Tina began to question the whole idea again, despite how the funny drink had made her feel. What had he put in the coke? She looked over at Nikki. Nikki always seemed to know what to do, knew how to handle anything. She was holding her tray of cheesy things on little toothpicks, balancing it on one hand. Her other hand was on her hip, and she was chatting easily with three older men standing around her. One reached out and put his finger on her nipple. Nikki arched her back just a little, pressing her nipple against his finger. The other men laughed and applauded and brushed up against her, like salsa dancing. Nikki was flirting with them and they were eating it up! I can do that, Tina thought to herself. She relaxed and smiled, trying to convince herself that she was having fun. "Why don't you set that tray down," someone said, "and let us get a good look at you, young lady?" An older man with a bald patch and a beard took the tray from her and set it down, then took Tina's hands in his and lifted them up and out. Here she was, naked in public and without any way to cover herself! She felt a rough hand brush against her ass and she twitched involuntarily. "Relax, baby," the man holding her hands said, "you are one fine looking little girl. You look just like my daughter, Anne. Oh, what I wouldn't do if I was thirty years younger." "Who says you can't?" Tina replied with a grin, hoping she meant it. She looked over at Nikki, who had climbed up on a table and was letting a guy take close-up pictures of her butt. Mr Lynch took Tina's hand, and gestured to Nikki. "Gentlemen, please give our newest Ball Girls a big round of applause! Tina and Nikki will be here tomorrow, ready to go the course with any lucky member." There was a round of enthusiastic applause as Nikki hopped down from the table to join her friend. "Let's go back inside ladies, and we'll finish up the hiring process." "Now, you do get to wear a uniform." Mr Lynch said when they were back in the office, "your Ball Girl uniform is a short skirt and blouse, shoes and white knee socks. Your hair must be in a ponytail. Would you like to try one on?" "Um, sure," Nikki said, and Tina nodded from her chair. "Miss Leavey, two Ball Girl uniforms please," he said into his intercom. A moment later the door opened and a tall, elegant middle-aged woman brought two small stacks of clothing in. She glanced at Tina's cum-stained face with a wistful expression as she left the room. The young girl had forgotten her face was still plastered with cum! And all those men outside! "Here you go, khaki skirts and white blouse. And shoes." "Do you care what color panties we wear? These skirts look awful short," Nikki said, holding one up. "Oh, no, no panties. Or bra. And you'll notice the blouse has no buttons, you tie it under your boobs so it holds them up." "Wow, okay. That means the guys will be able to..." "You can count on it." "I think I see why we get tipped so well," Nikki commented, "So when do we start?" "Tomorrow at 10 am. Be here in your uniforms and we'll get you all ready. Remember, no panties!" "Yes Mr Lynch," they chirped in unison. Nikki and Tina gathered their clothes and went outside to collect their bicycles and ride home. Ball Girls - Tina's First Day The day after Tina and her friend Nikki met the members of the club, they returned to start their first day as Ball Girls. They were still unsure exactly what their duties would be, besides wearing a very revealing uniform and accompanying golfers around the course. "Did you tell your Mom we aren't allowed to wear panties with our uniform?" Tina asked. They were on their bicycles, two teenage girls riding to their first job. Tina, at thirteen, was a year younger than her friend and was still a virgin. She assumed Nikki had already started having sex, since Nikki talked freely to her about sucking her brother's cock. "Hah, no, she'd have freaked. I wore my panties till I was around the corner from the house, then took them off and got back on my bike. You?" "They didn't see and didn't ask. I thought Dad would ask about the uniform, but nope. He was really cool. The truth is, I like the feeling of the bicycle seat against my bare... yeah." She pedaled a little faster, and Nikki got a brief glimpse of Tina's bare bottom when the teenage girl's skirt flipped up as she pedaled past expensive houses and manicured lawns. They got to the golf club, where Mr Lynch greeted them at the front door. "Well don't you both look pretty as a picture in your uniforms?" he said, gesturing them inside. They passed a couple of club members who admired their short skirts and breezy, tied-off tops, nudging each other and smiling. Mr Lynch escorted them upstairs to his personal office, where he had them sign a couple of papers with liability waivers so they couldn't sue the golf club for anything its members did. Then he got them to pose for a few pictures 'for the members' in their new uniforms and escorted them back downstairs. "You're in luck," he said warmly, "It's Sunday morning, the sun is shining, and you both already have appointments." "Already? That was fast." "Oh, you both made quite an impression at the patio lunch yesterday. Nikki, you're riding with the Blackstone party, and Tina, you have the Lyman party. They both tee off at eleven. Let me introduce you." "Oh! Can I ask just one question, Mr Lynch?" Tina said. "Yes?" "Our money... the tips. These uniforms don't have any pockets." Mr Lynch smiled and patted her shoulder, letting his hand linger. "We settle up when you get back. Our members don't put cash in your bras out on the course. After all, you're escorts, not hookers," he said with a benign smile. "Oh, um, okay, cool." Tina wanted to feel reassured,  but something still bothered her. She gave Mr Lynch her best thirteen-year-old pretty-girl smile and brushed her doubts aside. "And here we are," Mr Lynch said brightly as he opened an outside door. The girls saw two golf carts, each with front and rear bench seats and a rack for golf bags. Four older men were clustered around each one, loading gear and chatting. "Tina, Ben Lyman here is one of our premier members," Mr Lynch said by way of introduction. One of the older men turned and looked at Tina, then smiled warmly. "Welcome! Oh, you look lovely. Tina, was it? Such a pretty thing. Please, meet my friends. This is Ned Sloane, and Harvey Christian, and Steven Pellis." "Remember," Mr Lynch said, leaning close and whispering, "your job is to be friendly, be pretty, keep them company. Four older men. Their marriages have probably gone stale, they like having pretty girls around. Help them out, accommodate their needs, and they'll surely tip you well when you get back." She nodded and the other men all shook her hand and talked to her while Mr Lynch introduced Nikki to the other group. The four men loaded their golf bags onto the cart and climbed aboard, filling the small vehicle. "Um... where do I sit?" Tina asked. "Right here, lil' darling," Mr Sloane said. He patted his lap and smiled. "Ooh... kay," Tina shyly climbed up and nestled her small bottom onto his lap, feeling very aware that this older man she's never seen before was going to be touching her body. She was intensely aware of the fact that her tiny skirt had lifted up, leaving only the fabric of his slacks between her pussy and the stiff rod she felt pressing against her bottom. "There we are now," he said as he slid his hands along her thighs, "Ready to cast off, Cap'n!" Ben Lyman grinned and shot Tina a quick smile as they drove out onto the manicured grass of the golf course. She looked back to see Nikki, who was standing next to one of her golfers. They were looking down at their feet and he was showing her a side by side dance step. "Bumpy road ahead," Ben called out, and Harvey lifted his hands and firmly grasped Tina's tiny boobs, holding her to him for support. She looked to the right and saw a perfectly smooth path not twenty feet from where Ben was bouncing over a field of stones. She didn't mind though. She felt very warm and safe in his embrace. "Okay, first tee. Everybody out!" Ben pulled up next to a patch of grass a different color than the rest, and Tina climbed down and watched as the four unloaded their golf bags. He seemed to take a very long time putting his tee in the ground and selecting a golf ball, and an even longer time choosing the right club. Then he took even longer standing over the golf ball and taking a few practice swings. Finally he swung his club and sent the ball flying down the fare way, but looked disappointed with the result. "Collect up his tee, will you darlin'?" Harvey asked, patting Tina lightly on her butt. She didn't see why Ben didn't just pick it up. He was right there, but he politely stepped aside to let her reach it. "No, wait," he said, "the right way is to bend from the waist." Ben and Harvey coached Tina on how to keep her legs straight but bend at the waist to pick up the golf tee, thoughtfully giving her guidance with their hands. Their friend Ned went next, taking as much time as Ben had. Then they let Tina pick up Ned's tee, and Harvey took his turn. The men seemed to take forever to play, all the while chatting about boring grown-up stuff and occasionally glancing over at Tina and making hand gestures she didn't understand. Eventually they all climbed back onto the golf cart, and Ned insisted that Tina ride on his lap this time. She felt the same funny hard thing in his pants as well.  "How old are you, sweety?" he asked as Ben drove toward more rough terrain. "Thirteen." "Thirteen, really. Have you been a Ball Girl for very long now?" "No sir, this is my first day." "Is it now! Are we your first group?" "Yes sir," she replied. "Hey guys, how'd we get so lucky?" Steve asked, "a sweet little thing like her, pretty as a picture, dressed so sexy… is that top too tight? It looks tight. Let me help loosen it up for you." "Um, okay." She helpfully raised her arms to let him untie the knot in her halter top. His fingers fumbled slightly and the top slipped, exposing one tiny pink nipple. "Ohh my, I'm so sorry little honey! Here, let me fix that." Steve's fingers clumsily groped and brushed across her nipple making her gasp before he finally succeeded in retying her top, loose and free. Despite her embarrassment she had to admit it did feel more comfortable, and even made her feel more grown up. As Ben drove into a deep rut the cart shook and Tina's boob bounced out of its lose restraint. She reached up to tuck it in, but Ned took her fingers in his. "Wait now! You know what, pretty girlie? You have such cute little boobies, it's a shame to cover them. You look so beautiful when you let your top stay open like that. It's nice. It's so nice." Ned untied Tina's top and let the sides hang open, so anyone who might look would see her young breasts framed the filmy white fabric. Ben bounced the golf cart down the path, and Tina's pretty, thirteen year old nipples bounced around on her soft little boobies. All the men agreed that was a much better look for her, making Tina blush profusely. They played through the second hole and the third, and Tina began to enjoy being the focus of their attention. She caught a brief glimpse of Nikki with her group - Nikki was topless, and holding someone's golf club. One of the men was standing tight up against her, rubbing himself up against her short skirt while helping her swing the club she was holding Some other old guy who looked like a bank millionaire, was being her caddy. Everyone seemed to be laughing and having fun, and it gave Tina an idea. "Hey, can I try that?" Tina asked, hopping out of the golf cart. "I wanna play too." Ned shared a look with the other men and everyone smiled. Tina soon stood at the tee with a club in her hands. She fumbled and dithered with it until Steve came over and stood behind her. He pressed the front of his pants firmly against her ass and slid his hands down her arms until they were holding the club together. "Like this," he whispered, the scent of his cologne in her nose. "Put your feet like so... bend your knees a little. Now relax, not so stiff. Address the ball." "Hello, ball, I'm your girl!" Tina said and everybody laughed. "You are a very funny little girl. Now sweep the club up and back and let me swing. You follow through." He managed to pull aside her top so everyone could admire her young boobs, then he swung downward and hit the ball, which flew about thirty yards. "Not bad, but I think your top got in the way." Tina thought about Nikki, topless and probably flirting with her party. She made up her mind, took a deep breath and gave Steve her sexiest smile. Then she slipped her top down her arms and held it out to him. She felt proud of seeing everyone admire her slender young body in the sunlight. It never occurred to her that grown up men would want to look at her the way they did at women.  "Better?" she grinned. "Much. I do believe that is going to improve your stroke. And mine." She laughed with the men through the sixth and seventh holes, and Tina glimpsed her friend again through the trees. Nikki and her group were still back at the fifth hole, and now she had stripped completely nude, except for her shoes. Nikki was kneeling in front of one of her men. His pants were around his ankles, and Nikki's head was bobbing back and forth in front of him. Tina watched Nikki for a moment, forgetting about everything else. She remembered how they had stripped naked for Mr Lynch yesterday and even sucked his cock, and how she and Nikki had paraded nude around the patio at lunch while she had his cum glistening in her hair. Her reverie was broken by the feel of a male hand under her skirt, softly stroking the outer lips of her pussy. Tina started to react, but then she relaxed and let the hand caress her. She couldn't see who it was, but she let them stoke her and discovered how much she enjoyed the delicious, naughty feeling it awakened inside her. As she watched, Nikki's guy grasped her head and thrust himself deeply into her mouth. Unable to breath, her friend gave a look of panicked desperation and began to pound her fists futily against his hips. Suddenly he grabbed a handful of her hair in one hand, pulled back and sent a stream of white cum splashing over her face to dribble down her chin and sparkle against her chest. The fingertips moved rapidly against her clit as she settled back on her heels to feel her orgasm flow through her trembling body. She tried to suppress her little squeaks so no one would know what was happening to her. As she recovered she turned to see Ned, one hand grasping her pussy, the other stroking his cock. His had withdrew as he felt her climax subside, and she turned slowly and stood facing him, pretending she was one of the porn stars she and Nikki used to watch nude under covers. She slid her arms around him, hugging her bare titties to his chest. Towering over her, he rubbed his massive erection against her belly, his tip bumping against the bottom of her boobs while his balls bounced gently against her pubic mound. Tina reached to her side and undid her little skirt. It tumbled down her legs as she stood on her toes and kissed the man who was paying her for sex. His hands reached down to her bottom and supported her weight. He slowly fell backward until he was laying prone on the grass. Tina used what she had learned from the girls on the videos and began kissing her way down his body. Ned stretched out on the grass and lowered his pants, giving Tina full access to his hard cock. She wrapped her small hand around the shaft, glanced up to make sure the other men were watching, and caressed it with her tongue. She gently massaged his large balls with one petite hand while she stroked him with the other. Her lips parted and she slipped him into her hungry mouth. Ned laid back and moaned softly as she began bobbing up and down, until she tasted the first of his pre-cum. The naked thirteen year old leaned over the man and skillfully sucked his cock as he lay nude in the sunlight, in full view of everyone on the golf course. Just when she felt he might fill her mouth like Mr Lynch had done, she had a very naughty idea. "If you can do the next hole in under six, I'll let you cum in my mouth." She stood up and strode naked back to the golf cart, leaving Ned gasping on the grass next to her clothes. "Oh... godd…" he moaned. "Game on, Neddy boy," Harvey said, "you gotta play to win!" "How the hell am I 'sposed to focus on my game now!" Ned asked, clambering unsteadily to his feet. He clumsily tried to climb in the cart with his pants around his ankles, pulled them up halfway, looked at the naked Tina, and took them off completely. He dropped his clothes on the seat and gave the amused young girl a pained smile. "You gotta give me release... " he begged. "Six or under, big guy. You have to earn it." The other men laughed and joked as everyone loaded up, Tina sitting on Steve's lap, her fingers gently toying with Ned's his balls. Ben bounced over more stones and Ned moaned, making Harvey laugh out loud. "You know you could take matters into your own hands," the older man said, "just rub one out." "But that's my job, I'm your Ball Girl," Tina said, finally recognizing the meaning of her job title. She sat quietly for a moment, thinking about her future. I was hired to accompany guys on the golf course. To suck their cocks. My job is to be sexy. The sexier I am, the more I get paid. Tips. If I refuse, I might not get any tips and maybe I'd get fired. And what if I let them fuck me? I don't know if I'm ready, I'm only thirteen! I wonder if Nikki let them fuck her? I bet she knows what to do. Will they get mad if I tell them to stop? I don't want to get raped... at least not in a mean way. I got my AWSOME card, so I can... Wait, does that mean I'm a hooker? There's been a lot of talk on TV about legalizing teenage prostitution. I wanted it to be special, when I lose my virginity. But it's my body! When decide to fuck it's gonna be 'cause I want to. These guys are nice, and they know it's my first day, so I'll flirt with them today and suck their cocks. Tomorrow, who knows! Tina leaned back against Steve's chest as they drove to the next hole, and let him put his hand on her thigh. She felt his erection and knew that she was going to suck that cock before they got finished today, no matter how anyone did on the next hole. Knowing that made her decision easier. She was going to suck cock and swallow cum and be their slut for the day. And if she got paid, she was going to take the money and be a hooker. 'Cause maybe that was what she was meant to be, and maybe that's why she liked to watch porn so much. Ned didn't make his par six on the next hole. He said his erection kept getting in the way of his stroke, which made everyone laugh. By the tenth whole, Harvey was the only member of the group with any clothes on. He kept saying he didn't want to put the other men to shame. At the fourteenth hole, everyone's clothes were on the golf cart. Another group of golfers, two men and two women, asked to play through. They thought that four naked men in their fifties and sixties, accompanied by one naked thirteen year old girl, was the funniest thing they'd ever seen, but they thought it might take a week or so to finish the round. Ned hadn't played under six on any hole since Tina challenged him, so on the fifteenth hole she finally took pity on him. With a massive sigh of gratification, Ned stood looking down at the teenage girl, who smiled up at him in response and reached out to grasp his eager cock at last. Her tongue slid up the underside of his shaft. Tina cupped his balls, and slipped his erection into her mouth. He moaned as she she began sucking, his hands caressing the back of her small head. Tina opened her eyes and saw Steve's naked cock to one side, inches from her lips. She began to alternate her oral ministrations between the two men while Ben and Harvey fingered and caressed her, stoking the fire that was consuming her pussy. Ned's body spasmed and jerked, and he shouted aloud as he pulled back to send a massive stream of cum splattering against the young girl's face. She grinned, licked her lips and renewed her attention, lapping at his cock as the spasms subsided. As soon as he stepped aside, spent and fulfilled, Ben and Harvey moved to take his place next to Steve. Tina proudly began sucking all three men, and reveled in the knowledge that she was controlling the three, all of them older than her own father. She was their slut, and she was going to earn every dollar of her tip! Ben came first, a thick stream of cum coating her chest and dangling from her left nipple. He held her hair and made her lick him clean, then Steve came with an explosive burst of sperm that landed in her hair and clung there. Harvey took the longest to cum, and when he did Tina was disappointed by a small dribble of cum that barely covered her tongue. But she dutifully swallowed every drop, and the men congratulated her on her skill and enthusiasm on her very first day on the job. When they got back to the house - four happy,  exhausted older men and a cum-smeared naked teenage girl - Nikki, equally naked and cum-drenched, ran to meet her with smiles and hugs. "Tina!! You look so great! Did you have fun? Wanna do it again?" "When do we go back out?" "Right now, if you'd like," Mr Lynch said as he walked up, "We all enjoyed your show - oh, didn't I tell you? There's secret cameras on the golf carts! - and Paul Miller and his group have already requested you, as soon as you're available. There are five other groups already lined up behind him." He pointed to a group of men who smiled and waved back at them. "Oh, and both of your parties tipped you a hundred dollars each - you've already made four hundred dollars in tips on your very first round. Congratulations girls!" Tina smiled as she thought about how she'd spend the money. Being a teen hooker looked like a great career move to her! Tina walked over to Ben who was tallying up the game on his phone app. "Next time," she whispered with a coy smile,  "you play nineteen holes."

Bella discovers that being a girl has some great benefits. by Vanessa Evans Part 03 The Monday, after school, saw a handful of boys following the trio home from school and they waited on the footpath for Bella’s mother to leave for work. As soon as she was gone Mike and Tom appeared and led the boys to the side of the house where they would be out of sight of people passing by, then collected the money and let the boys continue to the back of the house where Bella was waiting, still in her school uniform. Two of the boys had paid £5 and had their phones in their hands and Tom and Mike watched the boys to make sure that none of the others sneaked their phones out as Bella did her best to emulate what she’d seen on a couple of TV programs late at night. When she was naked she again tried to take the poses that she’d seen on TV. Well to start with she did, but her exhibitionism took over and before long she was on her back with her legs spread wide. She so wanted to touch her pussy and play with it but that was reserved for Thursday evenings. Bella had to stop herself and call an end to her show. Mike and Tom showed the boys out and took the names of the 2 who had paid £5 to take photographs and gave them Bella’s email address reminding then to email copies to Bella. Bella was a little disappointed that they’d only collected £15 but Tom reminded her that it was just the first day. Bella remained naked when her father came home and when she sat in the lounge she made sure that her legs were wide open for her father to see hoping that he’s change his mind about the blowjob lessons or want to fuck her. The Tuesday evening was more profitable, 9 boys paid £5 each to watch Bella strip then get their hands on her. She rewarded their efforts with a pleasurable orgasm brought on by one of the boys who found a very sensitive part inside her vagina. When they had left Bella explained to Mike and Tom what he had done to her and they promised to go on the internet and try to find out what was going on. When they were walking to school the next morning both boys told her that she had something called a G spot in the place that she’d described. Bella asked both boys to find it for her again after her mother had gone to work. They did try and they did find it. They both brought her to an orgasm with their fingers and again when they fucked her proper. Bella was tired and not very chatty when her father got home. She’d remained naked but was too tired to tease her father. The Thursday evening was even more profitable as 7 boys paid £10 each to watch her masturbate. After her first orgasm she felt a bit guilty at charging the boys £10 each so she started again and gave them a second show. Against Bella’s wishes, both Tom and Mike limited the Friday evenings blowjobs to 6 boys, Mike telling her that he didn’t want her to get lock-jaw or something like that. Tom joked saying that he didn’t want to spoil her tea. Her jaw was aching after she’d satisfied all 6 boys. After the boys had left Mike told Bella that he’d had an offer from a boy in her class that he wanted to run by her. Bella was intrigued and asked him what it was. “That Richard boy told me that he’d give you £50 if you let him fuck you Bella.” “And what did you say Mike?” Bella asked. “I told him that I’d ask you.” “Do you know how to contact him Mike?” “He gave me his mobile number.” “Can you phone him and tell him to meet us at the swing in the woods tomorrow at 11 o’clock, and to bring a condom?” “You’re going to let him fuck you Bella?” “Yes, it’s £50 towards my laptop and phone. But don’t worry guys, if we leave here at 9:30 it gives you both plenty of time to fuck me first.” And that’s just what happened, although Bella and Tom and Mike enjoyed their fucks more because they were more relaxed and imaginative. All 3 were starting to really enjoy their fucking sessions. Bella had 10 minutes to relax before Richard was due to arrive so she lay spread eagle on a patch of grass that was open to the sun to start an all-over tan. “So Bella, you’re going to let me fuck you for £50 are you?” the voice from above the naked girl with her eyes shut said, “you’d better be good for £50.” “I’ll do whatever you want Richard, but first, where’s your money?” “Mike took it off me.” “Good, how many times can you cum in a day wanking?” “The most times I’ve done it in one day is twice, why?” “Well I’m going to make you cum twice Richard, drop those trousers and get on your back.” Bella gave Richard a 69 blowjob like she had with her father although her father was a lot quicker on the uptake when it came to pussy eating, Bella had to tell Richard to lick her pussy after a full minute of it hovering right over his face, and tell him to suck her clit. Richard came first and Bella kept his cock in her mouth and swallowed it all. After that she took a couple of seconds break to tell Richard to keep going and while she sucked his cock back to life she finally had the orgasm that she craved. When she was able, Bella asked Richard where his condom was. “In my jeans pocket.” Bella searched his jeans, found it then stood up to let him watch her putting it on his cock. “How do you want me?” Bella asked. “Don’t know.” Bella didn’t quiz him anymore, she put her knees either side of his chest and lowered herself down onto him. “Good?” Bella asked as she sat on his cock. “Fuck yes.” Bella started going up and down on his cock, looking at his face as she did so, his expressions were priceless. Even though Bella had sucked him off just a few minutes previous, Richard didn’t last long before he groaned then swore. Bella felt the warm seed arrive in the condom inside her and dropped and just sat there as she felt his cock go soft inside her. When she though that it had gone fully soft she stood up with her legs either side of his chest. “How was that Richard? Did you get value for your £50?” “Fuck yes.” “I’m not going to ask where you got the £50 but if you want to fuck me again you’ll need to find another £50.” Bella stepped off Richard and went over to where Mike and Tom were. As the trio watched him get up Bella shouted, “Don’t dump the condom, tie a knot in it and put it in your wheelie bin at home.” As Richard walked passed the trio to his bike Bella said, “Seeya Rich, same time next Saturday?” “If I can get the money.” Watching Richard fuck Bella had brought life back into the cocks of Tom and Mike and Bell got on her hands and knees and let them empty their balls into both ends of her again. ****** Over the next 3 weeks Bella earned more than enough to pay for a decent laptop, a top of the range mobile phone, and to give some to Mike and Tom for their help. Neither boy wanted to accept the money telling Bella that she’s been more than generous with the other benefits that they’d enjoyed. She also told them that because they were her best friends they could do whatever they wanted with her body whenever they wanted. Money for the material benefits gained, after a discussion, Bella reluctantly agreed to stop the operation when the boys told her that if they did it much longer there was a real change that an adult would find out and they’d be in trouble. They were also a little concerned as to where Richard was getting the money for his regular Saturday fucks. The following Saturday the trio went into town to buy the laptop and phone for Bella. She put on just her silky PE skirt and a well worn tank top that had 2 little bumps on the front where her nipple tried to drill through the material, and got the bus into town. Bella didn’t have much knowledge of either laptops or phones and both boys had done some research and had a good idea of what they wanted Bella to get. Once they found one of the items in a shop they split up and Bella looked for a male assistant to ‘help’ her decide what to buy. She used her girly ‘charms’ to take the assistants mind off getting a sale and often bent over or squat down to look at something and say “what about this one?” Suitably distracted, Bella went to the item that Mike and Tom had told her to get and said that she wanted that one and she wanted a 20 percent discount. She got the 20 percent discount on the phone but only a 10 percent discount on the cheaper phone. At the checkout she also managed to distract the man and get a free extended guarantee. Satisfied with the purchases the trio went to a fast food outlet to celebrate and Bella discovered how easy it is to flash her pussy in such outlets, although she wasn’t impressed with how easy it was for her bare butt to stick to the plastic chairs. Back at Tom’s home the 3 of them spent a few hours setting up both items, the time being split into 2 sessions spaced by Bella thanking both boys with a blowjob. When Bella got into her email account she downloaded all the photographs and videos that the boys from school had sent her. Tom gave Bella a memory stick that he no longer used so that Bella could make a backup copy of the photos and videos. Bella thanked the boys again by bouncing up and down on their cocks and nearly got caught when Tom’s mother went up to Tom’s room to say that she’d got some tea ready for all of them. Bella’s plan at home was to tell her parents that the laptop belonged to the school and they had leant it to her because she didn’t have access to a computer at home. As for the phone, she told them that she’d found it in a puddle of water and guess that the owner had abandoned it thinking that it was now useless, but Bella had retrieved it and left it in her room hoping that it would dry out and work. Then she’d bought a pay-as-you-go sim card and put it in and everything worked. “Her father’s only comment was,” “Won’t be much use without broadband and I can’t afford that.” Bella didn’t tell her parents that Mike (whose house was attached) had already given her his parents WiFi password. ****** Shortly after that, during early July, Bella’s mother dropped a bombshell that really upset Bella. Bella was looking forward to a summer of sucking and fucking and had worked out how she could shock or tease some people by getting naked in a few places that she could go to with Tom and Mike, but those plans were destroyed by her mother saying that it was time that Bella got some experience of working for a living. Bella’s mother’s brother, Bella’s uncle, managed a hotel down on the south coast of England and Bella’s mother had arranged for Bella to spend the summer holidays working at the hotel. Because Bella’s parents had never been to the hotel so had no idea how big or small it was or anything about it, just that it was a hotel. They also couldn’t tell Bella what she’d be doing once she got there. The only things that she could tell Bella was that she’d have free accommodation, free food, free laundry, free uniform and that she’d get paid minimum wage for the hours that she worked. “So I’m going to be cleaning hotel rooms for 6 weeks.” Bella said. “Some people have been cleaning hotel rooms for 30 years.” Her mother replied. Bella raised every objection that she could think of but to no avail. It was all fixed and Bella was told that she would be leaving in 10 days time. Bella cried herself to sleep that night, not even fingering herself to an orgasm like she had got into the habit of doing. The next morning, on the way to school, Bella was almost in tears as she told Tom and Mike. They too weren’t happy as they’d be missing out on using Bella’s body but Tom saying that they’d miss her company. The weekend before Bella’s departure the 3 of them spent both days in the woods and the field next to them, doing as much sucking and fucking as they could hoping that they’d need the 6 weeks to recover and get ready for starting again when Bella got back. The sad day arrived with Bella still being annoyed that she had to go. The previous night she’d put a few personal things that she’d need, her denim skirt (she’d decided to wear her PE skirt thinking that at least she could feel bottomless) and a couple of tank tops into into a bag and was ready for an early start for the long bus journeys. Her mother had given her enough money for the bus tickets there and added a bit for her to get something to eat when changing buses, but Bella took some money out of her secret store and added it to her purse. Her mother had also written down the numbers of the buses that she’s need, the times, and Bella’s uncle’s phone number to call when she got off the last bus. Bella again wasn’t too happy when she looked at the paper and realised that it would be early evening when she finally got there. “Great,” Bella thought, “stuck on a smelly bus, probably sat next to a fat man or woman all day. This is going to be a really shitty day.” It was Bella’s father that came to her room to wake her. Normally Bella got herself up but her mother had told her father to wake her just in case. Bella was asleep, naked on the top of her bed with her right hand just touching the side of her pussy. The door opened but she stayed still and kept her eyes shut. As the seconds of silence counted up Bella thought, “Go on have a good luck, it’s that last time that you’ll see my pussy or tits for 6 whole weeks and it’s your fault.” After a good minute Bella felt her father shake her ankle and call her name. She opened her eyes then moved both her hands to her breasts and tweaked her nipples. “What? What time is it?” “Time to get up Bella, your bus leaves in 45 minutes.” “Oh right, can’t I just miss it?” “No Bella. Get up and get ready, you’re going.” Bella picked up her bag of bathroom things and went and had a shit, shave and shower and 20 minutes later she was stood in the kitchen wearing sandals, her PE skirt and a pink tank top. She’s deliberately tied the drawstring on her skirt so loose that it felt like it could just slide down any second. “Grabbing a couple of pieces of toast Bella picked up her bag and said, “Come of daddy, what are you waiting for?” Ten minutes later her father’s old banger was pulling up outside the bus station. Bella got out, deliberately flipped up the back of her skirt so that her father could see her bare butt and walked off, neither of them saying goodbye. Bella bought her tickets and went to the waiting bus. She was pleased to see that there weren’t many people on it and she went and claimed a seat in an empty area. Unfortunately, 2 youngish men got on before the bus left and went and sat across the aisle from her. Cursing under her breath, Bell turned her head and looked down to her lap. Her skirt had come to rest giving the impression that it was almost knee length. Bella hiked it up to the top of her legs then looked out of the window. Needless to say, the 13 year old soon got bored and got her phone out. She started flicking through the photos that she had, all of them being of her in various stated of undress. That started her nipples and pussy tingling but she daren’t reach between her legs to give herself a quick rub. Instead she got the idea of pretending to be asleep and giving herself a long slow rub in her sleep, but that wasn’t practical either. Then she had another idea, she might not be able to rub her clit but she was confident that she could at least let the men on the other side of the aisle get a good look at it. Bella moved her head to different positions and closed her eyes as if she was trying to get to sleep. After 4 attempts she turned sideways and lay back against the window, shuffling her legs over to the other seat of the pair. She pretended to pull the hem of her skirt lower to cover her pussy but she didn’t try very hard and never succeeded. If the men on the other side tuned they could probably see her slit. Bella closed her eyes and pretended to try to get to sleep again but she still wasn’t satisfied, or comfortable, so she kicked her sandals off and lifted her feet onto the seat. The 2 seats weren’t wide enough for her to lay across them properly so she had to bend her knees. Bella just knew that all of her pussy would be on display to the 2 men opposite – if they turned their heads. She relaxed and maybe wanted to go to sleep but the excitement was too much for her. After a couple of minutes she slightly opened her eyes and was happy to see 2 men’s heads turned and looking at her pussy. What’s more, one of them was pointing his phone’s camera between her legs. Still not totally happy, Bella slowly let her knees part more and more until one was resting against the seat in front. Bella’s pussy was now spread open and she could feel the wetness being tickled by the air conditioning of the bus. She soo wanted to move a hand to her pussy and rub it but she chickened out when she tried to move her hand. Bella squinted at the men and was happy to see 2 pairs of eyes and one camera still pointing her way. She properly closed her eyes and tried to relax. Bella stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but was probably only about 30 minutes when a voice came over the loudspeakers to say that they were arriving at a pick-up point. Bella opened her eyes and contact was made with one pair of eyes across the aisle. She blushed, quickly got into the proper sitting position, looked over to the men, who were still watching her and said’ “sorry about that, I’m just so tired.” “Don’t be young lady, if you’re tired get some sleep and in whatever position you are comfortable in. Where are you getting off the bus?” “London.” “So are we, if you’re still asleep when we get there we’ll wake you up.” “Thank you.” Fortunately, the 3 people that got on the bus took seats at the front and shortly after the bus moved off Bella turned and put her feet up again thinking, “Well they weren’t complaining about seeing my pussy, in fact their tone implied that they wanted me to do it again so I will.” Bella half lay there with her feet up and her knees together and closed her eyes. A few minutes later she let her knees slowly drift apart until on rested against the seat in front. After a while she was sure that she heard the clicking of a camera but she didn’t open her eyes to look and wondered if one of the men had reached over to get a close-up photo. After about 30 minutes she no longer cared how awkward it was to get her hand to her pussy and she slowly manoeuvred the hand to her pussy. A finger pressed on her clit and she moaned. Then her index finger got busy slowly rubbing in circles round her clit. Still pretending to be asleep Bella slowly brought herself off reaching a climax in about 20 minutes as she imagined both men watching and maybe videoing her. Her orgasm wasn’t a strong one but never the less a satisfying one and when it subsided Bella left her hand partially on her pussy and occasionally pressing on her clit to stop her arousal completely disappearing. Bella wasn’t sure if she’s actually fallen asleep or not but all of a sudden she felt a hand on her ankle and the man telling her that they were in London. Bella again quickly pulled herself into the sitting position and straightened her skirt. She stayed on the bus until she was the last to get off, hoping that the 2 men wouldn’t hang around and maybe try to get her to go somewhere with them and she was lucky, they were nowhere to be seen when she got off. Bella made her way to a departures board and saw that she had 93 minutes before her next bus departed. She looked to see which bay it would leave from then went looking for it. She easily found it then thought about how to kill the next nearly 90 minutes. He stomach rumbled so she decided to have a walk and see if she could find a cafe or fast food outlet. As she thought about the latter she remembered going in to one with Mike and Tom, and remembered how easy it would have been to flash her pussy at other customers. Outside the bus station Bella saw a McDonalds, smiled and felt her pussy tingle. Crossing the road she was even happier, the place had people sitting on high stools in the window eating they food off a long, narrow table. She nearly ran in and ordered herself a meal. Then she went and claimed a stool right in the middle of the big window. She put her bag between the stool and the window and jumped up, her bare butt landing on the plastic stool, then moved her feet onto the bars at either side of the stool which meant spreading her knees a bit, her lightweight skirt falling onto her thighs. Covertly, she slowly pulled her skirt up until she knew it was millimetres from above her slit. Then she relaxed and looked out of the window whilst waiting for her food. It didn’t take long and Bella sat there eating and looking out of the window. She was disappointed that no one looked her way, everyone just rushing by. A disappointed Bella slid off the stool and walked back to the bus station to find that her bus was there waiting for the passengers. As Bella got on she was again disappointed that the bus was nearly full but she was lucky to find one double seat free and she quickly walked to it and settled down for a very boring 2 hour ride. Unfortunately, more people got on the bus and Bella was again disappointed that a middle-aged man came and sat next to her. “Great,” Bella thought, “that’s all that I need, but at least he’s not fat.” The bus moved off and Bella stared out of the window. She quickly realised that this bus wasn’t as new as the previous one and it rattled, bounced and shook a lot more. What’s more the rattling, bouncing and shaking was having and interesting effect on her pussy. After a while Bella needed a distraction so she got her phone out and started playing one of the games that Tom had got her to download. That distraction worked for a while until she realised that she was again looking at the photos of her stripping and masturbating for her audience. She was being lazy and her phone was on her lap and she was using just a finger to scroll through them when the man next to her said, “You’ve got some good photographs there young lady, have you considered entering them in to a competition.” “Err no, they’re private photos.” “May I?” the man said and before Bella could say “no” the phone was in his hands and he was doing the scrolling. He knew how to pinch and pan to zoom in on Bella’s tits and pussy, which in most of the images, was spread wide. Bella just stared in amazement that the man had helped himself to her phone then zoomed in to get a detailed look at her pussy. Strangely Bella was finding the whole experience to be quite a turn-on. “So that is what your pussy looks like young lady?” “Yes sir.” Bella replied to the authoritative sounding voice. “Nice little clit.” “Thank you sir.” The man scrolled the image down the screen then said, “Big nipples for the size of your tits.” “Yes sir.” “Are they very sensitive?” “Yes sir.” He turned his head and looked at Bella’s chest then said, “They look very hard, you’re aroused right now aren’t you?” “And I’m guessing that your pussy is quite wet right now as well. Am I right?” “Yes sir.” “Then I think that you should take care of that problem right now. I’ll turn and watch you and shield you from the other passengers.” Bella couldn’t believe what was happening but she wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to get off and relieve the pressure that the vibration of the bus were causing. She shuffled forward in her seat and lifted the hem of her skirt and tucked it under the waist band, then pulled her tank top up over her breasts. Next, both her hands got busy. All with the middle-aged man watching close up. As she got well into her task she had an idea and asked the man to take some photographs of her with her phone. She added that he could take some using his phone as well. He did, and Bella struggled to keep quiet as the orgasm took control of her body before she slumped back in the seat feeling very good. “Okay young lady, I hope that you don’t mind but I’ve just copied all of your photographs from your phone to mine.” “No sir, you did leave the originals on my phone didn’t you?” “Don’t worry young lady, I only copied them. Now I suggest that you stay like that until this journey ends.” The man gave Bella her camera back the turned back to face the front and Bella looked passed him to see if the 2 elderly people on the seat across the aisle could see her exposure if they turned to look. Confident that there was little chance of that she relaxed and put her right hand on her pussy, the intention being not to cover it but to give herself a little cover for what her index finger was doing. Bella gently pleasured herself for the rest of the journey and was feeling quite happy when the bus arrived at the bus station in the city about 30 miles from her destination. It was a little breezy, but warmer, when Bella got off the bus and because the material of her skirt was so thin she couldn’t tell it was blowing up or not. She couldn’t tell if her butt or slit was on display or not. She chose to ignore it as she rushed to see where and when her last bus was leaving. When she found the departures board she was pleased to see that she had just 10 minutes before it left. She looked around for and went to the restroom only to be disgusted at the smell in the place. Instead of sitting on the toilet to pee she stood astride it then wiped her pussy and left. The last 30 miles took another hour and Bella was one of only half a dozen passengers on the bus. When she finally got off the bus she looked around. She was in a small town right on the coast and she could hear seagulls and smell the sea. She took some deep breath and felt good. Then she remembered where she was going and what she would be doing. Her heart sank as she got her phone out and rang the number that her mother had given her. “Hello, Bright Sands Beach Retreat, how may I help you?” The male voice said. “Uncle Ken?” “Bella, is that you?” “Yes.” “So good to hear from you, how are you? Do I take it that you are at the bus station?” “I’m fine I think, and yes I am at the bus station.” “Don’t move, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” The line went dead and Bella tried to remember when she last saw her uncle Ken but there was nothing in her brain. To the best of her knowledge she’d never met him and her parents had sent her to spend 6 weeks with someone that she didn’t even know. She couldn’t even remember her parents talking about him. “Why am I even here, this is crazy.” She thought as she walked up and down the footpath outside the bus station, her arm that was holding her small bag feeling the silky material of her skirt as it blew up in the breeze that was tickling the lips of her pussy. Ten minutes later she saw a man walking towards her. He looked to be in his thirties, slim and was wearing a suit. “He looks cute, I wonder if my skirt is blowing up and he can see my slit?” She thought. As the man got closer she saw that he was smiling, then he said, “Bella is that really you?” “Uncle Ken?” Ken walked right up to Bella, put his arms round her and lifted her right off the ground. Bella was more surprised than shocked as Ken let her slide down his body to her feet. She was sure that her skirt would have stayed up as she slid down between his arms and his body but she didn’t care. Ken’s hands went to her shoulders as he stood back and looked at her. “Bella, you’ve grown up looking a lot better than I could ever have imagined. You were still in nappies when I last saw you, and here you are having travelled all this way without any knickers or a bra, all on your cute little self. You’ve just got promoted to a more interesting job.” “What?” Bella said, “how can I get promoted when I haven’t even got a job?” “Never mind that, let’s get you back to the hotel and get you fed and cleaned up, I bet that you’re feeling a bit dirty after all that bus riding.” Uncle Ken took her bag off her, put his arm around her shoulder and started walking her to his car. “Your bag is quite light, you can’t have brought much with you, but don’t worry, you won’t need much. I’m guessing that you’re a bit confused right now, let me tell you about Bright Sands Beach Retreat.” They were approaching a parked car and Uncle Ken pressed a remote key and the car beeped. They walked to the passenger side and Uncle Ken held the door open for her. As Bella got in the car she looked up to Uncle Ken and saw that he was looking down at her bare legs right up to her stomach, her skirt having ridden up as she got in one leg at a time. “Yes, right girl for the job.” Bella heard Uncle Ken say as he started to walk round the car to get in himself but she hadn’t a clue what he meant. As they drove off Uncle Ken said, “Bright Sands Beach Retreat is an exclusive, small hotel with a capacity of 20 guests. I manage it for a billionaire so I’m not the rich one, just an employee. Our clientele are wealthy business men who come to us to get away from their hectic schedules for a few days. The services that we provide are everything that a rich business man could want.” Bella interrupted, “I thought that I was coming here to clean bedrooms, are you saying that you are going to whore me out to these business men instead?” “No Bella, that is nor what I am saying, and yes, sometimes your duties will include cleaning bedrooms. Now, where was I. Oh yes, the facilities, Bright Sands Beach Retreat offers a small golf course, a private beach, a sauna, a steam room, a hot tub, a small swimming pool, a small workout room, a massage room, an al a carte restaurant and of course room service to meet all the requirements of our guests.” “Wow, that’s quite a list.” “I don’t think that I’ve missed anything. Anyway, when you are not working you are free to use any of the facilities just so long as none of the guests are using them.” “So what job am I going to do?” “Well, knowing that sister of mine I was expecting you to be a chubby little thing and was going to get you to do what you suspected, but now that I’ve seen you I have another job in mind for you but it’s one that can be a bit, shall we say, risque, a Personal Services Assistant (PSA), a sort of Girl Friday.” “What do you mean by that?” “You will provide any of our guests with any services that they ask for. To be blunt, you may be asked to perform sex acts with a guest. Would that be a problem for you Bella? Because if it is I can easily go back to plan A.” “I’m not a virgin if that’s what you mean.” “Have you ever been tied-up Bella?” “Yes, I got tied to a tree while I was naked and the boys played with me.” “Did you father or mother ever spank you Bella?” “When I was little.” “On the bare?” “If you mean on my bare bottom, yes.” “Well Bella, I think that you are perfect for the job.” There was silence in the car and a couple of minutes later Uncle Ken pressed a remote control and 2 big iron gates opened. The car drove through, went round a corner and Bella saw a big, old house with a gravel area in front of it. The car drove round the side of the building and stopped. “Here we are.” Bella was a bit gob-struck and she just sat there with her mouth wide open, her brain trying to absorb what she had seen and heard. Uncle Ken went round to the passenger side and opened Bella’s door. “You can get out now Bella.” “Oh sorry.” Bella swung her outside leg out, her skirt rising up and giving Uncle Ken another look at her pussy, then swung her other leg out. Walking round to the front of the house Uncle Ken opened the door and they went in to what looked like a reception area. Uncle Ken took Bella to his office and they sat down. “Well Bella, is it to be plan A or plan B?” “How much does each plan pay?” Ken laughed then replied, “Well Bella, both jobs pay minimum wage but girls who work plan B get a lot of tips, and I mean a LOT of tips.” “Okay, plan B, the Girl Friday sounds good right now, but what about uniforms?” “Plan A girls get a French Maid’s outfit to wear whist they are working.” “I’ve seen those on the TV, short black dress and a white apron.” “That’s it but our girls only wear the skirt. Plan B girls have their own unique uniform, you’re wearing yours already but you are covering it with that top and skirt.” Bella thought for a second then replied, “Do you mean their birthday suits, they work naked?” “Yes Bella, naked all the time, 24 x 7. Would that be a problem for you Bella?” “Fuck no. I hate clothes.” “I thought so, but can you moderate your language please, our clients don’t like girls who swear.” “Sure, when do I start this job?” “Well I’m sure that you’d like to see your room and freshen up, then get something to eat, but officially you are our new PSA from right now.” “Thank you uncle Ken.” Bella said as she leant over and kissed his cheek. “I just need you to sign a contract of employment.” Ken said getting a document out of a drawer. “All standard stuff, nothing to worry about, all the girls have signed one.” Bella signed the document then Ken said, “Let me show you to your room Bella, and can you stop using the word ‘uncle’ it implies nepotism and I don’t want the others suspecting any favouritism.” Bella was a totally different girl to the one that had got out of bed that morning, she was now VERY happy and looking forward to her 6 weeks at her uncle’s hotel. They climbed the stairs up to the fourth level, Ken following Bella, looking up her skirt quite a lot as they climbed. When they were on the last flight Ken said. Those stairs are the way that you will get up and down if any clients are using the lift. If they aren’t you may use it. Ken opened a door to a single, sparse room with an en-suite shower room. Bella looked round then said, “This is my room for 6 weeks and I don’t have to share it?” “Yes and no.” “And I’ve now started my new job and I’m not exactly wearing my uniform?” “Yes and yes.” “Are you going to spank me for not being in uniform?” “No Bella.” “Then I’d better get into uniform.” With that Bella’s hands went to her waist, one hand pulled on the drawstring on the skirt and it fell to the floor then both hands grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it up and off her body. “That better boss?” “Not quite.” The smiling Ken looked down at her feet. Bella quickly unfastened her sandals and kicked them to the other end of the room. She was totally naked and she was expecting to stay that way for the next 6 weeks. “Shower.” Ken said. “Yes.” Bella said and went to the en-suite leaving the door wide open for Ken to watch her. And he did, he watched as Bella sat on the toilet and had a pee before opening the shower door and stepping in. “I see that you are nice and smooth Bella, do you shave yourself?” “Every day, I’ve brought my razor with me.” “We have a beautician that comes in twice a week, not much demand from our male clients, but she looks after all our girls as well. I’ll book you an appointment, cut out the need for daily shaving.” “Thank you Ken.” Bella replied, not knowing exactly what he meant. Shower finished and Bella dry, apart from her hair which she’d let dry naturally, Ken led the naked Bella to the lift. When it pinged and the doors opened, out stepped another totally naked girl. “Ah Mika,” Ken said, “this is Bella, she’s just started as our second PSA, Bella, Mika. I’m just taking Bella for a quick tour and something to eat then, if your services aren’t required elsewhere, can you explain your job to her. Second thoughts, take her with you and let her see first hand.” “Sure boss, nice to meet you Bella, by the looks of you you will go down well with the clients.” “Nice to meet you too Mika.” Ken held the lift until Bella stepped in then pressed the button for the ground floor. “Mika has been with us for just over a year and she’s quite popular with the clients, you can learn a lot from her. Shadow her for a few days to get to know the ropes, maybe even literally, dependent upon what the client wants.” “Does that mean that I might get tied up and fucked Ken?” “It is a possibility Bella, but don’t worry, we have security cameras everywhere and someone will be watching you all the time. Just ignore them.” The lift arrived at the ground floor and as they walked into reception Bella saw that a new client was just arriving. She also saw the receptionist. She was topless and wearing just a very short, black, skater type skirt. Bella wondered if that was all she was wearing. Bella listened and Ken welcomed Mr. Chapman back to Bright Sands Beach Retreat and saying that he hoped that his stay this time would be as relaxing as the last time but Mr. Chapman’s eyes had turned to Bella and was looking her up and down. “And who is this delightful young girl Ken?” “This is Bell, our new PSA.” Mr. Chapman put out his hand for Bella to shake. As she did so she did a little curtsey. “Polite as well Ken, I’m sure that I will be needing some of her personal services later.” By then the topless receptionist had stepped out from behind her table and was picking up Mr. Chapman’s suitcase. “Let me show you to your room sir.” Lucy said and led him to the lift. “That was Lucy, primary job receptionist but like all our girls, you included, she will help out wherever required.” “Lucy, yes, I saw her name tag pinned to her skirt, where are you going to pin mine Ken?” “You will have your nipples pierced tomorrow morning and your name tag will hang from your left nipple.” “I’ve been thinking about getting my nipples and clit pierced.” “Sorry Bell, I was joking. PSA girls wear a blue wrist band with their name on it. You may have seen Mika’s. I can arrange for your nipples to be pierced if you like, but not your clitoris hood. That takes a bit too long to heal and I don’t want you stepping back and saying “Ouch” or something when a client puts his hand on your pussy.” “I saw Mika’s wrist band but didn’t see her name.” Bella replied, “and yes please to the nipple piercing.” Ken led Bella to his office again and proceeded to use a machine to make Bella’s name tag then attached it to a blue wrist band and passed it to Bella. “You’re right handed so put it on your left wrist Bella.” “How did you know that I’m right handed?” “You signed your contract of employment with your right hand Bella.” “Right.” “Food Bella, you must be hungry after travelling all that way.” Bella didn’t have the heart to tell Ken that she’d had a McDonalds a few hours ago and she followed him into the restaurant. As he walked in she saw that it was relatively small then she remembered the maximum number of guests that Ken had told her the hotel could accommodate. Bella saw 5 middle-aged men sat eating at 5 different tables, all eating alone. Ken led Bella to a table to one side and when she was sat down she saw another topless girl standing there waiting to take their order. “Good evening Ken.” “Good evening Sophie.” Ken replied as Bella confirmed her name on the tag on her black, French Maid’s skirt. “This is Bella, our new PSA.” “Hi Bella, I’m sure that you will enjoy working here, all the girls do.” “Hi Sophie, I already am enjoying it.” Sophie smiled and handed a menu to Ken and another to Bella. “Your usual drink Ken?” “Yes please. Bella, what would you like to drink?” “Just a water please.” Sophie didn’t need to write anything down and she turned and walked away. Bella watched as her skirt bounced up giving Bella glimpse of what looked like a naked butt. “Don’t get used to eating in here Bella, the staff have their own dining room, I’ll show it to you later.” “Okay. There’s no prices on this menu.” “No Bella, the clients don’t need to worry about the little details. “Tell me about life at home with my sister and her husband Bella.” Ken said just before their meals arrived. By the time that they had finished eating Bella had told Ken all about her unfortunate life with her parents, and how her life had changed over the last couple of month or so. Ken told her that she was lucky having a couple of mated like Mike and Tom then he told her that he wasn’t really surprised that his sister had tuned out like she had, apparently she was always a lazy and slovenly young girl, not caring about anything or anybody. After the pleasant meal that Bella thought was no more than a snack, Ken led Bella on a tour of the place, them just getting to the deserted little beach as it was starting to get dark. Bella was quite impressed by all the facilities and she imagined herself using some of them either on her own or with some of the other girls. When Bella saw the workout room there was one man in there on an exercise bike and she wondered if she would use it to get some exercise. She wondered if she’d get fucked by enough men for it to count as her daily exercise. As the tour was ending Bella wished that some of the staff were boys but she understood why they weren’t. ******

The Swim Hi. I'm Sandy and I thought I'd write about my first experience with CMNF. This was many years ago (back in the 1970s), and I was on my high school girls’ swim team. We weren't top of the league, but I wasn't all that competitive to begin with. I just loved to swim and be part of the group. A few of the girls were really into winning but that was them and not me. Still, I DID care about my teammates and didn’t want to let them down so I worked hard at it. Anyway, the point is, I was very "at home" in the pool - at school, at home or at friends' houses. And yes, of course I had gone skinny dipping a few times with friends - some on the team and some not. It was no big deal to me. It felt great and it was kind of wild (well, for ME, anyway). So here's what happened one night in late September. My brother, Glenn, is three years older than me and our little brother is four years younger than me. It was a Friday night a couple of weeks after school started and my parents and little brother had left town earlier that evening to visit my grandparents. They live about five hours away and needed my dad's help on some house stuff. So it was just me and Glenn staying at home. We could have friends over, but no girlfriends for him and no boyfriends for me. I didn't care because I didn't have a boyfriend at the time but I think it made my brother mad. Of course, I thought THAT was fine. HA! Anyway, we were both supposed to be home by 11 PM but before that time, we could be out with friends (just no "dates" - my parents were paranoid, I think). Well, two of my friends and I went to see a movie. What I didn’t know was that they were going to meet their boyfriends there and the guys had another boy with them, Matt. I couldn't really do anything about it. I wasn't driving and, besides, he WAS pretty cute. I'd seen him at school but he was a senior so I didn't see him that much. It wasn’t really a “date” – we all just hung out for a while. Well, the movie was OK but I really didn't pay much attention and it was a lot of fun. Afterwards, Matt and the other boys got in one car and took off and we went in my friend's car and got ice cream on our way home. I got dropped off at home around 10:45 PM. I went inside and my brother was there with two of his friends; one was the guy next door who'd moved in about a year before, Craig, and the other guy was my brother's best friend, Brad, who I've known like forever. I said, "Hi!" and threw my coat on the back of Dad’s chair and headed for my room but Glenn said, "So, Sandy, how was the entertainment?" "Oh, it was just kinda 'eh'...," I said, "not all that great," and I kept walking towards my room. "Hold on, just a sec," Glenn said, "I meant, how was the EN-TER-TAIN-MENT?" emphasizing that word. I stopped at the front of the hall. "Huh? It was just OK, nothing great," I replied, wondering why he even cared. "I'm not talking about the movie," he said. "Huh?" I must've sounded like a broken record. "Well - what ELSE went on tonight?" he asked, grinning. I started to get all flushed - did he know about the boys? "Nothing ELSE went on," I lied, "It was just a stupid movie." "Yeah, but you probably didn't see much of it, did you?" Oh no! He MUST have found out. I just stared at him. "C'mon," he said, still grinning, "Tell me about your new friend." It was obvious he knew. "Oh, that guy at the movie? He was just there with some friends of his and Jamie knew them," I said - which was true, actually. "Yeah, that GUY - that MALE - that BOY - as in, 'NO BOYS WHILE WE'RE GONE'" he quoted our parents. I knew he had me then. "It was nothing. We didn't do ANYTHING. It wasn't a DATE, they were just there when WE were! It's no big deal," I said and I turned to head down the hallway. "HEY!" he yelled, "I'm not done with you!" He never talked to me like that. To be honest, he sounded just like Dad. I turned back to face him. "WHAT?" I half-yelled, trying to sound exasperated and not worried. "It's very simple," he said. "Whether YOU think it's a big deal or not, Mom and Dad think it IS and that's why they made the rule. Now, the only question you have to ask yourself is, do you want them to know what I know?" I was stuck. I had no answer. Of COURSE I didn't want them to know. My parents weren't as bad as some others I knew of, but when it came to boys, they were all paranoid, like I said. It never mattered much to me because I hadn't had a serious boyfriend yet. But now it was going to look like I waited until they were out of town and then snuck out with a boy and that would make my life VERY uncomfortable. "OK, FINE," I said. "So I OWE you one." I turned again to head to my room. "No, hang on. It's not that easy," Glenn said. I took a couple of steps back into the living room. "We're going to have to come to some sort of agreement," he said, "or I guess I'll just have to have a talk with them when they get home." We had a District swim meet coming up and I did NOT want to miss that. I was part of the relay team even though I wasn't a senior I was part of the team and this was going to be my first meet. I didn't care that much about it other than I didn't want to let everyone else down. We were a good team. I knew if Mom and Dad heard about the boy, I would be grounded for sure. We didn't DO anything but that would not matter, I knew. And to be grounded when I didn't do anything but TALK to him... well... I walked back into the living room. "OK, what's it going to take?” "I've been thinking about this since I saw you with him," he said, grinning again. I guess he was there, too. Anyway, I figured I'd just go ahead and do what he wanted. It would shut him up, I wouldn't be grounded, and Mom and Dad would never know and that's fine. He said, "I'm gonna go easy on you. I just want you to do what I know you've done before so it's no big deal." Huh? What was he talking about, now? "Like what?" I asked. "Like what you and Jamie were doing last Tuesday," he replied. Oh NO! No, it couldn't be! That was the last time I went skinny dipping. It was just me and my friend, Jamie. We were here alone and I thought no one was going to be home for hours. We only did it for like about ten minutes! Was he THERE? "What are you talking about?" Yeah, it was lame but I couldn't think what else to say. "I'm talking about how I found out that Jamie is a natural blonde!" he said, grinning wider than ever, "And YOU are a natural brunette!" Then he AND his friends started laughing. I had forgotten they were even there. All three of the guys were laughing, now, and I know I had to have turned completely red all over. It took me a moment to deal with all of this. My brother had seen me with Matt. And earlier in the week he had seen me AND Jaime skinny dipping. My head was starting to spin. Was he spying on me? What else did he know? "OK, what are you saying?" I asked, hoping he would just say he was kidding and let me go. "I'm saying that I saw you and Jaime go skinny dipping in our pool AND that if you want THAT to go away and the thing about MATT to go away... all you have to do is what you've already done." "What I've 'already done'? What's that supposed to mean?" I tried to sound defiant but I was afraid I knew exactly what he meant. This wasn't happening. Was my own brother really going to force me to go skinny dipping in front of him and two friends? No. No way! "Forget it!" I yelled. "There is NO way I'm gonna take my clothes off in front of you guys!" "Hmmm... well... OK, if that's how you want this to go," Glenn said calmly. "It's your choice. Just a little skinny dipping tonight, or have Mom and Dad know all about you and Jamie swimming naked when they're not home AND about you having a DATE when they're not home AND when they specifically told you NOT to." I was stuck. I knew he had me. It wasn't just MY problem now... it was the team's problem. I would let them down AND it would be too embarrassing when people found out why I was grounded - like I was a baby or something. The whole thing sucked 'cause I had no options, but I knew I had to do it. I knew nothing would happen to me with Glenn there, even though HE was the one who was doing this to me. "Well, make them go away first," I said, pointing to his friends. "Uh... no. I don't think so. I've seen you naked before so that wouldn't be so embarrassing to you. Not a big enough pay off. No, this is going to cost you. Take off your shirt!" "But I was like about SIX YEARS OLD!" I cried. I was thinking about when we were little, forgetting about Tuesday. "You can't make me do this!" "Oh, but I am. Now it's a few minutes in front of us, or you can spend your time talking with Mom and Dad. What's it gonna be?" I had no choice. "OK, but NOBODY talks about this EVER, got it?" I tried to look as tough as I could. "Well, IF you behave and IF you do as you're told, then - no - we won't ever talk about it," said Glenn. "Right, you guys?" He looked at each of his two friends. "Yeah, sure, no problem," they both mumbled. Then Glenn looked me straight in the eye and said, "OK. Now, Sandy - off with the shirt." I stood for a moment, and then turned around and started to unbutton my shirt. "OH no, no, no," Glenn said. I looked back over my shoulder. He was shaking his head, "No, that's not how it's gonna be. You turn around and face us. I'll tell you which way to face and when. You'll do what I tell you." I turned back to face them and unbuttoned the rest of my shirt. Now they could see from my belly button up past the middle of my bra (thank goodness I had a new one on) and up to my face, which I knew had to be beet red. "Take the shirt off." I looked to my left. It was the boy from next door who said that. Craig. He was very quiet. He wasn't grinning. I just stood there looking at him looking at me. "It's OK," said my brother, "Take it off." "You keep them away from me!" I said. My brother was a wrestler when he was a junior. He switched to track for his senior year but I knew he was stronger than his two friends. I wasn't really too worried but Craig was unnerving me. "Don't you worry about them," Glenn said, "No one is gonna touch you. I'll see to that. Now... the shirt. Take it off." ______________________________________ I stood there a moment longer. I had on my jeans and a long sleeve shirt, shoes and socks, and my undies, of course, but my shirt was unbuttoned so all three of the guys could see a bit of my bra and I knew they wanted to see more and I could do nothing about it. I slid the shirt off my shoulders, it fell down my arms behind my back and I let it drop to the floor. I was so scared. I wasn't goody-goody but I had never let a boy see me in my bra much less naked. Well, I mean Glenn and my little brother had seen me in undies but that doesn’t count. And yet here I was, with three guys looking me over. I was so nervous and I hadn't even really undressed yet! My brown hair was long, but I wished it was longer so it could cover my breasts - it stopped about two inches above the cups of my bra. "Nice..." said Brad, who was almost like a brother to me. I just didn't know what to think. I just stood there. Glenn broke the silence. "Now take your pants off." He said it so 'matter-of-factly' like, "Can you get me a glass of water?" Like it was no big deal. Well, I guess it wasn't - not to THEM. "I gotta sit down so I can get my shoes off. I can't get my pants off over them," I explained, "They're too tight." "Sure, go ahead," replied Glenn. I sat on the arm of Dad's chair to take off my shoes and socks. Back then, I never untied my shoes, I just yanked hard and pulled them off. I felt my breasts jiggle a little. I thought I heard one of the boys make a noise, like a tiny moan - I thought it was Craig but it might have been Brad. I looked up at Glenn. "OK. Now your pants," he said. I stood back up. I undid my belt and started to unbutton my jeans. "Hold on," said Craig. I stopped and stood there with my hands on the top of my jeans. Craig was looking thoughtful. "White!" he said, suddenly. "Naa, pink!" This was from Brad. "I dunno," Glenn said. "I was gonna say white, too. Let's see..." And then it hit me, they were talking about the color of my panties! I was so embarrassed! "C'mon, let's see who wins." My wonderful brother. Thanks. So I unbuttoned my jeans and opened the front. "BLUE!" shouted the chorus. "Oh man, I was thinkin' that!" said Brad. "Yeah, SURE you were!" from Craig. "Go ahead and take ‘em off." This was Glenn again. My jeans were really tight so I wiggled my hips to get them pulled down. They pulled my panties down a little and I saw the top of my pubic hair was showing so I quickly yanked my panties back up. I then pushed my pants the rest of the way down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood there in my bra and panties while the three guys looked me up and down. "Yeah," they said. They were smiling so wide and nodding. "That looks niiice!" Craig dragged that last word out. He was staring at my panties. I looked down and realized that they could see the dark patch of my pubic hair through the pale blue of my panties. I knew that this was just a no-win situation for me. It wasn't going to get any better; it wasn't going away; it was going to happen so I thought I should just get it over with as quickly as possible. "Well," said my ever-thoughtful brother, "you can't let your undies get wet, now, can ya?" He didn't have to say anything more. I knew it was time. I didn't even bother to turn around. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. I crossed my arms in front of my breasts and slid the shoulder straps off. "May as well just get it over with," I thought to myself. I let my arms drop, and with them, my bra. What was weird was that I immediately felt my nipples perk right up. They do that when cold air hits them, but it wasn't particularly cold. Looking back now I think it was because I knew these guys were checking me out and loving it. It was a very weird feeling. I hated being under their control, so to speak. I felt like I had no choice but to do exactly what they told me and I didn't like that. But, at the same time, I KNEW it was turning them on. Well, at least I was pretty sure Craig and Brad were getting turned on. I HOPED my brother wasn't. I pretty much knew HE was enjoying it because I had to do what he said, no matter what I wanted, and he knew this was something I did NOT want to do. "Nice," said Brad. "You have nice boobs! I wondered what they'd look like." WOW - that kinda freaked me out. Brad and I more or less grew up together. I think I said earlier that he was almost like another brother to me. And yet, he was telling me he wondered what my breasts looked like??? I was only a 34B and he'd had several girlfriends, and they were all bigger than I was. Why would he care what I looked like naked? "Get those panties off!" It was Craig. "HEY, take it easy, man - this IS my sister, OK? Just relax. She'll do what I tell her." Well, Glenn was watching out for me which, actually, made me feel good. This was a very weird situation and Craig was starting to scare me a bit, but I knew I was OK with Glenn there. And I kinda thought Brad would take care of me, too, but I was still trying to process the idea of him wanting to see me naked. I guess guys are guys, no matter what. All they think about most of the time is sex. "Sandy," Glenn was talking quietly to me now, "you know you're going to have to take everything off and get in the pool when I tell you to. But I'll give you a break. I won't tell you WHEN to take your panties off. You just do it when you're ready. But you're not going anywhere until we're done - and we can wait all night. So... whenever you're ready, take your panties off and then I'll tell you what to do next." Again, I just stood there, wearing only my light blue panties - and they weren't that much cover. I'd never really thought about it before but I had several of my panties that were kind of thin and you could see a little. My mind was going every which-way. I was sort of frozen there. It's like it was now MY choice as to when I let them see me totally naked. Like it was MY idea or something. I didn't want to take my panties off at all, but I knew I had to. I couldn't focus. "Sandy?" It was Glenn again. "You just wait there." Turning to his friends he said, "You guy want something to drink?" He stood up and started for the kitchen. "Got any beer?" asked Craig. "Yeah, but WE'RE not touchin' it. My dad would know PLUS so would Sandy." He looked over at me. "And we don't wanna give her any ammunition, do we? No, we have the upper hand here, and I'm not gonna blow that. Coke or 7-Up?" "OK, a 7-Up," said Craig. The whole time he was talking to Glenn, he was staring at my panties. This guy was WEIRD. I'm glad I wasn't in the room with him, alone. "I'll take a Coke," said Brad. He'd been looking at Glenn, but then he turned back to me and his eyes moved up and down my body. I could FEEL him looking at me. It was scary but exciting at the same time. I knew my nipples were really pokey by now and I was starting to feel something else. Something lower. This was SO weird. I heard the fridge door shut and I heard Glenn open the bottles. He came back in, handed the drinks to the two guys, sat back down and started to sip. They just sat there sipping their drinks and waited for me. "Oh, I'm sorry - did you want something?" asked Glenn. "No!" "OK, take your time." It was unreal. They just sat there - like they were watching TV. Well, except for Craig who just kept staring. I thought if it was just Brad and Glenn it would be easier but Craig was just... I dunno... slimy. It was probably only about a minute but it felt like a half hour when I thought, "This is just stupid. I'm just going to do it and get it over with." And, with that thought, I hooked my thumbs into my panties and pulled them down to my knees, I stepped out, right leg then left, and then stood up, my panties hanging from my right hand. "VERY pretty..." said Brad. "You look damn good!" It felt good to hear him say that, even in this situation and suddenly I realized - I was getting wet! Oh my gawd, not NOW! What if they could see? I had to get out of there. This whole situation was just too bizarre. I was standing there totally and completely naked with three guys looking at me. I, I, I just didn’t know what to do. I wanted to turn around when Glenn said, "OK, Sandy, turn around so we can see all of you." What a relief! I turned my back to them quickly. "Nice ass!" Yes, it was Craig again. "Yeah, actually, Sandy, you do have a pretty nice butt." That was Brad. He was SO much nicer than Craig. Not crude. I felt my moistness again. I put my hands together in front of me. I was glad I hadn't dropped my panties. With my back to them, I used the panties to gently make sure no wetness showed. I looked down and saw that my panties were just a little damp, but not much. I was relieved. "Yep, very nice." Brad. I thought again that this wouldn't be so bad if it was just Brad and Glenn. I started to feel like I really didn't mind THEM seeing me totally naked - it was the fact that Craig got to see, too, that was pissing me off. "OK, Sis, turn back around." I turned back, keeping the panties in front of me. There was Craig, staring right there again. Brad was looking, but he was smiling at me. Glenn's face looked blank. Craig spewed out, "Let me see her PUSSY!" At that, Brad stood up, turned, and stepped over in front of Craig, blocking his view. "Man, you need to RELAX!" he said. "You don't need to talk to her that way." "Screw you, man, I wanna see! Make her spread her legs!" At that, my brother stood up and turned around, too. "Craig, I was gonna do this with just Brad and me, but I thought you would be cool about it. If you're gonna act like a six year old, then you can just get the hell out. What's it gonna be?" Nobody was looking at me now. I thought maybe I should leave. I thought maybe they were gonna fight. But, as much as I wanted to leave and put clothes on, I wanted more to see what happened with the guys. Both my brother AND Brad were sticking up for me. Actually, it felt pretty damned good! I started to relax a bit, myself. "OK, OK, no problem! I didn't mean nothin' by it. Geez!" He talked with defiance in his voice, but I think Craig knew that either Brad or Glenn could stomp him like a bug by themselves, and he didn't have a chance with both of them standing up for me. "Just keep your mouth shut, that's all," said Glenn, and he and Brad both turned slowly and went back to their seats. Once again, I was the center of attention. Craig was shifting his eyes around now, from my hands to my breasts and back. Glenn and Brad just looked at me - just like they would if I was wearing my clothes. Maybe this wasn't so bad. And I thought, Craig can't do anything to me. So what if he sees? He'll NEVER get anywhere close to me! Let him look - 'cause that's all he'll ever get to do. And with that thought, I let my hands go to my sides, I dropped my panties and stood there fully naked, fully exposed, and it felt kinda nice! "Well, OK, I guess you're ready for your swim," said Glenn. "Let's go!" He got up and so did Brad and Craig. Glenn opened the sliding glass door and they walked out onto the decking around our pool. It was pretty dark outside with only a little bit of light from the moon coming through the clouds. Glenn looked back. "C'mon, Sis, let's go." So I walked to the door and stopped. They moved apart further. I had to walk out between them, Brad and Craig on my right and my brother on my left. As I walked, I could feel my breasts jiggling a little and I knew they could see, too, even though it was dark. I stopped next to Glenn. "Do I really have to get in?" "Um... yeah, that's the 'dipping' part of 'skinny dipping,' Sis." He could be such a smart-ass. I needed something to tie my hair back. I walked over to the table where I had a couple of ties. I picked one up and was reaching up to gather my hair when Brad spoke up behind me. "Uh, Sandy?" he asked, "Would you mind turning around while you do that?" He was asking, not ordering me. I figured I didn't have to do what he wanted. I only had to do what Glenn said. But, somehow, I wanted to do it - maybe BECAUSE he asked. I don't know. But I turned around and faced all three of them. I put the tie between my teeth and lifted my arms and started gathering my hair back to a pony-tail. I knew it was making my breasts move and that's what they wanted to see. So, I sort of exaggerated my movements a little, making my breasts move a bit more. I didn't have big ones that bobbed all around like some of the girls in the showers, but they moved some. The guys didn't seem to mind at all. I got my hair pulled back and tied and I let my arms down at my sides, waiting for the next "order" from Glenn. "OK, dip!" That's my brother - a man of few words. I headed for the steps. "Sandy?" It was Brad again. "Yeah?" "Can you do a racing start at the deep end, like you do for the swim team?" "Seriously?" "Well, yeah, if you don't mind. I've watched the team practice and I always wondered how cool it would be if you were all naked. So, now I can find out. If that's OK with you, I mean." I looked at him, then at Glenn. I didn't even care what Craig was doing or thinking. Glenn said, "I don't care either way but that's not a bad idea. Still... I'll let you decide, Sandy. It's your choice." This really wasn't so bad. He started out kinda bossy, but he was letting me make some choices. And Brad was kinda sweet in how he asked me for stuff. "OK," I said, and I turned to walk to the other end of the pool. Glenn started walking with me. It was strange to be walking outside with my brother, me totally nude and him totally clothed. And walking on the hard decking not only made my breasts jiggle but I could feel my bottom was bouncing a bit, too, and I knew Brad could see that. I looked at Glenn. "Where are you going?" "It's dark," he answered. "I don't want you to miss the pool and hurt yourself." As he said that, he stopped walking and reached over to the wall and hit the switch to turn on the underwater light - the one right under the diving board that made the entire pool glow blue! Now there was a glow coming out of the pool and you could see everything in the water - it was crystal clear! "OH NO!" I said, "You can turn that off RIGHT now! The other neighbors might see - Brad's Mom and Dad might see! And what about the Johnsons next door?" "Ha, the JOHNSONS?" laughed Glenn. "Don't you know that Mr. J watches you when you're laying out by the pool? I've seen him trying to get a look over the fence when you're out there." He laughed some more. "I dunno, but I think maybe he was watching you and Jamie last Tuesday, too!" "OH MY GAWD NO!" I shouted! "Hey," he said quietly, "Calm down, Sis. You don't want to wake anyone up or draw any more attention, do you?" I was MAD and he could tell. "OK, OK, I was just kidding about last Tuesday!" Then he explained, "When I got home, I saw you and Jamie out back in your bikinis. You were sitting at the table talking. I was about to go out when you both stood up and took off your tops. So I backed up and watched when you both dived in. I moved to the kitchen and looked out the window. I saw you both throw your bottoms up on the decking and I knew you were both naked. I leaned closer to the window to look out the corner and see if Mr. J was watching. He DOES watch you, you know. I mean when you're working on your tan. But, anyway, I DID look and I did NOT see him so you can relax." As he described last Tuesday to me, I knew without doubt that he was there because that's exactly how it happened. "Yeah," he continued, "then, after a while, you and Jamie came out by the stairs and went to get your towels. That's when I knew about her being a true blonde and you being a true brunette." Brad chuckled but I heard Craig mumble something like, "Yeah, baby." What a dirtbag! "Well, I want the light off," I insisted. "Well, I want it on," said Glenn. "No." "OK," he said, "Have it your way. Let's go, you guys. We're done here. I guess Sandy would rather explain her date with Matt to Mom and Dad than take a little swim." He started to head back into the house. ______________________________________ "OK, OK, wait!" I said. It was obvious. I had already stripped completely naked and walked around for them. It WAS true there was no one else around. If I quit now, then I would have done it all for nothing because I was pretty sure Glenn WOULD tell on me if I didn’t do exactly what he said. "Leave the light on. Let me just get this over with." Brad spoke up, "Hey, man, you know there's enough light out here. We could probably leave that light off." WOW - he was sticking up for me again! He was so SWEET! "No... I'm sorry. The point is this has to COST her," said Glenn. "The light stays on." He turned to me. "Sis, starting position." I glared at him, giving him my best "I hate your guts" sister look, and then walked over to the edge next to the board. The light from inside the pool lit me up. I knew they were getting a very good look at me. I looked over at the fence to make sure Mr. Johnson wasn't watching but I really couldn't see because of the light from the pool. The boys all moved to the edge of the pool. I thought they were gonna sit and watch but I guess they wanted to see everything. I stood at the edge, got set, and dived in! OH the water felt so cold! But WOW what a great feeling! I really did LOVE to skinny dip. Feeling the water flowing over ALL of my skin - well, there's nothing like it. If you haven't tried it, you should - it's really the only way to swim. I was kind of lost in the feeling when I surfaced at the other end. I stood and brushed the water from my face. It felt great. I could feel the water running down over my breasts, my belly, my bottom... the rest of me was still underwater. And then I remembered I wasn't alone. I looked back over my shoulder and all three of them were staring at me. I didn't even wait to be told, I turned and faced them. "Oh, what the hell," I thought, and I turned back around, flopped on my back and did the back stroke the full length of the pool. I knew they were watching me, watching the water flowing over my breasts, my belly, and yes, over my pubic hair as I moved to the far end of the pool. I had a feeling of being so free. It was like, well, OK, if I have to be naked, then I'm going to enjoy it - and, really, it was feeling more comfortable every minute. I got to the deep end and reached up and grabbed the board from underneath. I was holding onto the board, letting my body hang in the water, fully illuminated by the light behind me. I took a deep breath and let go of the board, dropping down to the bottom of the pool, letting the air out slowly. I sat my naked bottom on the drain. I looked up. I thought I'd see the boys looking down at me, but while everything underwater was lit up, I couldn't see anything above the surface. I used my hands to push my butt up off the drain, slipped my feet underneath and pushed them against the bottom, shooting me back to the surface. I got some air, then turned and swam to the shallow end again. Slowly. I realized I was ENJOYING this! I loved to skinny dip and, while I hated being forced to do anything, as it turned out, this was fun. I wasn't one of the "popular" girls in school. I wasn't a cheerleader and I didn't have big boobs. But, for the first time that I could think of, I was the center of attention. These three guys couldn't take their eyes off me. Maybe I wasn't so bad, after all. I stood at the shallow end and walked up on the first step. This put most of my body above the water. There was plenty of light. I faced the guys and reached up behind my head and started to squeeze the water out of my hair. Doing so made my breasts lift and jiggle as I tugged on my hair. I could feel the water cascading over my bottom, and I could feel a cool breeze in my pubies as the water dripped out. Wow this felt great! The boys just stood there watching, totally silent. Even Glenn was speechless for once. I thought, OK, let me try one more thing. I stepped back down and launched myself for the deep end, doing the butterfly stroke. I really hate this stroke but we have to know it. I figured this would make my bottom pop in and out of the water and really get to them. What I didn't count on what how much I felt the impact on my breasts. I got to the other end and my nipples were rock hard. But, you know what? I didn't care! I felt so alive! I got to the ladder and pulled myself up on the first step and waited, letting the water flow off my naked body. They all just stared at me. I didn't even ask. I just got the rest of the way out of the pool and walked over to the table and grabbed a towel that was there. I put it around my shoulders 'cause I was starting to feel the chill. As I reached up to pull the tie out of my hair, I looked at Brad and I noticed that it was VERY clear that he was VERY turned on by what I'd just done. He had a very visible bulge in his pants and I LOVED it! I looked at Craig but he was more in the shadows so I couldn't tell. I almost didn't want to know but I started to check my brother to see if HE was as turned on as Brad. The thing is, it would have been kind of a compliment, but mostly it would have been EWWWWW because he was my brother! But, before I could see, he had turned around and headed back into the house saying, "I'll get you a hot chocolate, Sis. You've earned it!"

Bright Sparks Children’s Home by Vanessa Evans Part 11 – Abigail comes out of her shell and life goes on. Dennis was a little surprised to see 14 year old Abigail standing at the front door totally naked. He knew that they’d be alone during school hours for the next 3 days but he’d expected her to spend most of the time in her room either reading or playing electronic games and when she did come out she’d be wearing her PE skirt like she had quite a lots over the previous days. “Can you check me like you do Mandy please Dennis?” “What do you mean Abi?” “Everyone knows that you used to put your hand on her pussy and use your fingers to make her cum so can you do the same with me please?” “No Abi, you’re only 14, Mandy is 18 and she’s my girlfriend.” “So what, it will make me feel better and it will help convince me that all men aren’t like my father. He was rough and he hurt me.” “Abi sweetheart, most men would never dream of hurting you and I’m one of them.” “Can you prove it please Dennis?” “Oh Abi, you don’t need me to make you cum to know that I would never hurt you.” “Maybe not, but it would certainly help me, I can’t stop thinking about daddy forcing his cock inside me and how it hurt, partially because I was all dry then, but I’ve started being wet all the time. I think that that’s because of what I’ve seen since I’ve been here, everyone is so happy and the boys don’t try to rape the naked girls all the time. I want a proper man to make love to me to convince me that it can be nice and I don’t think that having sex with any of the boys would be as nice as having it with you.” “Well thank you for the compliment Abi but it wouldn’t be right.” As Dennis was saying that, Abigail reached for his right hand and placed it on her pussy. “Please Dennis, I promise not to tell anyone.” Instinctively, Dennis’ middle finger bent, easily finding Abigail’s wet vagina and slid inside. “Oh Dennis, make me cum.” “Didn’t Amelia make you cum when you woke up?” “She was sucking my clit when I woke up but that’s not the same, you’re a man and I need to know that men can make love to me without hurting me.” Well by then Dennis’ mental ability to resist had taken a huge hammering and his finger got to work searching for her G spot. “Oh Dennis, that’s nice, oooh.” Before long Abi was cumming on Dennis’ hand just like Mandy often does, and where it often does, outside the front door of the Bright Sparks building. Dennis had to put his left arm round Abi to stop her from collapsing to the ground when her knees started to give way. A minute or so later Abi stood on her own and said, “Thank you Dennis, that was nice, very nice, but I still need you to fuck me, to make love to me.” “I can’t Abi, it wouldn’t be right.” “Please.” “No Abi, come on, there’s things to do today and there’s no reason why you can’t help me.” “Like what?” “Well for starters I think that it’s time that you, Amelia and Samantha moved into rooms in the new extension.” “Okay, can I pick which room I have?” “Yes, any of the empty rooms but remember that Amelia will probably want a room next to you.” “Can we share a room?” “I’m guessing that you will share most of the time but she still needs a room of her own. Hey Abi, it’s good to see you so cheerful, I think that you will be ready to go to school in a few days.” “Please can I stay with you this week?” “It will only be just you and me for this and the next 2 days, then Mandy will be here on Thursday and Friday.” “I like Mandy.” “Maybe you two could go into town or somewhere and she can give you a few pointers?” “Like how to flash my pussy and tits.” “Do you want to learn how you can do that innocently Abi?” “Well all the other girls do it, even my little sister does it so I guess that I should do it as well. I think that I might like it.” “Good girl Abi, now, I’ve got a couple of mirrors to put up then I’ve got a meeting with social services in town, and you will have to come with me.” “Do I have to, I will be alright on my own.” “I believe that you would, but the rules say that I can’t leave any children here on their own.” “I’m not a baby.” “I can certainly see that but the law says that you are still a child so you’ll have to come with me. Are you okay with that? I can phone and postpone the meeting.” “No, I’ll be okay with you, you can show me how to have an accidental wardrobe malfunction. All the other girls, even Amelia, seem to like having them.” “That’s my girl.” Abigail helped carry Dennis’ tools to the bedrooms then sat on the bed watching him screw the mirrors to the walls, not realising that they were fitted with WiFi cameras. Abigail was obviously a little bored as Dennis could see her idly rubbing her pussy in the mirrors that he was hanging and he wondered if she knew that he could see what she was doing. Then it was time to get changed / dressed to go to social services and Abigail dressed as Dennis suggested in a very short skirt and cotton tank top. As they left Bright Sparks and started walking to the bus stop, Dennis asked her if she was okay. “Yes, my pussy is tingling like it did when we went jogging and I was wearing my PE skirt.” “So it feels nice Abi?” “Yes, I can feel the steel balls knocking together.” “You put your Ben Wa balls in then?” “Yes, I need to practice keeping them in if I’m going to wear them for school next week.” “We’ll see about that, see how it goes. Can you remember what I said about kegel exercises Abi?” “Yes, and it feels nice clenching my pussy muscles outside, I hope that no one can tell that I’m doing it.” “Mandy likes people seeing her pussy when she’s doing it.” “Does she, maybe I should let people see when I’m doing it then.” “That’s up to you Abi.” “That’s what I like about you and Mandy Dennis, everything’s my decision.” “Not quite Abi, but thank you.” “Will you fuck me when we get back.” “Abi, I’ve answered that question already.” “I just thought that you might have changed your mind.” “No I haven’t” “Well can you shave me please, it’s been a few days and I’m starting to get a bit of prickly stubble.” “Can’t you shave yourself Abi?” “Amelia did me last time. If you shave me I can watch and then I’ll be able to do it myself.” “Well I guess that I could do that for you.” “Thank you Dennis, you’re the best. Well you would be if you fucked me, I really need to know that fucking can be nice.” Dennis didn’t say anything else until they got to the bus stop and he was pleased that a young man arrived just after they did. Dennis whispered to Abi, “Normally a gentleman would let a lady get on the bus before him, but in this case I’m getting on first and you can hope that that young man follows us upstairs.” “So that he can see my pussy as he follows me up the stairs?” Abi whispered back. Dennis had just got to the top of the stairs when he heard the familiar sound of a steel ball landing on a metal based floor. He turned and saw an embarrassed Abigail with one foot on the top deck and the other on the last step. “Oops.” Abigail said, and Dennis smiled as the young man bent over and picked up the slippery wet steel ball. “I think that you dropped this.” The young man said looking up to Abigail who had got to the top floor and turned to face him, him still being 2 steps down and looking up, right up the front of Abigail’s skirt. Abigail put out her hand, palm up, and the young man dropped the ball into it. Then he lifted his hand to his face and smelt his fingers, all with a big grin on his face and Abigail looking very embarrassed. The bus started to move causing Abi to have to grab a hand rail to support herself. She turned and went and sat beside Dennis. “Was that deliberate Abi, or an accident?” Dennis asked. “An accident, honest Dennis, I’m just not used to going up stairs and trying to keep them in. Can you push it back in please?” “No Abi, do it yourself.” Abigail looked to the other side of the aisle and saw no one then spread her knees and her right hand went between her legs and pushed the steel ball back up her vagina. Then, leaving her knees open she said, “Is this how I’m supposed to sit? It’s the way that all the other girls sit.” “That’s up to you Abi. Forgetting your ‘accident’ coming up the stairs what did you think about that young man following you up the stairs?” “I sort of liked him looking up my skirt.” “Did it turn you on?” “It made my pussy, and my nipples, tingle. Maybe my pussy getting suddenly a lot wetter helped the ball to slide out.” “That may well be true, but you need to be able to keep them in even if your pussy is gushing.” “I know, I promise to practise my kegels.” “Good girl, because if you can’t keep them in you can’t go to school with them in.” “I know, I’ve got a week to practise.” “And practise squeezing them out, you can’t rely on the boys being there all the time.” The bus journey and the walk to the social service’s office was uneventful except that just before they got there Abi said, “Dennis, the balls are working, a cum is building up.” It didn’t arrive before they got into the office and one of the staff showed Abigail to a waiting room while Dennis went to his meeting. It lasted about an hour, during which Dennis agreed to take 4 more girls from a home that was going to have to close in a couple of weeks. When the meeting was over Dennis went to collect Abigail and saw a teenage boy in the same room and Dennis was pleased to see that Abigail was sat opposite him with her knees slightly apart. When they exited the building Dennis asked Abigail, “Were you teasing that boy Abi?” “I was just sat there waiting, they didn’t even have any books or magazines that I could look at.” “You were sat with you’re knees apart Abi, were you letting him look up your skirt?” “That’s what the other girls would have done wasn’t it?” “Yes they would.” “So it was alright for me to let him look at my pussy?” “Yes it was Abi.” “Good, because I want to be like the other girls.” “You are like the other girls Abi, well not quite yet, but it sounds like you will be soon. Are you hungry Abi?” “A little, why, are you going to take me to McDonalds again?” “Why not, yes we’ll go there but don’t get used to going there, you need to keep that cute little body of yours nice and slim.” As they were sat eating, side by side, at one of the tables, Dennis looked down at Abigail’s bare legs and saw that her knees were slightly apart and he could just see the front of her slit. “Comfortable Abi?” “Yes thank you, I never did like crossing my legs like mummy always told us to. Have you seen the way that Samantha sits, and most of the other girls, it’s like they’ve got some fresh eggs between their legs and they don’t want to crush them.” “Well Abi, you’ve got to remember that Samantha was brought up like a boy and boys do have 2 delicate objects between their legs. Have you ever done any self-defence lessons Abi?” “No.” “Well when you do they will show you how to kick a man between his legs to really hurt him.” “Have you been kicked between your legs Dennis?” “No thank goodness, I’ve been a good little boy. Do you know that there’s a man over there looking at us, or should I say looking at you, I think that he likes what he sees.” “Good, but if he tries anything I’ll kick him in his balls.” “That’s my girl, I must organise some self defence lessons.” They finished eating and Dennis noticed that Abi kept opening her knees a bit more for a few seconds then closing them again. As they walked to the bus stop Dennis said, “You’re getting into this flashing aren’t you Abi?” “Yeah, Amelia was right, it is fun, and I guess that these metal balls are helping me a bit, I’m feeling horny and the insides of my thighs are all wet. Remember that you said that you’d shave me when we get back.” “I remember.” “And you’ll make me cum again?” “Probably, but you sound as if you don’t need me to help you cum.” “But I want you to help me.” “We’ll see how the shaving goes.” “And then you’ll make love to me?” “Abi, we’ve talked about that.” “I know, but.” Abigail and Dennis were unlucky in that no one followed Abigail up the stairs on the bus but Dennis did notice that Abi’s right hand was on her lap throughout the journey and he suspected that one of her fingers was caressing her pussy all the time. He didn’t say anything. When they got off the bus, Abigail linked her arm with Dennis’ as they walked, and just before they got home Abigail stopped and was gripping Dennis’ arm so hard that he was forced to stop as well and he gripped her arm when she started to sink down as her orgasm took control of her body. “Nice was it Abi?” “Yes thank you Dennis.” “Shame that there wasn’t anyone around to watch you.” “I’m not sure about that, I would have been embarrassed.” “You’ll get over that and become proud of yourself when it happens.” “I hope so.” Back at Bright Sparks Abigail went straight to her new room, stripped and went looking for Dennis with her shaving things in her hand. “Where are you going to do me Dennis?” She asked when she found him. “On the dining table, get a bowl of warm water and a towel and I’ll meet you there.” Three minutes later Dennis walked into the dining room and saw Abigail on her back on the table with her legs spread wide. “I’m ready.” “So I see, get up on your elbows so that you can watch, this is the last time that I’ll shave you Abi.” Ten minutes and another orgasm later, Abigail was flat on her back recovering and Dennis was happy with his work, both the shaving and his finger work. Then he said, “Now it’s your turn. You saw what I did now do the same to yourself.” “But I’m all smooth.” “I need to know that you can do it yourself so come on, get rubbing that gel all over your pussy.” Abigail did, and she used the razor to mimic what Dennis had done, although she didn’t make herself cum like Dennis had. “Good, well done Abigail. The next time that a man shaves you I hope it will be your boyfriend.” “I haven’t got a boyfriend.” “No, but when you have you can teach him how to shave you.” “And make me cum?” “Can you make love to me so that I can teach him how to do that as well?” “Abigail…. Off you go and get cleaned up, it won’t be long before the others start getting back.” Abigail did, taking all her things with her. Dennis next saw her when she came running down the stairs, still completely naked, when she heard the voices of some of the other kids. Abigail went straight to Amelia and told her about her new room and Dennis got hold of Samantha and took her up to her old room, telling her that she was moving rooms. Samantha was more interested in telling Dennis the details of how she’s proved to quite a few boys that she was definitely a girl. Mandy returned and was soon back in naked working mode and over the evening meal everyone had a story to tell about their day at school. After the meal and everything had been cleaned and restored to it’s proper place, the Withdrawal Game commenced with Mandy doing the timings during the first round. Both Mandy and Abigail were invited to join the second round with Jennifer saying that she’d had to change the way that the game was played because there were now more girls than boys. Abigail looked a little apprehensive but once she felt the pleasure of a boys fingers groping around inside her she soon relaxed and enjoyed the game. Afterwards, Abigail went up to Dennis and asked him if she could be examined on the Thursday. “Of course you can sweetheart, I’m sure that you’ll find the doctors hands much more pleasurable than the boys.” That night when Dennis finally went to bed, and after he had just fucked Mandy, he said, “Abigail asked me to make love to her today, she said that she wanted to know what it was like to be fucked by a nice man.” “And did you?” Mandy asked. “No, it wouldn’t be right.” “It may well be illegal and officially a failure of the trust that these kids put in you but I think that you making love to her, like you do to me, would be a real boost to her, let her really know that all men aren’t bastards.” “So you think that I should fuck her Mandy?” “No, you should make love to her.” “And you wouldn’t get jealous?” “Hell no, it would be educational for her and you’d be her teacher, much better than the SexEd classes that they get at school. In fact I think it would be a good idea if you made love to all the girls, just to educate them about making love, not the ‘wham bang thank you ma’am’ that I’m sure that they get from the boys here, and those that they meet in the park.” “Well, I suppose that if you follow that logic, you should fuck all the boys Mandy, educate them in the proper way to make love to a woman.” “You wouldn’t mind Dennis?” “As you say, it’s furthering their education. The next time that any of them ask us we’ll oblige them, but only once.” That conversation got them both horny again and they fucked again before falling asleep. The next morning the naked Abigail was again lined up behind the girls waiting for their inspection before leaving for school. As Dennis’ right hand went to her pussy to make her cum all over his hand he said, “Where has that shy, withdrawn Abigail that joined us just a few days ago gone, and who are you?” Abigail giggled a little then said, “I think that that Abigail joined a place that she feels safe in, and loved. A place that has shown her that life can be good and very pleasurable.” After Abigail had cum Dennis told her to go to her room and wait for him. “Does that mean that you are going to fuck me Dennis?” “No, go, now.” Abigail was a bit confused but still turned and went to her room. As she waited she analysed the conversation and thought that she should have asked if he was going to make love to her. Her pussy was tingling in anticipation as she assumed that she had just asked the wrong question. Ten minutes later, during which Abigail couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her pussy, Dennis walked in, magic wand in his hand. He held out his hand to help her to her feet then he bent over and kissed her, a proper kiss, not a peck on her lips. Forty five minutes later Dennis got to his feet, got dressed, picked up the well used magic wand then said, “That was a one-off Abi, Mandy agreed with you in that you should experience proper love making. I hope that you enjoyed it because it will never happen again with me but I’m sure that there are millions of men out there that will quite happily treat you like that as often as you want.” Abigail looked up at Dennis with that well fucked look of satisfaction on her face and thanked Dennis. Then she just lay there for ages before falling into a very relaxed sleep. Meanwhile, Dennis started doing the jobs that had to be done, one of which was to find out more about a ‘job’s fair’ that was to take place in town the next week. He had 2 boys, David and Mike who he hoped to find a job for. About 90 minutes later, a freshly showered and still beaming Abigail appeared at the door to Dennis’ office with a cup of tea in her hands. After Dennis got off the phone she knocked and went in. After putting the tea down she sat on his lap, put her arms round his neck, kissed him, thanked him, then got up and left. Dennis smiled to himself and thought, “I’ve got the best job in the world.” Dennis didn’t see much of Abigail for the rest of the day, although she did find him at lunchtime when she brought a sandwich and a cup of tea to him. “You’re looking good and happy Abigail.” Dennis said. “Thank you Dennis, I’ve got you to thank for that. I like it here and I like you, can you make love to me again please?” “Abi sweetheart, we’ve had that conversation, you’re just going to have to put up with the boys until you find yourself a boyfriend.” “Or a girlfriend, Amelia makes me happy.” “You are too young to decide if you’re a lesbian or not Abi, just get your pleasure wherever you can for a few years then decide if you prefer girls or boys.” “Maybe I’ll like both, there’s good chance of that if the boys are as good as you Dennis.” “Thank you Abi, just keep your options open for a few years. Now, do you want to help me do a few jobs this afternoon?” “Okay.” Dennis found it nice having a naked girl assistant helping him sort out a few d.i.y. jobs that afternoon, then when the kids got back from school he watched Abi getting on with the other girls and after he overheard Ruth telling Abigail about the fun she’s had in her PE lesson, Abigail had said that she couldn’t wait to be there. Dennis was happy that Abigail was now a fully fledged member of the Bright Sparks team. Even more so on the Thursday evening when the doctors did their weekly examinations and Abigail got examined in exactly the same way as the other girls, and responded in the same way as well. ****** Over the next 8 or 9 months a few interesting changes and happenings took place at Bright Sparks. Here are the details of the most interesting of them. Art Classes and the Photography Club These continued with all the girls enjoying their experiences. Dennis was a bit worried about sending both Amelia and Samantha. Amelia because of her age and Samantha because of her perceived age. Both girls had kept asking Dennis when it was their turn but Dennis wasn’t going to send them until he’d spoken to Peter the art teacher and Noah from the photography club. “Well Dennis,” Peter said, “since there is no physical contact between my students and your girls I can’t see there being any problem. Art is art and it’s not sexual so I can’t see that any offence would be committed but are you sure that your young girls are up for it, 13 is a bit young for a girl to be posing naked for a couple of hours.” “Don’t you worry about that Peter, both these 2 girls are more than up for it, they’ve been listening to the other girls telling them how much fun it is and won’t stop pestering me for their turn. By the way Pete, these 2 are the last 2 will you be wanting some of them to come for a second session?” “Well maybe not the younger ones for now, but that Mandy girl, the student at college, she’s at college on the same day as our art class, maybe she could model for some of the other students during the day if she has any free periods.” “Mandy is there every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and I’m 100 percent sure that she would volunteer to model for you, regardless of how explicit or personally rewarding they are for her.” Of course Dennis was referring to the orgasms that Mandy had during the poses and he was sure that Peter knew what he was referring to. That being said, or not said, they agreed that Mandy would talk to Peter when she met the next Wednesday. Dennis sent Samantha the next Wednesday, and he also sent Ann to accompany her on the bus. Yes Samantha was 14 and he’d send other 14 year old girls on the bus on their own but Samantha doesn’t look 14 and Dennis knew that wearing such a short skirt she would be a target for the unpleasant minority that hang around in town on an evening. Ann was happy to go again and hoped that she would get asked to pose again, and when they arrived there were enough students for 2 classes and Mandy let Ann have the pleasure. It was the same the following week when Dennis sent Jane with Amelia. Both girls were very happy at the end of their sessions, especially when the caricature artist gave them his drawings of them. He had given Samantha a huge pussy and huge nipples on her flat chest, and Samantha loved it saying, “No one can say that I’m not a girl after looking at that.” Noah at the photography club said a similar thing to what Peter had said and when Mandy took the girls she warned them not to expect as much pleasure as at the art classes, and afterwards, both girls said that Mandy was right, but it was still fun. Samantha adding that she hoped that all the photographs and videos of her got put on the internet for the whole world to see that she is a girl. ****** Laser Hair Remover The girls seemed to take longer and longer in the showers each morning and as Bright Sparks got more girls he knew that it would get worse. When he mentioned it at one evening meal, most of the girls agreed that it was the pussy shaving that was taking the time, they wanted to be totally smooth all of the time so most of them had started shaving every morning. Dennis thought about it for a short while, and the next morning when everyone was at either school or college, he did some research then ordered 2 Laser Hair Removers, one for Mandy and another one that the girls could share. He figured that if they passed it around they could all get rid of most of the hairs and then later use it occasionally to get the stragglers. This worked well for a couple of months then one evening Lucy asked who had the machine. No one admitted to it and a search began. It was finally found under a blouse in Angela’s room. The following evening when they were talking about it Tommy said that Angela should get her bottom spanked for not returning the machine to where it was kept. All of a sudden everyone was wanting Angela’s bottom to be spanked and Dennis had to stop the requests / demands and form an official court room whilst they ate. Angela could put up no defence and was unanimously found guilty. Then they had to vote on the punishment and again by a unanimous majority it was decided that she should receive 5 swats from every member of the Bright Sparks team straight after everything from the meal had been cleared away. Angela was silent through the rest of the meal and Dennis noted that she looked a little nervous, which was hardly surprising. Whilst the kids were clearing away Dennis went and sat next to Angela. “Nervous sweetheart?” He asked. “A little.” “Worried?” “A little.” “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll make sure that no one really hurts you.” “It’s not that, my daddy used to spank me and it made me cum. When I was cumming he used to finger fuck me and keep me cumming for ages.” “I thought that that would be a good thing.” “It is, but if I cum in front of everyone here because I’m being spanked, everyone will think that I’m a pain loving slut.” “No they won’t Angela, it’s perfectly natural for some girls to get aroused when being spanked, especially if they are naked and lots of people are watching. More so if the girl knows everyone who is watching. Truth be known, some of them will be jealous and wish that they were you. What you need to do is just relax and let it happen. All girls bodily needs over-ride what their brain wants a lot more than anyone would ever admit. You go for it girl and be proud of yourself; and don’t feel ashamed if you cry, I can guarantee that all the girls would cry if they were in your position.” “What about the boys?” “Seeing you getting spanked will make them all hard and make them all want to fuck you. You may want to put a ‘Go Away’ sign on your door tonight.” “Or maybe a ‘Come On In’ sign.” Angela replied. Dennis put his arm round her naked shoulder and squeezed her to him then said, “You’ll be fine girl, just relax and let it happen.” Five minutes later everyone was back and Mike told Angela to go over to one of the medical couches and bend over it. As she lowered her torso she spread her feet as far as she could. Angela smiled as she saw Mandy go round to her head and hold her hands. Within seconds the swats started, everyone forming a line and walking round in a circle giving Angela a swat as they got to her. It wasn’t long before Mandy saw tears in Angela’s eyes, her hands letting go of Mandy’s and gripping the side of the couch. Mandy’s redundant hands slid under Angela’s torso, which rose to give her the space, and held her tits. Mandy felt Angela’s rock hard nipples and she started squeezing and rolling them as much as she could in the limited space. Soon, the tears dried up and Angela was quiet for a couple of minutes before Mandy noticed that her breathing was getting heavier. Mandy looked down at Angela’s face and knew straight away what was about to happen. And it did, Angela screaming as David landed a particularly hard swat on her butt then her body went rigid for a second then it started jerking and shaking. Everyone in the room stopped and stared as Angela had a long and powerful orgasm. When the constant shaking and jerking slowed to an occasional jerk Angela managed to say just 3 words, “Someone fuck me.” David was just behind her and within seconds his jeans were around his ankles and his cock was pounding in and out of Angela’s vagina. She soon came to another orgasm just before David’s body went rigid and he shot his load inside her. When David was back in control of himself he pulled up his jeans, turned to face Dennis and said, “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself, and she did ask for it.” “Relax David, I’m not upset. Angela did ask for it and I’m a bit surprised that you lot haven’t been fucking all over the building. Not that I’m saying that you should, but the occasional coupling, just as long as it is consensual, is okay by me, just so long as we don’t have any visitors here at the time. So Angela, are you going to remember to return the hair remover to its proper place?” “No sir, I mean yes sir.” That caused a little giggle from a couple of the girls and over the next few weeks just about all the girls, even Samantha, Abigail and Amelia, managed to hide the hair remover in their room when someone else wanted to use it; and the same punishment was handed out by the whole team each time, although only Jennifer, Ruth and Amelia called for someone to fuck them when their spanking ended. Then one evening over the meal, Jennifer said that it wasn’t fair that all the girls had had a spanking but not Mandy. All the kids ganged-up on Mandy and she either wanted to, or felt that she had to submit to a similar spanking. After everything was cleared away Mandy went over to the couch and spread her legs. “Actually,” Jennifer said, “since you are a member of the staff I think that you should get on your back Mandy, and raise your legs up and over so that you can hold your ankles.” Mandy just stood there taking in what Jennifer had said but all the kids started voicing their agreement. Mandy looked at Dennis, who nodded his head, then she climbed up onto the couch and swung her legs up and over, automatically spreading her feet so far apart that her hands could only just reach her ankles. Her wet pussy was spread wide open for all to see. Jennifer organised everyone into a circle with Mike and Tommy stood right next to Mandy, both of them looking down at her wet, spread pussy. “Okay Mike,” Jennifer said, “one swat then move on.” The swat landed and the circle started moving. When it comes to having her butt spanked, Mandy is no tougher than any other girl and she was soon crying, but Dennis noticed that her hands, that were gripping her ankles, were looking a bit white, she was really gripping her ankles. He said nothing and let the spanking continue. If for no other reason than he wanted to know how much she could take and if she too would cum. The spanking continued and her butt was getting redder and redder then she let out a loud groan and started cumming, her body shaking and jerking, but still her hands gripped her ankles. “Keep going.” Jennifer shouted. And they did, the circle continued moving and the swats kept landing. Dennis watched his girlfriend cumming and cumming and her butt getting redder and redder. Somehow she was taking more and more punishment and her body was having continues orgasms. After all the kids had spanked her butt twice whilst she was cumming, Mandy just stopped shaking and jerking. She let go of her ankles and her arms and legs flopped down. She had passed out. “Is she dead?” Amelia asked. “No sweetheart,” Dennis answered, “she’s just fainted, she’ll come round in a minute or so.” “We caused that?” Tommy asked. “Sorry Mandy.” “She can’t hear you dummy, she’s out cold.” David said. Dennis walked over to Mandy and stroked her head, pushing her hair out of her face. “Can one of you get her a glass of water please?” Dennis asked and Lucy ran off. Mandy started to groan and her eyes opened. “What happened?” “You fainted Mandy, nothing to worry about. Sit up, there’s a glass of water on its way.” Mandy lifted her body and immediately said, “Jeez, that hurts.” “Can you stand Mandy?” Dennis asked. “It hurts when I try to move.” Dennis leant over her then lifted her up in the air then lowered her to her feet. Lucy handed Mandy the water and she drank it. Dennis put an arm round Mandy’s waist to support her then told everyone that she was okay. “Do you think that we went too far?” Jennifer asked, “should I have stopped it earlier?” “No Jennifer, if anyone should have stopped it it should have been me, but I wanted to see how far she could go. Don’t forget that she could have asked you to stop at anytime so she obviously wanted you to continue.” “Wow, you’re brave Mandy.” Jennifer said. Mandy smiled and said, “You did good Jennifer.” “Okay kids,” Dennis said, “you know when it’s bed time, I’ve got a very red butt to attend to.” Dennis helped Mandy up to their flat and as they went in Mandy said, “Fuck me please Dennis.” “Let me rub some cream on your butt first.” “No, fuck me now please.” Mandy got on her hands and knees on the bed and said, “Now, please.” Dennis did and each time that he bottomed out Mandy winced and said, “Ouch.” Two orgasms later, which didn’t take long, Mandy collapsed forwards and Dennis got up and got some moisturiser cream and gently rubbed it onto Mandy’s butt. She was asleep in seconds and Dennis continued knowing that the cream would do her good, asleep or not, and she couldn’t feel it being rubbed in when she was asleep. It was a good job that the spankings took place at the end of the week because it took 2 days for Mandy to be able to sit. If she had had to go to college she would have had a lot of explaining to do. The thing was, all the time that her butt was really hurting she continually asked Dennis to fuck her. It was like the pain in her butt was making her even more horny. ****** Stuff the Golf Balls The old man who ran Bright Sparks left a few things when they moved out and Dennis had put them all in the store room. One Saturday when Jennifer was helping Dennis sort the hand-me-down clothes, she came across a bag containing a dozen or so golf balls. Jennifer stared at them for a second then said, “Can I have these please Dennis, I’ve got an idea for another game.” “Sure,” Dennis replied, “what sort of game?” “Can it be a surprise please Dennis?” “Okay, just so long as you’re not intending to start hitting them around the place, windows are expensive to replace.” “No, nothing like that.” After they’d finished sorting the clothes Jennifer went and washed the golf balls then called everyone into the lounge. “Right everyone,” Jennifer announced, “I’ve got a new game for us to play, ‘Stuff the Golf Balls’.” “Have you ever tried cutting those things open.” Davis asked. “And what do you want us to stuff them with?” “What the hell would you want to cut into a golf ball for Dave?” “To see what’s inside?” “No, no,” Jennifer said, “not stuff the insides of the balls, stuff the balls into something.” “What?” Ruth asked. “Your pussy.” “Like our Ben Whatsit balls.” Lucy asked. “Sort of,” Jennifer replied, “but golf balls have a sort of rubber coating, they wouldn’t clunk together so they wouldn’t be much fun. No, the game is to see how many golf balls a boy can put in a girl’s pussy and for her to keep them in while she goes upstairs and then back to the sofa.” “So how do we decide who wins?” Lucy asked. “Well,” Jennifer replied, “there may well be more that one winner but it’s the girl who keeps the most balls in and makes it up and down the stairs without one of them dropping out. Oh, and the girls have to walk normally, no keeping your ankles together and jumping.” “Okay,” Ruth said, “when do we start and who goes first?” “Usual way to to decide the order, and the usual way to decide the order that the boys go.” Jennifer said. The playing cards were brought out and the playing order was established. Then Jane sat on the front edge of the sofa and spread her legs wide and Tom stepped forward with a big grin on his face. As Tom presented the first golf ball to Jane’s vagina Jennifer told him to just gently push. He did and the ball started going in, then it disappeared inside and Tom said, “Did you see that, it grabbed in and sucked it in. Her pussy grabbed it and sucked it in.” “Naw,” Mike said, “you pushed it.” “No I didn’t, once it started going in I stopped pressing and her pussy sucked it in.” There was a bit of a debate then Jennifer told Tom to try a second golf ball and Tom gave a running commentary of what he was doing. “I wasn’t pushing.” Tom said as the ball suddenly got swallowed by Jane’s vagina. There were a few gasps and a lot of silence as just about everyone realised that a vagina was actually sucking something in to it. “Another one.” William said. “Can you take another one Jane?” Jennifer asked. Jane nodded. Tom picked up another golf ball and presented it to Jane’s vaginal entrance. It easily and quickly opened and sucked the third ball in. “Another one.” William again said. The fourth golf ball was quickly grabbed by Jane’s vagina, but just as it disappeared it reappeared and dropped onto the floor. “Try again.” Mike said. William picked up the ball and presented it to Jane’s vagina. Again it got sucked in then spat out. “Try again.” Mike again said, “and this time Jane, use your muscled to try to keep it in.” “I am dummy, you try it and see if you can keep it in.” “I can’t Jane, I haven’t got a cunt.” Mike replied. “But you have got a butt, and if you don’t shut up I’ll ram half a dozen up it.” “Okay guys,” Jennifer almost interrupted, Jane has set the benchmark, lets see if she can walk up the stairs.” William held out a hand to help Jane pull herself up, and to the sounds of “oow” and “argh”, Jane slowly managed to walk to the top of the stairs and back down again. “Now sit down again Jane and see if you can squeeze all 3 out without any help.” She did, and everyone marvelled as, in turn, all 3 appeared as she ‘gave birth’ to the 3 balls. “Good,” Jennifer said, “a target to beat. Who’s next?” “Lucy and Tommy stepped forward and assumed their positions. Lucy had the same problem with the fourth ball and so did all the other girls other than Ruth, Amelia and Samantha who had problems keeping the third ball in. “Probably something to do with Ruth and Amelia’s age,” Mandy said, “and Samantha, probably because of your issue; but not to worry, the 3 of you had fun which the others didn’t, partially squeezing them out then sucking them back in.” All the time Dennis and Mandy were stood at the side watching. Mandy was stood in what had recently become her usual position when standing with Dennis, her left shoulder leaning back on the front of Dennis’ right shoulder. This allowed Dennis’ right hand to gently caress her naked back and butt, and that often led to his hand going lower and between her legs to caress and finger fuck her. If they were stood like that for more than a couple of minutes, Mandy usually ended up cumming on his hand. “Come on Mandy,” Jennifer said, “there’s no reason why you can’t play this game.” Dennis removed his fingers and Mandy stepped forward and sat on the sofa. “You’re nice and wet Mandy,” Jennifer said as Mandy spread her legs, “was Dennis finger fucking you back there?” Mandy smiled. “Well we’d better not let Dennis push the balls in, we’ll be here all night. Who’s next in the cycle of boys?” Tony stepped forwards with a big grin on his face. Tony has always been one of Mandy’s favourites probably because he is quieter than the other boys and both she and Dennis suspect that he doesn’t go visiting the girls in the middle of the night very often, so she was pleased that it was his turn. As soon as Mandy’s vagina swallowed the first ball she squeezed it just enough for a small part of it to appear at her entrance. “It’s coming out.” Tommy shouted, “push it back in Tony.” He did and Mandy squeezed it partially out again. “I think that you are going to have to push it right in Tony.” Mandy said, “right in as far as it will go Tony.” He did, as far as his fingers would allow. “Further in.” Mandy said. “I can’t, my fingers wont go any further.” “Push your whole hand in.” Mandy said. Tony’s eyes opened wide then he looked over to Dennis who nodded his head. So Tony added a finger at a time, then his thumb, and slowly eased his hand into Mandy’s rapidly getting bigger, vaginal entrance. “Oh my gawd,” Mandy said, “that’s awesome Tony, can you feel the ball?” “Yes.” “Push it as far as it will go then pull your hand out ready for the next ball.” He did, and Mandy did the same thing with the second ball, then the third. “There’s not much room in there.” Tony said. “Do you think that it’s worth trying a fourth ball Tony?” Mandy asked. “I don’t know.” Tony said. “Yes it is.” Mike said. Tony picked up another golf ball and held it to Mandy’s vagina. It opened as Tony gently pushed then the ball quickly disappeared. There was total silence in the room as Mandy did her best to hold it in. Dennis was happy that Mandy had spent hours doing her kegel exercises. Eventually Mandy let out the breath that she was holding and the ball slowly appeared then dropped to the floor. “Again.” Mike said. Tony picked up the golf ball and held it to Mandy’s vaginal entrance again and it opened and swallowed the ball. It re-appeared a little and then Mandy squeezed and back it went in. She did that twice before taking a deep breath and clenched her pussy muscles. Then she jumped to her feet and ran up the stairs and back down again. Just as she flopped down on the sofa the fourth ball dropped out. “Cheat!” Jane shouted, “you’re supposed to walk.” “Yes I did cheat, that doesn’t count.” Mandy said. “So Jennifer,” Dennis said, “have we got a winner?” “No, just about all the girls got 3 in but no one could keep 4 in.” “Have we got enough golf balls for all of us to go to school with 3 in?” Lucy asked. “Don’t even think about that Lucy.” Dennis said, “two little steel balls is enough and they’ll give you some pleasure, but even one golf ball for so long, and with you moving about so much, is not a good idea, okay girls?” “Okay Dennis.” A few of the girls replied. “So are we going to play that game again?” Tony asked, “it was fun.” Jennifer looked around and most of the girls and boys were smiling so she said that they were. Later, when they were alone, Mandy told Dennis that she was holding back during the game and that she was sure that she could take a lot more golf balls and even Dennis’ fist. “That tight pussy of yours would crush my hand.” “I guess that it could but you know that I could never hurt you. Can we try that when we go to bed please?” They did, Mandy taking 8 golf balls and Dennis putting his whole fist in to retrieve a couple of them. Dennis asked Mandy if she could squeeze them out fast so that they shot across the room. She tried that but couldn’t get them to go any further than half a metre. ******

Bad Luck Over the Summer by Jappio Part 1 Suzie hung up the phone, having finished ordering some room service. It would be awhile until it was done though. She sat down on her bed, kicking her feet, thinking of what to do next. She had saved up some money so she could go somewhere fun for the weekend. It being summer break between colleges classes meant it was time for relaxation. Just her luck though, it was storming out that night, meaning she had to stay indoors. She had dressed down to some shorts and a tank top and was ready to relax the day away. The clothing was old, but she thought they were comfortable and good nightwear. She also had socks on to keep her feet warm. Suzie noticed that she was low on ice, and figured she might as well fill it up. She got up and grabbed the bucket and headed out the door. Suzie didn't mind too much that she was walking through the hall in her night clothes. She wouldn't have hit the town like that, but she figured it was Ok since it was just a hotel and not many people were around. She did giggle a little at the trough of being out in the hall with only socks on her feet though. When she got to the ice machine down the hall though, she saw the 'out of service' sign on it. She sighed and mumbled, "Just my luck." She wasn't about to give up of course. She figured if she went a floor up she could find a working machine. She entered the nearest stairwell, and headed up a floor. She exited it, and she soon found herself another ice machine, a working one this time. Humming to herself, she made her way back to the stairwell, happy to have completed her mission. She had both hands on her bucket of ice, so she turned her back to the door and proceeded to push it open with her rear end to get back into the stairwell. Suzie didn't notice though a loose screw on the door and it had snaked its way into a gap in the seam on her shorts. As she pushed her way through the doorway and began to turn and walk away from the door, Suzie felt a tug at her shorts. It didn't register what was going on, she just felt resistance. She naturally just tried to pull away from it, but since the heavy door wasn't about to sway with her, her shorts were quickly torn down their entire seam! In a moment Suzie was left in just her tank top and bright red panties. She had enough foresight to keep her screech quiet as she crouched as if to hide. She looked down and saw just how bare her legs were now with only her panties and socks below her waist. Suzie held the ice bucket in front of the front of her panties as she slowly stood straight up. She looked around and was thankful that she was alone. Suzie wasn't too surprised something like this would happen; it was typical of her luck to land her in situations like this. She felt she was lucky enough though that she was still relatively dressed and her room wasn't far. She hadn't seen anyone on the way to the ice machine, and hopefully wouldn't on the way back. Suzie quickly walked down the stairs, not planning to show her panties off to anyone. She could see and feel her legs were completely bare, and the cold stair well reminded her of that as she head down to her floor. She stood in front of the door leading to her hallway, and she set the ice bucket down. She tried tugging at her tank top, but the tight material couldn't be stretched nearly far enough to cover anything. With her shorts gone, she regretted not having a bra on either. Even though the shorts were really only a small bit of fabric, and she was showing only a few extra inches of skin, she felt almost naked. She took a deep breath and opened the door. She took a long look down the hall. She didn't see any other guests, so she picked up her ice bucket and left the stairwell. Now as she passed door after door, she knew she wouldn't be able to hide and anyone could walk out and discover her. She tried to not stare at the doors and think about anyone catching her. Too many times in her life she had been seen undressed, and although no one at the hotel would know her, she hardly wanted to be the subject of anyone's' "what happened over summer vacation" stories. Suzie was lucky to get to her room undetected. She set her ice down and quickly tried to get into her room. Yet as she pulled at her door handle, nothing happened. She tried and tried again, but the door refused to open. It didn't hit her right away, but she realized that it of course wouldn't open, she didn't have a key! She didn't know why, but she somehow forgot her key. She had managed to lock herself out of her room, and with her awful luck, she wound up without her shorts on top of it. She stood, trying to quickly think of something, anything to do. She didn't want to admit it in the end, but it seemed like she was out of options. She would have to somehow make it down to the front desk and get a new key for her room. She felt vulnerable standing in the middle of the hall though, so she made a dash back for the stairwell to try and think it over again. She hated the fact she had to run away from her room, panties out on show, but she reasoned it would be safer in the stairwell. As she got close to the door to the stairwell, Suzie's heart nearly burst from her chest. She heard the elevator's chime and heard what sounded like its doors opening. No more than a few feet away, someone was going to get out of the elevator, and see her. She would have normally taken the time to check the stair well, but panic set in and she just opened the door and rushed in. On the other side, Suzie was lucky to be alone. She let the door close and she took a few steps down the stairs and sat down. She rubbed her hands up and down her legs. She couldn't believe something like this was happening to her again. She couldn't imagine a situation where she could get out of this without being seen. She tried remembering the lobby. She thought about ways to sneak up to the counter, but she wouldn't be able to hide from anyone on her side of the counter. She stood and felt out the back of her panties. She knew anyone would be able to see her pantied butt if she did this. Yet there were no other options she concluded. She gathered up all the courage she could, and began her descent down the stairs. She had an agonizing five flights to think about what she was about to do. She told herself to not stop though, that she had to get it over with. She spent the last flight telling herself to not even stop at the door, to just walk out of it and enter the lobby and get up to the counter as fast as she could. Her resolve wasn't nearly strong enough though, and as she opened the door and felt the air from the room flow through the doorway and across her bare skin, she let go of the door and quickly scurried away from it. She tried to collect herself, waiting wasn't going to help she convinced herself. On her second attempt, Suzie didn't run away. She made it out the door and was in a small alcove attached to the lobby. Two elevators sat on each side of her, and around the corner she knew was the front desk. She could hug the wall and hope the counter was high enough to hide her panties, but she knew that the front doors and the entire lobby would have view of her. This also depended on there being no one at the desk too. She didn't want to risk peeking around any corners either, that way she didn't raise suspicion. "Maybe if anyone sees, they'll just think it's a swimsuit," she consoled herself. She subconsciously adjusted her panties, to make sure they were at least well adjusted. Before someone could come across her standing in the elevator alcove, Suzie began to walk out, right into the lobby. The lobby was very well lit; in no way would anything be hidden by shadows. Suzie turned right away so not to walk into the middle of the room at least. She sighed in relief seeing no one standing in the lobby. She also was happy to see the counter was indeed high enough to hide her lower half. "How may I help?" the girl behind the counter asked Suzie as she walked up. Suzie didn't know what to say, she wasn't quite prepared to actually talk to anyone. "Oh, um... I was uh locked out of my room!" she said as she looked around. She knew she was looking suspicious, but at any time someone could enter the room and see her. "Ok, do you have you ID on hand?" The lady asked. Suzie almost wanted to comment on her lack of pockets to put anything in, but she wasn't about to flash her panties to the desk lady. "I um don't..." she meekly said. "Oh well you can probably guess I can't just give you a key to a room with nothing to prove who you are," The desk lady explained. Suzie wasn't sure what she was doing, but out of the corner of her eye she saw someone walking into the room. It was two girls just a year or two younger than her probably. Both stopped and looked Suzie up and down. Before they could even react, Suzie looked back at the desk lady, not wanting to know what they thought. "Please, I need to get back in my room. Isn't there something I can do to prove it? Like the card I used to pay for the room ends in 1234, and I've been here only two days now, and I just ordered some room service!" Suzie said in panic, wanting to get out of there. The lady at the desk started to type on her keyboard some. "Ok, I suppose that will do. Just give me a moment." Suzie was left waiting there as the desk lady did some more work on the computer. Suzie dared to look behind her. The two girls were gone, but a man in a business suit was doing a double take as he came through the door. Suzie quickly turned away from him, not wanting to make eye contact. She began to blush, knowing her red panties weren't hidden from that man's view. She subconsciously raised her right foot and rubbed it against the back of her left calf. The soft cotton of her socks reminded her how bare her skin was. "Hurry up, hurry up," she pleaded in her mind. "Ok, so long as you're ok with the slight charge we'll add to your room's bill, you'll be all set," the desk lady explained as she handed the key out. Suzie quickly grabbed it. "Thank you!" Suzie said as she immediately headed back for the stairs. She made the mistake of looking to her side to see that the man in the suit was still watching her. She almost screamed as she picked up her pace. Suzie was about to turn and enter the alcove to get to the stairs, but when she saw a group of people getting off the elevators, she wasn't about to stay. She panicked and didn't think to turn back. She went for the first cover she could see, and that was the hallway that was in front of her. She walked past the elevator alcove and was now in a hallway. Suzie wanted to stop and wait, but she wasn't sure if the people would follow her. She looked down the hall to try and find a solution, and that's when she got an idea. The door to the hotel's indoor pool was not far from her. She did before hope that her panties looked like a swimsuit. She could hide in there and get a towel or something and then be able to sneak to her room more safely. Suzie made her dash for the room. She opened the door and was just about ready to relax, but she saw that someone was actually in the pool already. The man swimming turned his attention to Suzie. He must have not thought anything was up, because he went back to concentrating on his swimming. Suzie hadn't convinced herself well enough her panties could pass as swimsuit bottoms. She knew too well she was standing in front of this man in her underwear. She also didn't want to just grab a towel and leave; he would know something was up. A normal person she thought would probably be at the pool in a swimsuit to swim. She looked at the water in front of her. "Don't worry, water's not too cold," the man said, trying to welcome Suzie into the pool. He could tell something was making her hesitant, but he didn't know the real reason. Suzie was thinking of jumping in, but she still had her tank top on. She cursed herself for not having a bra, then it would be more believable she had a bikini on. It would be silly to jump in with her tank top on. Suzie didn't see much choice though. She had to pretend she was there just for a regular swim, that she wasn't running around the hotel in her underwear. She took a deep breath and walked over to the pool edge. She sat down and let her feet soak. The water wasn't freezing, but it was colder than she thought. She knew though she looked stupid sitting there like that so she scooted forward off the edge and into the water. That area of the pool was deep enough to fully submerge. She was shivering as she came back up from the sudden cold. She saw the man had a weird look on his face, probably because she was still wearing her tank top. She had to come up with some excuse "The water looked just inviting, I couldn't wait to completely change," Suzie said, hoping the man thought she had her bikini top underneath. The man seemed content with the answer as he went back to his swimming. Part 2 Suzie wasn't sure what to do; she hadn't really planned on swimming. She couldn't get out right away though, and figured she might as well also get some exercise and do some laps of her own while stuck there. After a few minutes, Suzie was becoming worried she'd have to keep going for quite some time. Not once did it seem the other man was slowing down. It didn't help her either that she was a little winded from all the fear and adrenaline. Suzie's luck changed soon enough though when the man got out of the pool. He began to towel off and Suzie knew she was close to being free. She noticed as the man was getting packed up to leave, he kept looking at her. Suzie was happy to see him leave, but the smile he had as he looked back one last time told Suzie something was definitely up. Mere moments after he left, Suzie realized why he had been staring. Looking down, Suzie noticed that her tank top was too light of a color. The light faded pink color became quite transparent. Although not every detail could be seen, she could see two darker circles with pointed nubs at the tip of each breast. The man had been able to essentially see she was braless under the tank top and could see her areola! Suzie wasn't able to hold back a screech as she crossed her arms over them, even though she was alone. Suzie refused to stay out in the open, essentially topless. She pulled herself out of the pool so she could find somewhere to hide. She had to tug her panties up though, the water was pulling them down. She would have mooned the guy had he still been there probably. Suzie saw that there were some changing stalls nearby and quickly took refuge in one. With a mirror now facing her, she was able to see exactly what the other guy probably saw. She knew exactly why the man had been grinning. Suzie was essentially flashing him her boobs the whole time. Suzie peeled the shirt right off her body. She knew she couldn't go around in it like that, it had to dry. She placed it on top of the door of the changing stall as she slipped her panties down and off. She noticed a hook on the door and let them sit there. Suzie remembered she had yet to get a towel. She wanted to dry off, and wasn't interested in squeezing back into the wet clothing she just got off. Slowly, Suzie opened her door and looked out. She made sure the door covered her body, but she wanted to see if a towel was at least nearby. Unfortunately for Suzie, the only towel she could see was on the other side of the room. Taking about two steps out the doorway, Suzie thought she maybe could run to it. She wasn't so sure if her luck could hold out long enough though. Suzie's attention was drawn away from her towel though when she finally noticed something about the room. The wall that separated it from the hall was almost completely glass! Suzie at that very moment was revealed to the hall, and would be for quite some time if she did try to get that towel! Suzie was also lucky to notice that out in the hall a cleaning lady was wheeling her cart to the door to the pool. The lady hadn't seen Suzie yet, so Suzie was able to quickly get back into the stall and slam the door shut. Suzie held her breath as she heard the cart's wheels squeak around the pool area. Suzie didn't have much reason to be worried, it wasn't all that odd to be naked in a changing stall, assuming she was actually changing. Suzie though felt like she was doing something wrong, and was still worried of being caught. She heard the cleaning lady mumble something, real close to the changing stall. Suzie wasn't sure what it was about, but felt relieved when she heard the lady start to leave. Suzie gasped as she looked at the door to her stall however. She noticed that her tank top that had been resting on the door was gone! Suzie instantly realized it had to have fallen off when she panicked before and slammed the door shut. It must have been on the floor. Suzie slowly opened the door again to take a look out. She could see the cleaning lady was leaving, but she didn't see her shirt anywhere nearby. Suzie began to think that the mutter before from the cleaning lady was actually about her tank top! The cleaning lady must have taken it and didn't realize Suzie was there. Suzie's attempt to stay quiet and hidden was coming back to bite her on her bare tush. Suzie was thinking of calling the cleaning lady back, but Suzie didn't have anything on. Even though it would help her stay covered on her way back, she was too embarrassed to purposely expose herself to her. The cleaning lady left, and Suzie was left with only her wet pair of panties. Suzie took a moment to come up with a plan. She still had to get the towel, and all she had were the panties. She took them off the hook and tried to wring them out, but they were still pretty wet. She slowly pulled them up her legs. Again she stuck her head out of the changing stall. The towel she planned on getting was still on the other side of the room. She knew that she'd have to run through the entire pool room, topless in front of the hallway windows. She didn't know what else she could do though, so after making sure she didn't see anyone in the hall, she took off. Suzie kept her arms crossed over her breast. She felt very naked now that she only had on a pair of panties. She glanced to her side and flinched. She could clearly see into the hallway, and even saw her reflection on the glass. She knew she looked very naked, and she had no way of hiding now. Suzie got to the towel and quickly picked it up off the chair it had been resting on. She started to try and wrap it around herself, but she couldn't figure out how. She was starting to worry that the towel wouldn't fit. Walking through that door at the time was a younger couple. They took one glance at Suzie and wondered what was going on. All they saw was a girl wearing nothing but bikini bottoms trying to get a towel around herself. Suzie was surprised by them suddenly entering. She still hadn't gotten the towel on right, so the two got an unobstructed showing of her bare chest. She was lost for an answer to the situation, so Suzie just took off as fast as she could past the two people and out into the hall, towel loosely held in front of her bare chest. Suzie ran towards the lobby without thinking at first. She wanted to get out of the couple's sight, but soon realized she had nowhere to really go. Ahead of her she would be out in the open lobby again where even more people could see her. She stopped dead in her tracks between the pool entrance and the lobby. She knew she had to cover herself somehow. She looked back behind her and saw that the couple was standing in the pool room's doorway, craning their heads into the hall to watch her. Both seemed amused by her nearly naked state. Did they know she was a victim of a couple of wardrobe malfunctions, or did they think she was some type of exhibitionist? Suzie didn't have time to think about it. The more she stood and thought about it, the more time they could stare at her ass, only covered by her wet, red panties. Suzie hesitantly held the towel away from her chest for a few moments so she could wrap herself in it. For a few moments she was at risk of flashing anyone in front of her, but soon she got the towel around her body. Suzie wasn't pleased with the towel though. As she feared, the towel wasn't as big as she'd like. It managed to reach around her, but length wise it didn't cover all that she wanted. She could just barely get her breast hidden, but this left the lower half of her panties on show. She didn't want to leave them out in the open, but again she had to try and hope that people thought they were bikini bottoms. Suzie looked behind her and was glad to see that the couple had retreated into the pool room, probably thinking the show was over. Suzie pulled and tugged at the towel now, wanting to see what she could do with it. She felt self conscious about raising it too high above her panties, but her shoulders were left very bare. It would be obvious to anyone looking that she didn't have a top on, or at least a top with should straps. Maybe she'd get lucky and they'd think she had some type of skimpy top on underneath. Taking a deep breath, Suzie slowly walked forward toward the lobby. She would have to make it up several floors now, dressed as she was. She didn't know how she would explain herself if someone confronted her. Suzie spent as little time as she could in the lobby. The first thing she did was turn and get into the elevator alcove. She was about to enter the stairwell she had come from originally, but there was a sign on the door. Somehow in the short time she had been on the ground floor, the hotel had to actually lock off the stairwell for maintenance. Suzie felt trapped now, not knowing what to do to get to her room. She could have tried and find another stairwell, but that would only prolong her journey. With her luck, she figured that would only lead to disaster and more lost clothes. Although she didn't like the sound of it, this meant she'd have to ride the elevator. Suzie pressed the 'up' button to summon the elevator. She tried to calm herself, telling herself it wouldn't be long till she could be back in her room. Her heart began to race though as she saw other people begin to gather in the alcove. Two woman and three men had all joined her in the alcove, also waiting. She didn't want to spend the elevator ride with other people, but she didn't want to wait for empty elevator either. As they waited, Suzie couldn't help but shy away from the group. She didn't want to be the one standing in front of the door, everyone else free to stare at her from behind. She felt safer off to the side where she could make sure no one was staring. Luckily besides a few glances, no one seemed to pay her much attention. She was feeling very naked though in just a towel and panties, standing out in the open in a hotel. Suzie's adventure looked like it would be coming to an end once the elevator did arrive. After a few people got off and left, the others started to enter. Suzie was last to enter and realized it was a mistake to wait at the side. The walls of the elevator were soon covered by everyone and their luggage, leaving only enough room for Suzie to stand in the center. She did her best to will herself to stand still and press the button to her floor. Sadly it seemed almost everyone was on the floor right above hers, and would be with her the whole ride. Suzie waited as the elevator went up its first few floors. Suzie wanted to hide and be alone. She felt so nearly naked in the little bit of clothing she had. She could see her reflection in the reflective walls of the elevator, and could see a lot of exposed skin. Her bright red panties stuck out too compared to her pale skin and white towel. At the 4th floor, one of the men got off. He had squeezed right around Suzie, and Suzie thought about the horrors if she had lost her towel as she had to twist and turn to let the man through. Luckily for her, she didn't lose her towel. The next stop would be hers, and she could get to the safety of her room before something did happened. Suzie was left uneasy though when she heard the snickering of one of the ladies behind her. Suzie didn't know why, but she knew it was a bad sign. She looked around her and noticed that the other passengers averted eye contact. She was really worried now, knowing it had to be something to do with her. As Suzie had tried to stretch and turn to let the previous guest off the elevator, her panties in their wet state must have slipped down. Suzie hadn't realized it, but for the last few second she had been standing with her butt hanging out of her panties, which was easily seen from under the bottom edge of the towel! Suzie blushed realizing that she'd been mooning the other guests. Yet before she could even move to cover, the elevator arrived at her floor, and the doors opened to two more guests waiting. It didn't take long for Suzie to realize that meant that she wasn't just showing off her bottom anymore. With the wet panties down to her thighs and the towel up to high, she knew that the two men in front of her could just barely see what should be her most hidden body part! If it weren't for the panties keeping her thighs together, she'd be showing a lot more too, but she fortunately was probably only showing off her pussy fur. With all the embarrassment and adrenaline rush, Suzie wasn't able to think straight. Rather than pull her panties up to cover herself, she instead tried to escape the elevator. Yet with her wet panties clung to her thighs, she was only able to stumble a few feet until losing her balance. Suzie ended up lying on the ground, her panties wrapped around her thighs and her towel pooled around her body. She was left nearly completely naked for all these people. It was only a second she was on show until she was able to stand again and hold the towel in front of her breast. She also pulled the front of her panties up with her free hand to hide that portion. Suzie wasn't about to stand there and let herself make a fool of herself anymore. Yet as she turned and ran from the elevators, the people still left standing there got one last view of her butt. Suzie only managed to pull the front of her panties back up with her free hand; they hadn't gotten up above her backside. Part 3 Suzie didn't have a plan on where she was going; she just wanted to get out of sight. She was running through the hall with her panties barely on and a towel just pressed to her chest. She had to get decent, but she didn't want to just stand out in the middle of the hall. Out of the corner of her eye, Suzie noticed a lounge room. Every floor had one, it was just an area for people to get together and relax in. Suzie didn't know if anyone would be in there, but it beat standing in the hallway. Rushing in, Suzie was relieved to find she was alone in the room. The room was dark, curtains covered the walls and the lights were off. A few couches lay about and the TV was turned off. Suzie dropped the towel on a nearby table, happy to finally take a breather. She finally noticed now that her panties were still hanging down in back. Suzie laughed thinking it was a miracle she still had the panties at all. She was finally on her floor, and she could finally get to her room and relax for the rest of the night. Suzie was still embarrassed by all the people that had seen her. She hated the fact that her panties would betray her so much. She couldn't believe just how much pool water they were still holding. She hardly wanted to trip on them again, so she slid them down her legs, planning to give them another good wringing. With panties in hand, Suzie heard a sound at the entrance to the room. She couldn't let herself be caught naked, not again! Suzie didn't think she'd be able to get her towel on, so she went for the next best cover, one of the drapes. Suzie just barely made it beneath one as she heard two people laughing as they walked in. Suzie held her breath as carefully as she could. She moved as little as she could. She had only been able to get in at the last second, so she was uncomfortably pressed front side towards the window. Behind her she could hear the two people, what sounded to be a man and a woman, walk in and sit on the couches nearby. She tried moving just a little but noticed that it moved the curtain just too much for her to feel safe. She couldn't believe that in so little time she was suddenly again naked, and with people only a thin layer of fabric away. Suzie hoped that the curtain was thick enough so not to show off her silhouette. Suzie looked out the window she was up against and saw it was indeed a lot brighter now than earlier since the clouds had disappeared. Suzie also noticed the predicament that she was in. The window she was against was large and went as low as just a couple inches above her knees. This left her whole body on view to the outside world! Suzie tried to avert her eyes. She told herself she didn't want to know if anyone was looking at her, she wouldn't be able to do anything about it anyways. Yet her curiosity got the best of her and she looked out her window to the outside world. She could barely see ground, so she didn't worry too much about anyone down there. Yet as she looked up, she saw many windows and balconies. She stopped her wandering eyes as soon as she saw two girls on their balcony. The balcony was directly across from Suzie, but the girls thankfully were looking away. The two were probably about her age, and they seemed to be having a smoke break. Suzie quickly glanced around and was happy to see they were the only ones out on the balconies. Suzie wasn't about to calm down much knowing that the two girls could easily catch her. Suzie tried to slowly move away from the window, to at least turn around, but she didn't have much room. The slightest movement seemed to move the curtains, and she didn't want to alert the others in the room. It took all her strength to not move from the spot. She felt so exposed with her body pressed against the glass. She knew it would probably look like she was doing this on purpose too! Suzie saw no other options besides that though. If the girls in the other building saw her, they at least couldn't do anything about it. When one of the girls turned their attention in Suzie's direction, it didn't surprise Suzie when her eyes went wide. Suzie was also not surprised when the woman started to point Suzie out to her friend. Soon both pairs of eyes were locked on Suzie's exposed body. Suzie wanted to keep still as much as she could. She didn't want to keep exposing her body, but she knew the alternative would only lead to more people seeing her naked. However, she couldn't resist turning her head away to avoid eye contact. At least the girls across from her wouldn't be able to recognize her. Suzie wasn't about to be spared though. Suddenly she heard the couple on the couch not far away speak up. "Hey, what are these I've found?" she heard the guy exclaim. "Oh put those down, you don't know where they've been!" The girl said, giggling. "That's the interesting part though, who do you think left them? What's the story behind them?" He asked. "Some girls are like that I guess, maybe she was with her man and just couldn't wait?" The girl reasoned. Suzie was starting to worry what they might have been talking about. "Giving you any ideas maybe?" the guy joked. "Unlike some girls, I'm not that desperate, I can wait," the girl said seductively. Suzie then heard what sounded like the two kissing. Suzie couldn't believe she was stuck naked in front of the window while the couple made out on the couch. She wanted to tell them to get a room, but she wasn't about to reveal her presence or her body to them. Suzie got lucky though when she heard the two get up. "Let's get back to our room," the girl said. Suzie heard the footsteps of them leaving. After a few moments of silence, Suzie was more than ready to get back to her 'clothing.' Suzie had gotten two steps out of the curtain when she heard the sounds of children running and laughing. Suzie quickly retreated behind the curtain before she could be caught. This time though she faced away from the window. It meant having her bottom on show, but it was better than her front! "Haha, can't catch me!" said one of the children, a boy by the sounds of it. "Slow down!" said the even younger girl that was with him. Suzie figured they had to be siblings probably. This went on for a few minutes. The two kids seemed to have decided to make the lounge room their play area. Suzie could just feel the two girls on the balcony staring at her butt cheeks pressed against the glass, but like before she was stuck. Suzie then heard the sound of metal rattling nearby. Suzie wasn't sure what it was until she heard the little girls say, "let's let the sun in!" The little girl was at the chain that opens the curtain! The girl gave the metal chain loop a tug and the curtain began to slide open. It seemed in just mere moments it would reveal Suzie to these little kids! Suddenly the curtain stopped though, and even began to move the other way. Suzie was saved!"Stop that, I want it dark! How else am I supposed to be the monster?" The little boy said. That monster just saved her from the embarrassment of being caught naked by those little kids. Suzie's heart jumped again though when suddenly the curtain began to move again! "I want to see the sun!" the little girl shouted as she again started to pull at her half of the chain. Neither child quit. The curtain kept moving back and forth. Every time it seemed to get really close to Suzie, but then it would retract away. Suzie held her breath, not sure what to do. She tried side stepping away from the side where the curtain was opening, but she didn't have much room left. The curtain was also having a different effect on Suzie. The rough material as it glided back and forth was also rubbing against her nipples. Suzie's nipples were already partially extended from the cold of the window earlier, and this friction only added more stimulation. Suzie could hardly believe that in the middle of this whole situation she was actually being turned on! Suzie was now not only hoping to stay hidden, but to also keep herself from moaning out loud. She was also hoping the 'monster' would keep his den dark! The brother was losing his battle for control over the curtain. The little girl gave one tough yank on the chain and the curtain flew nearly open. Suzie was probably just a few mere inches from being discovered, but someone had come to her rescue. "Hey you two, we're leaving, get going or we'll leave you hear," Suzie heard a woman say, most like the children's' mother. The children groaned, but Suzie heard them walk away. Suzie was again alone! Suzie didn't have to move far to get out of her hiding spot. She was happy to see no one around, and was even happier to hear no one coming. Suzie yelped though when she looked to her side. She was still standing in front of the window, and the two girls from the other building were still watching. Suzie quickly shut the curtain and sighed in relief. She could finally end this. Suzie scampered to where she had left her things. Suzie found where she had thrown the towel, but her panties weren't where she dropped them. Suzie held the towel up to her body while she tried to find her panties. They were nowhere to be seen. It then struck her that her worst fears were realized. The thing that had caught the couple's attention earlier must have been her panties after all. Suzie wondered if the guy had taken them with him or something. Suzie was now left with none of her clothing. All she had was the small towel. Suzie tried to warp the towel around herself and hide everything, but she knew it was useless. If she had the top of the towel fastened right at her nipples, it left her butt half exposed and even some of her pussy. If she lowered it at all though, it would mean she'd be showing off her breast. Suzie settled for having the towel higher up to hide her breast, one hand to hold the towel up, and one hand between her legs. She knew her butt was sticking out from the bottom of the towel, but there was no way to cover it, and she wasn't going to risk dropping the towel. Suzie slowly approached the hallway. She knew it wouldn't take long to get to her room, but she was naked and didn't want to take any chances. She had only a small towel, and nothing else. She waited till she was sure the coast was clear, and quickly ran down the hall. "18, 17, 16..." Suzie mentally said as she ran down the hall reading all the door numbers. She was getting closer and closer. Suzie slowed down her run though as she suddenly realized something awful. She hadn't noticed right away, but the numbers all started with a '7'. As she got to 708 she realized that she made a mistake somewhere. Her room number was 808! Suzie tried to think of how that could be. She remembered hitting the button for the 8th floor before. It had to have been that the floor the elevator stopped on when she got off was the wrong floor. The person who was out the doors when she rushed out probably had summoned it. Suzie suddenly felt even more naked. She wasn't even on the right floor! She thought she was in the home stretch. Suzie clutched her towel, worried about what this meant. She would have to make it a whole other floor. She quickly took off down the hall, not wanting to spend any more time like this. Suzie was frustrated to see that the stairs were still out of order at the end of the hall. This meant another elevator ride, but this time without her panties! Suzie took a breath and hit the 'up' button. Suzie immediately ran to the side so she wouldn't be seen by anyone who might be in it. Suzie wasn't sure yet if she could stand getting onto the elevator the way she looked if anyone was there, but she tried to convince herself it was only for a single floor, only a moment. Suzie couldn't stand the idea though. They'd see she had nothing on under the towel, her butt would be on show, and knowing her luck she'd somehow end up dropping the towel again. She couldn't stand the idea of being caught naked again. Before the elevator could even get there, Suzie quickly ran towards the stair doors. Suzie didn't know what was going on in the stair well, but she would rather take her chances in there! Suzie swung the door open and got inside before anyone could walk out of the elevator and see her. She made sure to ease the door shut once she heard the sounds of people above her. She looked around, and besides a few tools lying about and things, everything looked normal. Suzie slowly walked up the steps. She hoped the people above weren't near her floor's door. Suzie felt relieved when she made it halfway up and saw no one by the door. Halfway up the last set of stairs, Suzie was feeling like she would make it. The sounds of people weren't far, so Suzie took her time to walk slowly. Suzie got to the top step of her floor, and looked around, up the corner, to make sure no one could see the door. Suzie did see someone at the top of that set, so she quickly backed away against the wall behind her. It had been close, but it didn't sound like she was caught. She took a deep but quiet breath, trying to calm her heart rate. She wasn't only afraid of being caught undressed now, but also to be caught trespassing. Suzie heard the man at the top of the next stair set start to walk higher up. This would be Suzie's chance! Suzie began to head towards the door to her floor when something suddenly held her in place. With a few tugs Suzie realized somehow her towel was stuck to the flat wall. Suzie tried to pull at the towel, but it wouldn't budge. Eventually Suzie pulled too hard and lost her grip. Suzie went forward, but her towel stuck to the wall. Suzie was surprised to be naked, but even more surprised to see her towel glued to the stairwell wall. Suzie got up close to it and tried to pull. She then noticed that where her towel was, was right where there seemed to some newly applied paint. The workers must have just painted the wall with some arrows. Suzie's timing and luck couldn't be worse. The paint must dry quickly, and she backed against it just before it was done. Now Suzie's towel was stuck to the wall. Suzie didn't want to stand there tugging at it all day, and she didn't want to tear the towel either. She had to escape now, towel or no towel. Suzie made sure the coast was clear and quickly opened the door to her floor. She just needed streak to her room, and she wasn't going to wait around. Without looking she flew into the hallway and took off down past the doors. She tried to ignore the fact she was completely naked. "801, 802, 803..." she mumbled as s he went be each door. She had an arm across her breast, and a hand between her legs. She didn't even look around to see if anyone was around, she was too dead set on her goal. Finally, after so long, Suzie got to her door. She would finally be inside and find some cover. Suzie uncovered her breast so she could grab the door handle, and pulled it to let herself in. Yet nothing happened. The door wouldn't open. Suzie tried a second time, but still nothing. That's when she remembered. Her only goal wasn't to get to her room, but also unlock it. Suzie patted her hips as if to check her pockets. Then it finally dawned on her. Suzie had forgotten her key somewhere! Part 4 Suzie fell to her knees. She couldn't believe what she'd done. She couldn't believe that she somehow could forget the most important thing, one of the whole reasons she ended up exposed to so many people. Suzie looked around herself; hopeful that maybe she just dropped it. Yet the hallway floor was bare, as bare as her body. Suzie tried to think back. Tried to think when she last saw her key. She remembered getting it from the desk. She remembered she had it when she ran into the pool room. She couldn't remember having it any point after that. Suzie figured the key had to be somewhere there. Suzie knew what this meant though, and she didn't like it. She'd have to sneak all the way down to the pool, and this time she didn't have anything to wear! Completely naked, and with no other options, Suzie got up and looked around for people for the first time in awhile. She was luckily alone, but she wondered how long her luck could really hold out for. Suzie quickly jogged back to the elevator and stairs. Suzie had to get down there somehow. Suzie hoped that the stairs would be empty, but after cracking the door them open a little, she could hear some voices. "How'd a towel end up stuck to the wall Frank?" one of them asked. "Don't know Jimmy, probably some brat playing pranks on us," the other man said as he looked behind him. He could see Suzie peeking through the door way. "Sorry ma'am, the stairs are closed for now." Suzie quickly closed the door. Luckily the man could only see her head, but she wouldn't be able to take that route. Suzie eyed up the elevator doors. Could she really do it? Without letting herself stop, Suzie pushed the down button for the elevator. Suzie knew it was risky, but she had no options. She'd have to just bare her body to a few people to get this over with as quickly as possible. Waiting would only lead to more people seeing her she figured. Suzie was more than relieved when the doors opened and no one was waiting inside. Suzie stepped in and quickly pressed the ground floor button. She didn't want anyone riding down with her, so she figured she shouldn't hesitate. Every floor Suzie held her breath, as the elevator descended. Again she kept an arm over her breast and a hand between her legs. She didn't want show any more than she had to. The closer she got the lobby, the more her heart race. She knew in mere moments she could end up arriving naked in what could be a busy hotel lobby. All around her on the mirror like walls she could see her naked body. With a 'ding', the elevator ended up on the ground floor. Suzie wasn't able to keep her eyes open as the doors slid open. After a moment of silence Suzie opened one eye to look around. There was no one waiting around by the elevators. Suzie couldn't believe her luck and quickly got out of the elevator. She could see into part of the lobby and saw that no one was waiting around. She could faintly hear what sounded like someone at the front desk. Suzie quietly took steps towards the hallway. She knew once she rounded the corner, whatever guest was at the counter could probably just turn their head and see her scampering down the hall, completely naked. Suzie stopped herself from running once she got to the hall. She wanted nothing more than to make it into the pool room, but she didn't want to create a scene. She kept a fast pace, but she wished she could go faster. Looking behind her, she could tell she hadn't been noticed yet. Suzie was also glad to see the pool room was empty at that time. Suzie was again surprised by her good luck when she finally got to the pool door. She had made it to the pool without being caught! Suzie didn't slow down though, and quickly began searching for her key. Suzie searched all around for her key. She didn't see it in the pool, and it didn't look like she dropped it nearby. She didn't have it in the changing room either. Suzie was worried she'd have to go back to the front counter. She could picture herself standing naked at the lobby counter, explaining why she was naked in their hotel, guests everywhere watching her. Yet out of the corner of her eye Suzie noticed something. Sitting on one of the tables nearby was a key card! Suzie rushed to it and picked it up. She couldn't tell if it was hers, but maybe the cleaner earlier found it on the ground and put it there. Suzie didn't have long to celebrate. Before she could make her trip back, she saw a man walking down the hall. He hadn't noticed her yet, but Suzie knew she didn't have much time to hide. Suzie didn't know where to go though. The changing room was on the other end, and jumping into the pool wouldn't help her with how clear the water was. With only a moment more to think, Suzie decided she had to jump in the nearby hot tub. Suzie was probably only a moment away from being discovered, but she somehow made it. The man entered and didn't give Suzie more than a glance. Suzie was glad she hadn't been seen, but now she had to wait for him to leave. She wasn't about to just walk out naked past him if she didn't have to, she at least was hidden beneath the hot tub bubbles. She also had her back to him, so he had little chance of seeing anything. Suzie looked behind her and watched the man do some laps in the pool. She was worried this guy might take as long as the one from before. Suzie also began to try and plan her way back. She thought about maybe finding a new towel to cover with, and began looking for one around the room. Suzie was happy to see a small pile off in the far corner of the room. She started to think she'd be able to make it. Suzie was hopeful when she saw him get out of the pool after only a few minutes. Suzie was about to sneak out of the hot tub to get a towel as the guy left, but the man suddenly turned around and started to head towards Suzie! "So, what brings you to this part of the country?" The man asked as he sat on a lounge chair nearby the hot tub. Suzie had just turned around and was about to get out of the hot tub. She quickly sank back in and rested her arms outside the tub so she could look semi-natural and keep the rest of her body in the water. "Oh umm... well... just on vacation," Suzie said. Suzie then noticed a funny feeling between her legs. When she ducked back into the hot tub, she had sat in front of one the tub's jets. Suzie wanted to move, but didn't want to risk raising suspicion. If she squirmed too much, the man might notice. She knew with him so close she had a fairly large amount of risk of being seen. "From California myself. Here on some business. Seen much of the sites?" The man asked. Suzie tried to stay still, but the feel of the jets was something new and different to her. She could feel a warmth building in her. The incident earlier with the curtain didn't help either. The man continued to make small talk with Suzie. Suzie was having a hard time keeping up though. The jet's effect on her was making it hard to concentrate. Suzie was embarrassed just knowing what was going on, that she was becoming so aroused while this man talked to her. She couldn't help it though, every time she tried to move away from the jet, she would stop herself thinking that he might notice her nudity. Suzie could tell she was approaching an orgasm too. She wanted to stop it, but she didn't know how. Her arousal was clouding her judgment, so she continued to just talk to the man. "You should really check out the national park right on the edge of town. It's real nice this time of year," the man suggested. "Ohh- Oook..." Suzie muttered. She blushed knowing that half her answer was a moan. Luckily the man didn't seem to notice at all. Suzie knew she couldn't open her mouth anymore, she couldn't hope to keep from moaning out loud. She tried her best to nod her head to respond to the man's answers, but soon she was at the very edge of orgasm. "Well, I better get going. Have to get some papers together before a meeting tomorrow. Bye," the man said as he got up and began to walk away. Suzie was able to squeak out a breathless "Bye," before being sent over the edge. It took all her willpower to not cry out. The tub's jet had proven to be too much for poor Suzie. She was pushed into a powerful orgasm, and if it had not been for fear of being discovered, she probably would have made quite a bit of noise. "Oh, the name's John, yours?" The man asked as he turned around. Suzie for a few moments didn't even know how to answer the question, she couldn't even remember her name. She eventually managed to say "Suzie," and that was enough for the man to say his goodbye again, and he was gone. Suzie felt incredibly lucky that somehow the man stayed completely unaware that a naked girl was brought to orgasm right in front of him. Suzie wasn't about to complain of course. When she got her strength back, Suzie pulled herself out of the hot tub. She was finally thinking straight, and knew she had to get to the towel. Suzie made a quick dash across the room to the piled up towels. Suzie was even able to use her common sense and grab two towels. She wrapped one around her chest and one around her waist. She was in too much of a panic before to think of that With key card in hand, and towels securely in place, Suzie was ready to finally make it to her room. In no time Suzie walked into her room, she was astounded. She hadn't been exposed to a single person on the way up. She got a few weird looks, but her towels had stayed in place. Suzie walked to her bed, let her towels fall to the floor, and just laid back on top of the covers. She stared up at the ceiling, smiling, feeling good that it was finally over. "Room service!" came a voice from the door."The door was open and I..." the man started to say before stopping mid sentence. Suzie looked up and was shocked to see a man standing with a tray in hand, staring back at her. He also seemed equally shocked. Suzie was spread out completely naked on the bed, and he couldn't take his eyes away. For a few moments neither said anything. Suzie didn't even get a chance to cover up; the room service man had apologized and left before she could move her hands. It was just Suzie's luck that room service would show up at that very moment. On the bright side, she was right on time for her food at least, and she was pretty hungry. The End

Beth and Rich Vacation in Hawaii byBluepen451© There were no other cars parked in the tiny turn out along the main highway east of Kapaa. Rich dived off the road, bringing the rental car to a quick halt in the red Hawaiian dirt, barely leaving room for another car.  "Not much room here Beth," he said as he shut the engine off. "Are you sure this is the right place?"  "I'm pretty sure," Beth responded. "It matches the description the waitress gave us last night—small parking area on the right side of the road a couple of miles out of town . . . See, just ahead. There's the sign with the mileage to Princeville. It's just like she said."  "Hmmm. You're right. Mileage on the sign is what she said it would be too. This must it."  "Do you see a trail down to the beach? The brush looks pretty thick."  "She said it was at the far end of the parking space. Lets go look." Before Rich could release his seatbelt, Beth had hopped out of the car and begun to walk the few yards to the end of the turnout.  Rich got out to follow her, but he paused, leaning on the open car door, as he enjoyed his view of his wife's mass of dark red hair, her broad shoulders, narrow waist, and best of all, her round ass and long, muscled legs. She was wearing a T-shirt and Bermuda shorts, but Rich was well aware of the treasures her conservative dress discretely covered. He felt his cock stir beneath his own shorts as he watched her walk away.  Rich and Beth were on Kauai for a ten-day vacation, a badly needed break from his stressful legal job in Palo Alto. Both his and her parents had joined them. It was good to see their parents. They hadn't seen them in the two years since he and Beth had moved from Cleveland, where they had grown up. But after five days they were realizing that sharing a rented vacation house with the both sets of parents had a drawback.  The problem was that Rich and Beth had made some pretty significant changes in their lifestyle since their move to Palo Alto, changes that had to be curtailed while living in the same space with their parents. The young couple had been raised in accordance with very strict Christian standards, especially respecting sex. In the their youth sex was a topic that was not discussed, and if their parents ever had sex, beyond what was required to conceive them, there was certainly no evidence of it. Clothing was always chosen as conservatively as possible, and the idea of nudity around the home was beyond anyone's wildest imagination. The only real mention of sex they ever heard were the hell fire and brimstone sermons delivered regularly at the Baptist church where Rich and Beth had met. Preacher McCoy made it clear that sex was a one-time deal, solely for the purpose of procreation. Recreational sex was a mortal sin.  Shortly after Rich and Beth set up their new home in Palo Alto, they made some radical changes from the sexual standards they had been raised with. Beth was the original instigator of the changes. Rich was totally shocked at first, but a bottle of wine had quickly gotten him to see the advantages of Beth's new standards, and after that first evening, he had joined in enthusiastically. Now they routinely walked naked around their home, had sex almost daily, in every room in the house, and in a wide variety of positions. They enjoyed porn and sex toys. Eroticism had become a very important part of their life.  All of that had been curtailed for the last five days as they conformed to the standards they had been raised with. Rich was so horny he could barely stand it, and Beth was equally bad off. They occasionally copped a discrete feel, but they were sure that the noise they would make screwing would immediately be heard all over the house. Hence, no sex.  But today both sets of parents had announced that they wanted to stay home. They were tired from five days of touring the island and they encouraged Beth and Rich to take one of the rental cars and go off on their own. So after an hour or so of driving, they were ready to hike down to a small secluded beach that a waitress had assured them would likely be deserted on a weekday morning.  "I found the trail," he heard Beth call out. "It's right where she said it would be, at the end of the turnout." Rich was leaning against the hood of the car now, watching Beth's ample boobs bounce and swing under her T-shirt as she walked rapidly toward him. The swimsuit she wore beneath her T wasn't doing much of a job as a brassiere, he thought with delight. She strode up to him and threw her arms around his neck while she pushed her hips forward into his. "Lets go down on the empty beach and screw," she whispered in his ear.  "My but aren't you a horny wench this morning," he responded. He brought his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts through her T-shirt. She responded by sliding her hips back and forth against his. Rich could feel his dick fast approaching full erection status as she moved back and forth.  "Someone else feels pretty horny to me," she said, referring to the boner beneath his pants which she could feel as she rubbed her hips against his. "Besides, what did you expect? The last five days is the longest we have gone without sex since I finally convinced you we didn't have to live by Preacher McCoy's standards."  "Hmm. Yes," he said as he massaged her tits. "I still get hot thinking about how you seduced me that afternoon after I found you sleeping naked on top of our bed." Just then they heard a car approaching on the highway. Rich pulled his hands down from her tits and started to push Beth back, but she kept her arms locked around his neck and her loins pressed against his.  "Beth, they'll see us," Rich said.  "Yes!" she hissed. "It makes my pussy tingle just thinking about it." She resumed rubbing her hips against his.  "You're such an exhibitionist!"  "I know," she said with a laugh, finally pushing away from him as another car approached. "I can't wait to get naked down on the beach with you. Come on. Lets get our knapsack and go. I think I'll just leave these clothes here and wear my bikini down to the beach." She pulled off her T-shirt and shorts leaving her clad only in a very skimpy string bikini and a pair of running shoes needed for the trail down to the beach. "You should do the same."  Rich retrieved a small knapsack containing beach towels, sunscreen, water, snacks, and a few other things. Then he followed Beth's lead by stripping off the T-shirt and cargo shorts he was wearing. As he undressed Beth turned her back to him and leaned over, her feet wide apart and her legs straight in what one could have believed was a stretch prior to heading out, but was in reality simply Beth showing off her beautiful ass to Rich. She was looking back at him through her legs just to watch his reaction to her antics. As he looked, she reached back with one hand and pushed her swimsuit to the side, exposing her pussy to him. She heard him suck in his breath. She just loved exposing herself to him.  "Oh good," she said. "You wore the Speedo suit . . . But it seems to have a problem."  Rich looked down at his skimpy swimsuit and realized that the head of his now fully engorged cock was protruding from the top of the suit. He quickly adjusted the suit so his prick was fully covered, telling Beth that the problem was all her fault.  Beth stood and turned back to face him as she laughed. Finally she said, "Good! But, by the way," she continued. "I don't think tucking that log of yours back in the suit is really hiding anything."  Rich looked down and saw that she was right. His erection was almost as fully exposed as if he had simply shed the suit completely. "Hmm," he said. "Do you want me to put my shorts back on?"  She looked at him for a long moment, sucking seductively on a finger, and finally said, "No I think I like it the way it is."  "I thought so. Lets go," he said with a chuckle, picking up the knap sack.  As he walked away, she said, "You know you have a cute ass in that Speedo." Then she followed him into the brush-lined trail.  For the first quarter mile Beth remained behind Rich thoroughly enjoying her view of his muscular legs and his hard ass. The speedo failed to cover a good deal of his ass cheeks, and Beth was fantasizing about how she wanted to grip those muscular cheeks while Rich pounded her pussy with that big cock she had seen so poorly concealed by the front of the bathing suit.  About half way to the beach they changed positions. Now Rich was following Beth and, as Beth had done, lusting over his spouse's poorly concealed ass. Actually her bikini bottom covered much less than Rich's Speedo did. It wasn't quite a thong, but it might as well have been one. Rich was finding something inexplicably kinky about watching Beth dressed in a next to nothing bikini and a pair of running shoes. I wonder if I have a mild foot fetish he thought as they strolled down the trail.  By the time they got to the beach they were both shiny with sweat from the heat. Rich's erection had abated when he was leading but was pretty much fully recovered after half a mile of walking behind Beth. He was so horny he was ready to throw her to the ground and fuck her right then, but she insisted they take a dip in the ocean first.  The beach was as predicted, a small one, maybe fifty yards wide, flanked on each side by high rocky cliffs that ran out into the ocean, one of which provided a bit of protection from the prevailing direction of the surf. Rich picked a spot in the center of the beach and began to spread out beach towels. When he looked up he saw that Beth had shed her bikini, tossing the skimpy suit well above the surf line, and was wading naked into the warm swells. Not to be outdone, he slipped off his Speedo and ran, his semi erect dick swinging wildly, down the beach and into the surf. When he reached Beth he tackled her, driving her into an oncoming wave that buried both of them.  When they got to their feet they embraced and stood in the surf kissing passionately, until another wave knocked them over and sent them tumbling under it. Having now learned their lesson twice, they dove under the next wave and swam far enough out so they could just tread water and bob in the warm waves. They embraced for several long kisses with their legs wrapped around each other, holding their breath as they sunk beneath the waves, with Rich's erect dick pressed firmly against Beth's belly.  Eventually, Beth said, "Lets go back to the beach. Sex and swimming don't mix very well."  "I knew you were too horny to stay out here for very long." He began stroking toward the Beach with Beth swimming alongside of him. At the surf line they tried to catch a wave and body surf in, but they both were pretty much pounded by the wave, winding up on their hands and knees fighting its remnants as it surged back down the beach.  From there they walked naked up the beach, holding hands with the water streaming off them until they reached the beach towels. They flopped down on the towels and lay on their backs letting the warm sun slowly bake them dry.  "My God the sun feels good," Rich said.  "Yes," responded Beth. "Especially cause we're naked. It feels so good to have my whole body exposed to the sun and God and everybody."  "What everybody?" Rich asked, looking around. "We have this little beach to ourselves."  "Oh I just meant that as a figure of speech." . . . "But, you know what? I think I would kind of like it if someone else was here and they were naked too and we could look at them while they looked at us."  "Really?" Rich said. "What if they were fat and ugly?"  "Silly boy. There is never any fat and ugly in my fantasies. Everyone is as beautiful as we are." As she spoke she rolled to her side, pushing aside the long red hair that fell in front of her face. Rich also rolled toward her so that they were now facing each other.  He reached out and began to softly fondle one of her breasts. "What were you thinking about when we were walking down the trail to get here?" He asked.  "I was thinking about how much I wanted to get down here and suck your cock."  "You mean you wanted to suck my cock right here on this beach in front of God and everybody?" he said, feigning shock.  "Yes, that's exactly what I mean. I especially hoped there would be an 'everybody' here who would watch us as I sucked you until you were ready to cum and then finished you with a hand job so you could cum all over my tits."  "You mean these tits?" he said as he softly pinched both of her now fully erect nipples.  Beth gasped quietly and then said, "Exactly!" She rolled to her back and he crouched above her and began to work on her breasts with his mouth. First he slowly licked a circle around a breast until his tongue reached her swollen nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and began to suckle on it. Then he repeated the assault on the other breast.  Beth lay back and closed her eyes. "Oh that feels so good," she moaned and then she cried out softly but sharply as he used his fingers to pinch her other nipple. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I've been wanting that for days." As she spoke she pulled her knees up and spread them apart, giving her hands access to her sex. She soon had two fingers in her cunt, while the other hand spread her lips and stroked just up to her clit. She was being careful not to hit her clit, as she didn't want to climax immediately. She was enjoying the buildup too much.  Rich pulled himself back from Beth's chest and sat cross-legged watching her masturbate. His cock stuck straight up in front of his flat belly. He was slowly stroking it as he watched Beth.  "God, I love watching you masturbate," he said as he slowly smeared a drop of pre-cum over the head of his prick. "But tell me," he asked. "Would you really want to have sex with me if there was someone else on this beach?"  "Oh I don't know," she said with a giggle. "I fantasize about it, but it's something you wouldn't really know until you got there. It always seems like it would be really hot to have someone watching us." She was using one hand to fondle her tits and tug on her nipples now while the other hand alternated been finger fucking her pussy and stroking her lips.  "What about you?" she asked. "Would you do it? Would you fuck me while someone else watched."  "Sure if you wanted me too and if was a turn on for you."  She sat silently masturbating as she watched him stroking his rock hard prick for half a minute, almost as though she had forgotten the thread of their conversation. "But would it be a turn on for you?" she asked.  "It's always a turn on for me when we fuck."  Beth smiled. "I know that you horndog. But that's not what I meant. What I meant is whether having someone else watching us would be an extra turn on for you, more than just the usual?"  "Well would this couple be naked and doing something like we were doing? I think that would be a turn on."  "They might be. Or maybe they would be fully dressed but still really focused on what we were doing."  "You mean maybe rubbing each other through their clothes because we were turning them on?" he asked.  "Yes, like a couple watching porn, maybe in an airport on a tablet where they can't let anyone else realize what they are doing. Like maybe we were the actors in the porn they are watching, but we can see them."  "That's quite a fantasy, he said. Do . . ."  "Oh fuck, I'm so horny," she said, interrupting him. "The hell with the fantasy. I want you to eat me right now. Make me cum with your tongue, and then I want you to use that big hard dick to fuck me until I cum again. Will you do that Rich? Please. Oh fuck, I need you to make me cum! Please, please, please. Please eat me, or fuck me, or something. Right now. It's been almost a week and I really need it. Right now!"  Rich quickly crawled around so he was lying between Beth's legs with his face in her pussy. One thing he had learned since they moved to Palo Alto was that he loved eating her pussy. It was a fantastic turn on for him. He slid two and then three fingers of his right hand into her while he began to lick her inner pussy lips with his tongue. His left hand was mauling one of her beautiful tits.  "Oh, yes! That's good! But lick my clit. You have to lick my clit. And don't back off. Just start liking my clit and keep it up until I cum. Don't tease me. Just make me cum!"  Rich began pumping his fingers in and out of her cunt like he was fucking her with a small dick and moved his head up just a little so his tongue could focus on her rock hard clit. He swirled his tongue around it. He licked it. He sucked on it.  "Oh God that's it. Ohh ohh so good. Keep it up don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. Oh, oooooooooooooooh Fuck. Ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed as a climax tore through her body, her cunt clamping down on his fingers.  Rich kept licking her until she pushed him away, too sensitive to take any more direct contact with her clit. He got to his knees, crawling forward and leaning on his arms with his dick poised at the mouth of her sex. Then he dropped his hips and forced his way into her still spasming cunt.  Once his dick was fully inserted he just lay down on her, most of his weight resting on his elbows, and remained still. He didn't stroke or twitch. He just kept her pussy filled with his hard cock.  That's why we haven't had any sex since we got to Hawaii," he said.  "What?" she asked in a sort of dreamy, lost tone of voice.  "Because you make so much noise when you cum. Our parents would come running to see if someone was hurt."  "Oh," she giggled. "You're right, and we couldn't have them walk in on us and find us naked with me on my back with my legs spread, and you with your face buried in my pussy, while I hold your head there with both hands."  "That's quite a lurid picture you're painting."  "No, that wouldn't do at all," she continued. "But I can't help it. I'm just loud when I fuck."  "I know," he said "and I love it."  "Good."  Beth squeezed the muscles of her now somewhat relaxed cunt on Rich's cock. She reached down with her hands and grabbed the hard muscles of his ass pulling him deeper into her, just as she had fantasized about on their walk down to the beach.  "Hmmm," Rick said as his rock hard dick twitched in response.  "Oh yes!" she said. "That feels good. So full. I haven't felt that since we left California a week ago. Oh yes I do love your cock."  Then Rich began to stroke his cock in and out of her cunt holding himself up on his elbows above her and establishing a slow, steady rhythm. Beth wasn't saying anything comprehensible. Just groaning and crying as she responded to his fucking by thrusting her hips up to meet his strokes.  After a couple of minutes Rich spoke up. I can't last long. I haven't cum in a week and I just can't hold back for very long."  "Okay," she said. "I just want to cum once more. Once more with your cock buried in me. And then I want you to squirt that load on my chest."  Rich moved his weight to his hands and arched his back. Then he just held still, his cock fully buried in her cunt. She reached between them and began to stroke her clit. "I don't want you to cum, so just hold your cock as far in me as you can get until I get myself off again."  As soon as her fingers reached her clit she began to cry and whine. It didn't take her long before she exploded into another noisy orgasm, this one perhaps even stronger than her first.  It took Beth a moment to come down from her climax. Rich held his cock in her, doing multiplication tables to keep from cumming.  "Now!" she said, almost growling. "Pull that dirty, nasty cock of yours out of my pussy and squirt your hot cum on my chest. Give me the money shot you hot stud and just think about all the people who are watching us and masturbating as they watch."  That thought almost set him off, but he held back as he pulled out and rose to his knees. He leaned forward, his weight on his left arm, his right hand stroking and pointing his cock at her chest. It only took about three strokes on his slippery, girl cum covered cock before he felt the jism rising up from his balls. Then he let it go. The first spurt was a huge one that missed her chest and smeared itself across her face. Then three more big spurts that hit one or both of her tits. Finally, he just held his cock over her tits as a seemly never-ending stream of hot slippery cum dribbled on to her tits. When it finally quit, he sat back on his heels panting, as he watched Beth scrape the cum off her face and into her mouth and then smear the cum around on her chest.  They both lay on the beach for a while, the cum drying on Beth's chest. When their pulse had dropped to something near a resting rate and their breathing slowed to normal, they rose and waded back into the ocean to clean up. They swam out beyond the breakers teasing each other as they bobbed in the swells for a good ten minutes or more, before swimming back to shore.  As they waded back out of the surf, they saw that another couple had arrived and shed their clothing on beach towels they had spread a few yards from those on which Rich and Beth had been fucking only minutes ago. They were walking naked towards the surf that Rich and Beth had just emerged from.  The new couple on the beach differed sharply from Rich and Beth in appearance. They were both several inches shorter with darker complexions. Neither had the tan lines that Rich and Beth bore, suggesting that they spent a good deal more time basking naked in the sun. Both had dark black hair. The man's hair sported a bit of gray at the temples, and the woman's was a mass of tight black curls that cascaded down to her shoulders and stood out inches from her scalp. Unlike Beth, who kept her bush neatly trimmed, the woman's pubic hair was a springy mass of dark curls. Her breasts were large and soft, covering much of her chest, with large dark areolas and equally dark nipples. They swung from side to side as she walked.  As the couples approached each other, Rich was trying not to stare at the naked woman's softly swinging breasts and dark inviting bush. He was largely failing in the effort and he could feel his dick beginning to swell. Beth was focused on the couples' dark brown eyes, noticing that the man's eyes were boring straight at her bouncing breasts and nearly naked pussy. She couldn't help noticing that the man's dick was about half engorged and swinging between his thighs. He certainly has a big dick, she thought.  Finally as they came within a few feet of each other, the woman said, "Hello, how's the water?" Her voice was low with a significant accent, Spanish Beth thought. That would explain their darker complexions.  "Oh, it's just lovely," Beth said, trying and failing to pull her eyes away from the man's large swinging dick. "But watch the waves. They will flatten you if you aren't paying attention."  "Well, you may have the beach," he said. "We are going in for a swim. It's a warm walk down here from the road." The two couples were close enough that Beth could see both had a sheen of perspiration covering their naked bodies.  "Thank you," Rich said, barely able to take enough of his attention from the woman's naked body to allow him to make small talk.  The two couples passed and Rich found himself unable to resist looking back over his shoulder. The woman had a pear shaped ass that swung sexily back and forth as she walked. He quickly returned his head to the direction he was walking when he realized that the man was looking back at them, well probably at Beth's ass, he thought. But, my God, Rich thought, that woman has a beautiful ass. Then, as they took the last few steps to their towels, his mind wandered into a fantasy about what it would be like to be kneeling behind her holding her hips in his hands while he plunged his cock repeatedly into her steaming cunt.  When they reached the towels Rich and Beth flopped down side by side. They were silent as they watched the new couple wade naked into the surf and dive under the first wave that approached them.  "Penny for your thoughts?" Beth asked.  "What? Oh, nothing really."  "That's bullshit," Beth said with a laugh. "You were thinking about how sexy that naked woman you just met was."  "What, no, no. Not really."  "Then how come your dick is about halfway erect?"  Rich looked down at his cock and laughed. "Oh, good point. I guess you got me. She did have nice tits, but not as nice as yours. Oh, and I thought she had a pretty good ass too."  Beth laughed at him. "You're so predictable," she said.  Rich looked over at Beth's tits. "Hmm, your nipples look pretty firm. Must have been something you were enjoying looking at too."  Beth laughed and was a silent for a moment before she spoke up. "God, did you see how big his cock was?"  "Uhh. No. I must have been distracted by something."  "So do you think they heard us fucking while they were walking down?" Beth asked changing the subject.  "They should have been quite a ways away then."  "Maybe they were just back there in the brush listening and watching."  "Do you really think so?"  "I don't know."  "Does it turn you on to think so?"  "Yes!" Beth responded with a hiss.  "Good, but lets get some sun now. You can fantasize about that when I eat you tonight."  "How's that going to work? You know how much noise I make when you eat me. We'll never get away with that."  I'm going to gag you. And I'm going to tie you to the bed, and blindfold you too. You can imagine that the guy out there in the surf with the big dick is eating you and that he's going to fuck you with his big dick, but you won't be able to make a sound."  "Ummmm, I can't wait!"  Then they both lay back on their towels, closed their eyes and indulged themselves in their own private fantasies—his about fucking the woman doggy style and hers about being fucked by the man's big dick.  A few minutes later Beth reached over and stroked the inside of Rich's thigh, cupping his balls and softly massaging them when her hand reached the top of his thigh.  "Look, they are coming back."  Rich picked his head up and looked down the beach at the approaching couple.  "You're right. He does have a big dick. Maybe almost as big as mine."  "Maybe. I think maybe, even a little bigger."  "Wishful thinking dear. Have you been thinking about fucking that big dick?"  "Just a fantasy," she said. "Your dick is plenty big enough."  As the other couple lay down on their beach towels, Beth rolled to her side so she was facing them and Rich did the same, sliding down behind her so that they were spooning, his growing cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass.  "Umm, that feels good," she said softly.  Rich reached over Beth's side and began to massage her breast.  "How does this feel?" he asked.  "Umm," she said. "Also very nice. Can you see them?"  "No. My head is behind you." He pushed her hair aside and began to nibble on her neck. "What are they doing?"  "She is fondling his prick. God it's big. It's standing straight up."  "Are they going to fuck?"  "I can't tell, but she is going to at least get him off with the hand job she is giving him."  They were silent for a moment as Rich continued to nuzzle Beth's neck and massage her breast.  "Oh now she's on her knees and sucking on his dick."  "Are they paying attention to us?"  "Yes, she is staring right at me. She knows we are watching and she is enjoying it." "Fuck, that's hot. What about him?"  "He is laying back with his eyes closed enjoying her blow job."  As Beth continued to describe the other couple's lustful activities, Rich repositioned himself just enough so that his now fully engorged prick was pushing at the entrance to Beth's pussy.  "Umm, that feels good." She lifted her upper leg and dug a heel into the sand. Now the woman could see Rich's cock pressing at the entrance to Beth's pussy. "They're both watching us now. I think they want to see us fuck."  "What do you want?" Rich asked.  "I want you to fuck me," she responded.  "While they watch?" he asked.  "Yes!" she said with a low growl of urgency. "Put it in me."  Rich flexed his hips forward and felt his cock slide into Beth's hot wet pussy.  "Are they watching?"  "Yes," Beth said, her breath beginning to come in pants. "Oh, God your cock feels good. Push it in further!"  As Rich accommodated her request by pushing his hips further forward and sinking his cock all the way into Beth, the woman and her companion shifted their positions. They rotated so the man's feet were facing Beth and the woman was sitting astride him in a reverse cowgirl. Beth couldn't see his head, but she could see his huge dick slowly inserting itself into his partner's cunt. The woman was sitting up, her eyes closed, as her pussy stretched to accommodate her companion's large dick. Once the huge cock was fully inserted, she opened her eyes and stared directly at Beth's eyes. She smiled and licked her lips and began to slowly ride the big cock, using her hands to massage her breasts and pull on her now fully engorged nipples.  "What are they doing?" Rich asked.  "She's riding his big cock and playing with her tits. And she's watching us. Fuck this is hot!"  "Can you see his cock fucking her pussy?" He was slowly stroking his cock in and out of Beth now. Not hard or fast; just a slow, steady fuck.  "Yes I can see it and she can see your cock in my pussy too."  "This is what you wanted, isn't it, Beth. Fucking on the beach, while another couple doing the same thing watched us."  "Yes, yes! It's what I wanted. Fuck me harder! Faster!"  Rich shifted his position again so he had more leverage and began to stroke his cock in and out of her with more speed and force. Beth was whimpering and crying as she always did when they fucked and he could hear the other woman doing the same. Okay, he thought. Beth was right. It's definitely a turn on to have a couple watching us as we fuck.  Both women reached down with a hand and began to stroke their clits, shamelessly watching each other as they rapidly approached their climax. Within a minute or less, Rich felt Beth stiffen, and her cunt clamped down on his prick as she climaxed with a loud scream. A moment later Rich heard the other woman scream in joy with her climax. He kept pumping his cock in and out of Beth. She was groaning in enjoyment. Not really approaching another climax but just enjoying the pounding his cock was giving her pussy.  The other woman collapsed sidewise off her partner onto the beach towel, leaving his very erect and still unfinished cock sticking straight up in the air. He sat up and watched Beth and Rich as he began to stroke his cock. His companion was laying on her back next to him, but she was spent. He was watching Beth and Rich continuing to fuck as he masturbated, his dark eyes boring straight into Beth's eyes. He's putting on a show for me, she thought.  The thought that the stranger was masturbating for Beth to watch caused her to suddenly begin to approach another orgasm.  "Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she said loudly. The man was stroking his hard dick with everything he had now and rapidly approaching an orgasm, and Beth could feel Rich's dick doing the same in her cunt. Both men came, groaning with the low guttural growl men use when they climax. She could feel Rich's cum spurt into her pussy, and she watched as a long stream of cum erupted from the man's cock and land on his chest.  The twin climax of her lover, Rich, and the stranger triggered another climax for Beth, her fourth for the day. "Oh! Shiiiiiit! Fuuuuuuck!" she screamed, surprised by the quick climax.  Now all four were satiated, laying back in post-coital bliss. Neither couple said anything to the other, both wrapping their arms around their lovers. After a few minutes Rich whispered, "I think we need to get back to Poipu, Beth. Our parents will be expecting us." She lifted her head and saw that the other couple had walked down the beach for another swim.  "Yes, I guess we better go back to being responsible children for our parents."  Rich chuckled. "Yes, we should. But this has been a great day off, hasn't it?"  They stood, still a little wobbly from their climaxes, put their swimsuits and shoes back on, packed their things into the knap sack, and began the walk back to the car.  When they reached their car they pulled their more conservative clothes on over their skimpy swimsuits. Rich slid in behind the wheel and Beth got in the other side of the car. Before she let him drive away she leaned over and kissed him passionately. When they pulled apart Rich asked, "Did you get enough sex today, dear?"  "No there is never enough, but it will have to do for awhile."  "Good. That's what I wanted to hear. Wait until I blindfold and gag you tonight."  "Ummm," she said as she reached across the car and stroked his cock through his clothing. "I can't wait."  Beth to continued tease Rich as they drove back to Poipu—sometimes stroking his cock through his trousers and at other times, when they weren't in heavy traffic sitting back in her seat with her feet on the dash board as she rubbed her pussy through the shorts she was wearing. From time to time Rich would take a hand off the steering wheel and reach over to cop a feel of her breasts or to stroke her thighs. Beth would let him get away with it for just a moment and then make him stop.  "Keep your hands on the wheel you pervert." Rich would dutifully put both hands back on the wheel, and then a mile further down the road, she would reach over and stroke his cock again.  "God it's fun to torture you," she finally admitted.  You're gonna get it," he responded.  "I can't wait."  "So fucking twice today wasn't enough for you?" he asked as they drove down the tunnel of trees that led into Poipu.  "Not today it wasn't," she admitted. "I swear, I'm hornier now than I was when we first started walking down to the beach."  Rich laughed. "You are insatiable woman . . . and that's one of the things I love about you."  "I don't think you were exactly cutout for celibacy yourself mister," she said, as she stroked his cock again.  "Celibacy. That's a gruesome thought," he said. "But tell me how did we ever get by before we moved to Palo Alto? We hardly fucked at all when we lived in Ohio, and what little fucking we did was pretty pathetic by our current standards."  "Well, I don't know about you, but I did more than a little masturbating then," she said. "But I felt so guilty about it."  Changing the subject, Rich reached down and lifted her hand from his crotch. "We'll be back at the house in five minutes. Gotta look presentable. Pretend we're back in Ohio."  Beth laughed as she withdrew her hand. "Okay, back to being the good little boy and girl our parents think we are." They spent the rest of the drive making up a story to tell their parents about a lovely and chaste picnic they had on a beach somewhere north of Kapaa.  As they rolled into the driveway Rich reached over and grabbed Beth's shoulder keeping her from hopping out of the car. "Just a minute dear. Before we go in we need a plan."  "A plan? A plan for what?"  "For how we are going to get to a shower as quickly as possible before our parents notice we reek of sex."  "Oh," Beth said, her eyes getting wide. She sniffed the air and smiled at him. "God we do, don't we. How are we going to do this?"  "We need a nap before dinner." He said.  "We do?"  "Yes. We walk in and tell them we took a long hike and were tired and need a short nap before we leave for dinner. Then we head for our bedroom and the shower as fast as we can. We can tell them the rest of the story we made up over dinner."  "But it didn't include a hike?"  "It does now."  Beth sniffed the air again. "Oh you're so right. Be sure to leave the windows down so this car airs out, just in case they want to take it to dinner."  Rich rolled down the windows, and they stepped out, carrying their backpack into the house and breezing through the living room and their parents' greetings as quickly as they could.  Once they got into the bedroom with the door closed behind them Beth threw her arms around Rich and kissed him for a long time. Then she pulled back and whispered, "Do you think it worked?"  "Yes. Within limits, they will believe what they want to believe."  They took an hour to shower, "nap," and dress and then reappeared in the living room just in time for dinner at a nearby beach restaurant. They managed to keep their story straight and, as far as Rich and Beth could tell, their parents bought it.  When dinner was over they told their parents to take the car, and that they would walk back to the house which was less than a mile away. As they stood in the parking lot watching their parents drive away Beth reached around behind Rich and begin to caress his butt. "Buy me a drink sailor?" she said.  "You mean one of those rum drinks with the cute little umbrellas?"  "Yes."  "Preacher McCoy wouldn't approve."  "There is almost nothing about our life style that Preacher McCoy would approve of, at least not in public. His private life style was a long ways from what he preached in public."  Rich laughed. "Okay lady," he said. "I'll buy you a Mai Tie." Now he had his hand on her ass as they began to walk back across the parking lot. "But here's the deal. While the bar maid brings the drinks, I want you to go to the ladies and take off your underwear and put them in that big purse of yours so you are naked under that oh so conservative dress you are wearing."  "Deal," she said as they walked into the restaurant and turned into the bar. They sat at a table, and after the waitress had taken their drink orders, Beth got up and headed for the ladies room. As soon as she was in a stall she pulled her loose fitting dress completely off and hung it on the hook on the back of the door. Then she striped off her panties, released her bra and shrugged it off, and dropped both in the big purse she carried. Now she was standing in the stall naked, but for the sandals she wore.  Instead of immediately pulling her dress back on Beth stood in the stall fondling her breasts and letting her mind wander back to their time on the beach earlier in the day. God that was so fucking hot, she thought. I never thought I would let a stranger watch me fucking, but I did and it was so hot! She started to stroke her pussy and then stopped. "No," she told herself, "I need to get back to Rich." She pulled her dress back on and walked out of the ladies room and across the barroom, savoring feeling of her tits swinging beneath her dress and the air on her naked, wet pussy.  A bartender spotted the swing of her tits beneath her loose fitting dress and stared lustfully at her. Instead of feeling embarrassed, Beth enjoyed his stare. Just before she reached their table she smiled and winked at the bartender. When she sat her back was to him, and she was focused on Rich.  "Did you do what I asked?" Rich said, withholding her drink on his side of the table.  "Yes," she said with a soft smile.  He pushed the drink across to her and she took along sip. "Does it feel good?"  "Fuck, yes." She just mouthed it rather than saying it aloud. The tables in the bar were close and there were other couples around them.  "What's that? I can't hear you," Rich said, knowing full well what she had said.  "I said, yes."  "Oh, I got that part, but I thought there was more."  "Well . . . maybe one other word." She smiled as she spoke.  "Oh what was that?"  "Can't say."  "Really. Why not?"  "It wasn't nice." As she spoke, she slipped off her sandal and began to slide her foot along his calf.  "Oh. I see." Now her foot was above his knee caressing the inside of his thigh. He slumped a bit in his seat so she could reach higher along his thigh.  "I wonder what not nice word you used? You don't use those words . . . well except when . . . you know."  She laughed and slumped down in her seat so her toes were caressing his balls. "Yes, I guess I do get a bit carried away then. And you love it don't you."  He gasped as her foot reached his cock.  "I bet you know what I said," she said as she smiled at him.  "Yes, I think I do."  "Why don't you write it on that bar napkin and I'll see if you got it right."  "Okay." He pulled a pen from his shirt pocket and wrote something on the paper napkin. He folded it and leaned forward to push it across the table to her. Then he reverted to his slump so she could continue to stroke his rigid cock through his trousers.  Beth picked up the napkin and held it up before her face to read. It was only one brief word, but she took her time as though she was thinking about it. She stirred her drink with one finger and slowly inserted it in her mouth and then withdrew it even more slowly as though she was sucking on Rich's dick.  "Let me have your pen," she said.  He pulled it from his pocket and slid it across the table without rising from his slump. Her toes stroking his cock felt too good.  She wrote something brief on the napkin below what he had written, folded it, and pushed it back across the table to him.  He opened the napkin and saw first his message, "Fuck," followed by hers, "Lets."  He took his time, as though studying a long message, and then wrote briefly again on the napkin, folded it, and slid it back across the table to her along with the pen.  Beth carefully opened the napkin and looked at as though she was looking at her hole card in a poker game. The message from Rich said, "Where?" When?"  She chewed on the end of the pen and then lowered it to the paper, letting its top drag across her one of her very erect nipples, which had made itself obvious through the light fabric of her dress. She wrote a few words and then folded it and pushed it back to Rich. Now she could feel a damp spot on his linen trousers as the precum leaking from his dick soaked through.  Rich looked at the note and instead of writing more he just looked at her and said, "Really, there? I thought we agreed we wouldn't do that. Aren't you afraid we will get caught?"  She smiled and shrugged.  He whispered, "They will just be on the other side of the walls."  "Yes. It's exciting."  "But you'll be quiet won't you?"  "Of course. I'll be just like a church mouse, like I always am."  Rich laughed out loud. Then he sat up straight and tossed off the last of his Mai Tai in a single swallow and said, "Lets go."  He threw a twenty on the table and stood. The woman at the table next to them stared without restraint at the tent in his trousers and the wet spot that Beth's massage had caused. Rich was oblivious to her, his thoughts focused on the idea of fucking Beth, but Beth had to really work to choke back a laugh at the woman's shocked look. Beth quickly rose and stepped around the table sliding her arm into Rich's as they walked out of the bar. Just before they got to the door, she dropped his arm and let her hand slide down his back until she was fondling his ass. She didn't look back at the woman at the table next to them, but she was sure she was watching them. The bartender was probably was watching too.  The walk back to the house was shorter than they expected, even with a number of stops they made in darker portions of the walk to kiss and fondle each other.  "Where is the key?" Rich asked, whispering.  "It's supposed to be under a rock to the right of the door." She stepped away from him and bent over to search for the key. Rich quickly stepped in behind her and pulled her ass back against his crotch. She pushed back and they dry humped for a moment. Rich pushed her away, just enough to allow him to pull her dress up so it was around her waist. Now he was holding her naked ass and dry humping it.  "Stop that you pervert!" she said.  "Really?"  "Yes," she said, but without the energy of her first challenge.  "Are you sure?" Rich asked. As he spoke, he pulled one hand away from her hip and slid it between her legs. Her pussy was slippery and he quickly slid one and then two fingers into her cunt.  Beth groaned in response.  "Not so sure?"  She gasped and managed to say, "Yes, I'm sure. I want your cock, not your fingers. Let me find the key and lets go inside, and for God's sake stop making so much noise. You'll wake up our parents and then we won't be able to do anything."  "Okay, okay," he whispered in response as he stepped away from her.  Beth stood and inserted the key in the lock. The door swung silently open, and they stepped into the darkened front hall. Rich carefully closed the door with only a very low click as it latched and he turned the thumb bolt to lock it. When he turned around from the door he found Beth facing him. She was standing standing very close and was very naked. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a long wet kiss while Rich's hands explored her naked body.  When she pulled back, Rich whispered, "Where's your dress? What if they're up?"  "Shhh," she responded. Then she dropped her hands to his waist and opened his fly. She reached in and released his rigid cock from his boxers and stood in the dark and silent front hall stroking it.  Rich's mind was about to explode, bouncing between fear of being caught by their parents and enjoyment of what Beth was doing to his cock. It only got worse when she dropped to her knees and slurped his prick into her mouth. He wanted to stop her and get out of their exposed position, but oh God it felt so good. Soon he had his hands on either side of her head, tangled in her lush red hair, pulling her head closer to him. Oh fuck this felt good, and the risk rising from where they were just made it all the more exciting. He was standing in a house where his and Beth's parents were sleeping (he hoped) while he was fucking Beth's face. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined anything like this.  Then there was a noise. They both heard it and froze. What was it? Just the house creaking in the trade winds? Maybe. But was it someone else in the house, walking about and making the floor creak? They maintained their position, Beth on her knees with Rich's hard, but rapidly shrinking, cock still in her mouth, while they both held their breath and focused on listening for another sound, an explanation of what they had heard. But there was nothing. After a few very long seconds of listening to a very loud silence, Beth pulled her head back and spoke in a whisper as she rose from her knees, "It was nothing. Just the wind."  "We better get to the bedroom," Rich responded as they stood continuing to listen to the silence. He could feel his prick rapidly wilting as his mind focused on its search for another sign of danger.  "Okay," Beth responded in a breathy soft voice. She turned away and began to walk slowly out of the front hall.  "Beth, wait! Where's your dress? We can't leave it out here. They'll find it in the morning."  She giggled quietly and then turned and stepped back up to Rich, reaching down for his cock as she returned. "That would be hard to explain, wouldn't it?"  Rich gasped as his cock began to rise again in response to Beth's fondling. "Just find your dress and lets go!" he whispered as forcefully as he could.  Beth stroked his cock one more time and then stepped back, leaving Rich standing with his again fully erect prick sticking out of his pants. She turned and grabbed her dress, which she had left on a table on one side of the front hall, but as she picked it up, the house key she had laid beneath it clattered to the floor.  In the middle of the afternoon, the sound of a key falling on the tile floor would be nothing but background noise. At 11:00 p.m. in a dark and silent house to the two people standing naked or near naked in the darkened front hallway, it was like the sound of a gun going off. They froze and stood listening for another sound, a sound indicating that someone else in the house was awake and might find them as they tried to sneak in. Still there was nothing to hear but the sound of the trees waving in the trade winds.  Eventually they both exhaled and Beth bent and retrieved the key. They tiptoed out of the front hall, through the living room, past the kitchen, and down the hall to their bedroom, which was positioned between the bedrooms occupied by their respective parents. When Beth reached for the doorknob, Rich put his hand on her shoulder signaling for her to wait and listen before opening the door.  She knew what he wanted, but the warmth of his hand on her shoulder sent a jolt of passion through her. Amazing, she thought. All he has to do is touch me and it sends a jolt straight to my pussy. How does he do that?  They were silent for a few moments and heard nothing coming from the room of either set of parents. Nor was there light coming from beneath either door. Rich took his warm hand from her shoulder and Beth carefully turned the doorknob. The click of the latch was like the falling key in the front hall—an insignificant noise magnified by time and circumstances.  Beth pushed the door open, which was mercifully silent, and stepped in with Rich close behind her. He closed the door, again with a click of the latch that sounded like it could wake the dead. They stood facing each other again holding their breath and listening for a responsive sound. There was nothing and when they exhaled, Beth again threw her arms around Rich and pulled him down to her for a long sensual kiss. As they kissed he massaged her breasts and she could feel his withered cock quickly recover and press itself into her belly. Oh how she wanted that cock.  Eventually she pulled her head back, her naked belly still pressed against his rigid prick. "I have to pee," she said. "Get your clothes off and lie on the bed." Then she turned and felt her way to the bathroom in the darkened room. She pulled the door shut and switched the light on.  The light leaking from beneath the bathroom door allowed Rich to quickly find his way to the bed. He stripped off his clothes and stretched out on the bed, stroking his rigid cock as he waited for Beth to return. Before she shut off the light in the bath, he rolled to his side and turned on the small light on bedside table. It wasn't bright, but it would be enough for him to see Beth as she emerged from the bath and enough for them to see each other as they fucked. He was long past his Ohio days of wanting to have sex in the total darkness.  The light in the bath switched off and Beth stepped out. She blinked at the light in the room shed by the bedside table light. "Rich," she said in protest.  "I want to see you."  "But . . ." she stood naked in the light from the bedside table and he stroked his cock as he lusted after her.  "It won't go through the walls," he said, interrupting her.  "But . . ."  "And they aren't in the hall," he said anticipating her next objection. "They're asleep. I'm surprised we can't hear my father snoring." Actually the absence of his father's snores was bothering him slightly, but he wasn't going to tell Beth that.  She stood torn between listening for the sounds she feared and obsessed with watching Rich stroke his rigid cock. Eventually the cock won out, and she walked to the bed in two long strides. She leaned forward putting a knee and a hand alongside Rich's naked body and then threw her other knee and hand to the other side of his body so she was on her hands and knees above him. Her tits were hanging beneath her and Rich reached up and began to massage them. The sensation was delicious for each of them. As she sank down on him his prick flattened against his belly and split her pussy lips in the most delicious way so that its head was lying against her clit, rubbing it when either of them moved.  Beth used one hand to pull her long red hair back from her face and then leaned forward squashing her big boobs against Rich's chest, giving her clit another jolt from his cock as she moved. Then they began a long sensual kiss, their tongues dueling in the most delightful way, while Beth kept moving her hips just enough to masturbate her clit against the head of Rich's prick.  Eventually though, good as their position was, it was not enough for Beth. She felt a need deep in her core. She wanted Rich's big cock to fill her cunt. It was empty and it so needed to be filled. She rose up, letting her hair fall in her face again and whispered to Rich, "I need you. I need you to fuck me. I need your big hard dick to fill my cunt."  As she spoke she felt Rich's cock, which was still pressing against her clit, twitch. He loves it when I talk dirty, she thought. Now she rose forward on her knees and reached behind herself, taking Rich's cock in hand and positioning it's head at the dripping entrance to her cunt. Then she slowly slid back and impaled herself on him. Now it was Rich's turn to groan as his shaft slid into her warm wet tunnel. "Oh fuck you feel good babe!" he whispered as he felt the head of his cock reach the limits of her cunt.  He started to flex his hips to slide his cock in and out of her in short strokes that never came close to fully withdrawing. "Wait!" she commanded in a whisper. "Not yet. I just want to feel you filing me like you are now. It feels so fucking good."  So they held their position for a good minute or more with neither making a move, other than an occasional involuntary twitch of Rich's cock. "This is so good," she said. "I'm holding you in my cunt and our parents are sleeping right next door and haven't a clue." Rich was silent a he worked to restrain his need to start fucking.  Then they heard it again. Not the same noise as before. This was a noise that couldn't be explained away as the house creaking in the wind. It came from one of the bedrooms on either side of them. They froze in silence. Again they heard it. And then it was continuous. They listened and stared at each other, still holding their breath.  Finally Rich spoke. "That sounds like bed springs?" they listened more as the rhythm grew faster and the noise louder.  "It sounds like someone is fucking," Beth whispered.  "Are we in the wrong house?" Rich asked.  Beth felt a moment of panic, but then she remembered. "No," she said, "I saw my mother's purse as we walked by the kitchen."  There was a loud bang from the room next door. First just one and then it began to rhythmically repeat.  "You're right they are fucking. That's the headboard. Banging on the wall. Our parents are fucking!"  "But whose? Yours or mine?"  "Uh Beth, your parents are in that room. It's your parents that are fucking, and they're really going at it."  Beth giggled. "My God you're right they are."  Then they heard another noise from the other side. There was no mistaking the sound of a woman crying out as she was being fucked. No head board this time. Just a couple engaged in a pretty noisy fuck.  Rich and Beth looked at each other wide eyed.  "Hah!" Beth said. "It's your parents too. That's your mother crying as your father pounds her."  The fear they had experienced when they first heard a noise in the house had now turned to lust. "Rich," Beth said. "Now's our chance."  "What?"  We can make all the noise we want and each of our parents will think it is the other doing it. They don't know we are even in the house."  She rolled off of him on to her back and spread her legs wide inviting him to mount her. Rich quickly got to his knees between her legs and then sank into her, impaling her with his cock. Beth rocked her hips back and crossed her feet behind his ass as he began to pound her. It didn't take long before they both climaxed violently and noisily.  Rich and Beth were still naked in bed in the morning when her mother tapped on the door. They weren't really asleep. Actually they had been awake for some time quietly kissing and fondling, even though they knew they couldn't go any farther without the cover of last night's events.  "Are you two getting up for breakfast?" her mother called out.  "Yes, as soon as we shower. We will be out in about half an hour," Beth responded.  "Okay."  As they heard her mother pad away they both stretched languorously, and Beth threw the covers off. She stood and walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later Rich joined her in the shower.  They didn't quite get to breakfast in half an hour, but it was close enough. Beth noticed that everyone seemed to be in a very good mood, and of course, nothing was said about noises during the night. In fact, everyone commented on how soundly they had slept and how quiet the neighborhood was.

Blackmail byKibou32© Karen couldn't believe she had been so foolish. She loved her boyfriend Michael so much, but letting her boyfriend photograph and film her whenever she was masturbating or fucking him, was crossing the line!? Each and every one of those photographs showed her vagina and her breasts in every position available known to man.  Worst was that Becky Winters -- who was Michael's ex-girlfriend -- had somehow gotten hold of those damning pictures and was setting her up for blackmail.  And now here she was looking at herself on the mirror wearing her usual blue jeans and her regular T-shirt, this time a yellow-white striped one. She was five foot five, had an athletic body and 34B sized breasts. She had dark gray eyes and brown hair. All in all... she was a cute girl. Too bad for her. "Well now... since you've seen the evidence, let me tell you what you're gonna do for me if you don't want your parents to find out you're not a goody goody two shoes anymore. For the next two weeks dear Karen, you're going to do everything I tell you to do without a complaint, questions or hesitations. Either you do this, or as I just told you, your parents are going to get this nice surprise on the local news." Karen looked stupefied. Becky smiled in satisfaction. It wasn't as if she hated Karen per se. But Becky had already learnt that she had the hots for this girl and damn if Michael -- who had broken things off with her noticing that she liked women more than she dug him -- wasn't making things quite easy for her.  "Oh... if Michael finds out about this, be sure I'll make this go completely public. You'll be seeing these pictures everywhere! And I mean everywhere." -- she emphasized the word everywhere. Karen was blushing red again. Becky was sure this was going to be fun. She would humiliate her a little bit... well not too much really, because she was sure that by the end of the day Karen was going to be pretty much in love with exhibitionism. "So... let's start with this." -- and then she gave her a two piece ensemble. A white see-through T-shirt with no bra and a white micro-skirt that if Karen bent down, would show off her pretty shaved off pussy or butt to anyone who cared to look. "Take all your clothes off -- that's right even your underwear -- and put these on. And then go through your usual day as normal. I'll be keeping your clothes." -- she said quietly and did not bother to mention that this was probably going to be the last time Karen saw her usual stuff. She fingered the key she had gotten from Karen's landlord and smirked inwardly at Karen's expression when she discovered that she had taken all her underwear with her and left her with several micro-skirts to wear for the next two weeks. No jeans and no pants. ::: Karen went on to her job fighting dread. She had never been much of an exhibitionist and prior to meeting Michael, she wasn't even into being photographed naked much less when in usual clothes. She worked at a boutique shop. Her boss had her usually fetching things and she always was -- without a doubt -- used to sell things off due to her body. Her boss always said that since she had such a hot and young body, that why not use it for their advantage. "Oh Karen! It's so good that you're here. I want you to put these boxes upstairs." -- she signaled and Karen resigned herself to be exposed to whoever was the lucky creature who came by to shop. This time when she found it was Mrs. Winters -- Becky's mother - and her son of 19 -- Becky was really pushing her buttons with this one! -- she wanted to cry. Under the unforgiving yellow lights of the store, the T-shirt she was wearing was nearly transparent -- something she hadn't noticed when she had put on the shirt and though she couldn't have said anything, she wished she wasn't so unlucky in matters like these. When she made an attempt to grab a box from the ground, her boss called her and told her not to forget to squat. This forced the micro-skirt to flare upwards and she blushed from head to toe knowing what must be in plain view. Jon -- Becky's younger brother -- whistled in appreciation. His mother only smiled. Karen squatted and grabbed the box, then in a rush stood up making the skirt flare upwards again making her cute little butt come into sight again. Then she took the stairs and blushed heavily once again when Jon got up -- discreetly pretending to be looking at the painting on the wall below the staircase, but everyone knew that he was looking at Karen's pussy as it opened and closed with the movement of going up the stairs. When she came back down to get the other box, she discovered that Jon was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs holding the box. "Where do you want me to put it?" -- he asked. She moved out of the way and showed him the way. Once all of the boxes were up, her boss called her down and she ended up discovering that the gentleman act had its price. Her boss said... "Now since you've decided to be such a good sport, I want you to show your thanks to Jon. Please remove your shirt so that he can fondle your tits." Karen almost cried out in dismay. But she figured this was part of Becky's plan and let Jon hold her breasts. Not only did he held them, but he also fondled them pretty well. It made her feel distinctly uncomfortable since the caresses made her feel wet in her pussy and she was sure that everyone was aware of that fact. She didn't look at Becky's mother for confirmation, though. Thankfully, their visit had come to an end. ::: Her boss told her she wanted her to make some errands and so this set her out of the store with the keys to her black 4x4 monster truck and told her to do those errands for her. Stepping out of the truck was as laborious as it was stepping in. She had exposed her pussy and her tits by climbing onto it to many pedestrians. As she was stepping down, she looked to the front and saw a guy with what appeared to be his girlfriend looking at her naked crotch with fascination. She blushed deeply. Once inside the mall, she discovered that the elevator was in repairs and she had to take the stairs. Someone bumped into her and she let go of the folder she was carrying scattering all the papers in it on the floor. In her haste to get the documents before they were trampled by someone else, she ended up bending at the waist without bending her knees and therefore exposing her butt completely to anyone who dared to look, which was almost everyone coming and/or going to the mechanic escalator. Fumbling to get one paper just a fingertip away from her hand, she spread her legs to give herself some leverage and also showed the crowd of voyeurs the cleft of her naked mound. Because embarrassment usually led to her being a bit wet in between her labia and she had been wet from her prior exposure in the shop, the force of spreading her legs a bit more, forced her major labia to part completely away leaving her more than flushed inner labia to spread open and let every single spectator see her pink and wet vagina. Once she finally managed to get that, she stood up and watched curious as how many of the people behind her look away first before meeting her stare. She shrugged and went on to her merry way to the bank. After she delivered what she had to, to the bank; she went on ahead to go pay some things that her boss had asked her to do. On her way out of a store, a tiny thread from the bottom of the T-shirt got caught with the door's handle and began to unravel the already tiny shirt even further. When she realized that everyone was staring at her, she noticed that the top had shortened up until almost all of the bottom side of her breasts were showing. The thread had been cut just as it reached there and instead of doing the sensible thing, she squealed making everyone around her turn to look. She rushed to the ladies room to see if she could do something, the run made the T-shirt ride up leaving her tits out in the open and the running made her skirt bunch up to her waist leaving her running almost bared to the elements. Everyone had gotten quite a good look of her intimate parts and she hadn't noticed. But found that upon reaching the bathroom that there was virtually nothing she could do with it. She blushed as she realized right then and there how exposed she had been to the crowd of onlookers. How she had been running around with her tits bouncing up and down, the tiny top up and over her breasts, and her skirt bunched up to her waist. She groaned in despair! Sighing she lowered her skirt to the usual position and put the tiny top back on. She moved her arms up and watched as the tips of her nipples showed. She decided not to put her arms up from now on. She jumped a little bit and was dismayed to find that the situation was worst. If she moved too much, her breasts -- unrestrained by a bra -- would bounce a little and make the T-shirt ride up further exposing her to everyone else. She was doomed. Once she reached the car, after finishing with all the errands her boss had given her; she wondered how she was going to get into the car without exposing herself completely. She looked around and decided to shimmy out of the skirt and take off the top and just get into the car and then put the clothes back on. Such a thing wasn't a good idea to do when several young teenagers members from the football team at the local high school got a hold of the sight she made when she entered the car. Her butt pointed towards them, her pussy on full display and her tits hanging below. She didn't notice their appearance and just sat down and pulled the micro-skirt on and then the top and proceeded to pull out of the parking spot as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. ::: As if the day could not get any worst, Becky arrived at promptly eight p.m. and told her she'd be taking her home. Her boss -- kind soul that she was allowed her to leave with the other girl.  "Well... I heard from my little brother the show you put on just for him. That was nice of you Karen." -- she said whilst smiling towards her. Karen blushed as she recalled that. "Why did you pick me up?" -- she asked instead of saying something else. "Well... Michael just informed me -- I told him I'd let you know -- that he was going away for two weeks. And since you left your keys in the pocket of your jeans, I just thought I should give you a ride home." "Oh." -- she said feeling sad that her boyfriend had gone away without letting her know. "Here we are." -- Becky said once they reached the corner of the back street that led to Karen's apartment building. Karen got a hold of her keys and prepared to leave, but not before Becky said... "Not so fast. You have to give me back my clothes, Karen. I'm a bit sad to know you just about ruined my T-shirt, but oh well; what can we do if you had a little accident." Karen blushed heavily and stuttered out: "Ok. If you give me back my clothes..." Becky shook her head in response. "No can do. I left them at home to go do an errand for my mother and when I returned, the maid had already taken them away to put it in the laundry. So, please give me back my skirt and my top. Undress here now." -- Becky said looking sorry but steely in her response and Karen felt mortified at the thought of walking that street -- which was lit completely and that any moment all of the neighbor's dogs would start barking... this was a nightmare! But Becky said... "Karen... if you hesitate any longer... I might be forced to punish you. And you really don't want to be punished, do you?" She shook her head promptly fearing what kind of punishment would come but not really wanting to know. She took off the top and the micro-skirt. Then she opened the door and left holding on tightly to her purse in front of her naked pussy. A couple of feet away she heard Becky honk out twice and she turned around terrified that someone else would step out to see what was going on. "No covering your pussy Karen!" -- Becky shouted out loud and Karen just about fainted on the spot. She bared her pussy once more and went on walking. All was good until she reached her apartment building and found Scott Tinsdale sitting on the bottom stairs taking a swig of beer from a can. Scott was a good friend to her -- sometimes -- but today she didn't want to see him and definitively didn't want him seeing her as she was now. But she had to go in or else risk being seen by someone else, so she said hello tremulously and just made her way up the stairs feeling Scott's curious but appreciative stare at her naked body. ::: The next morning found her lying on her bed naked. She woke up in time to pick up the phone and said a groggy hello. Which quickly evaporated when she realized who was at the other end of the line. "Hi Karen! Do I have plans for you today... okay... since you're so quiet today, I'll let you know what you have to do. You have classes today, don't you? Ok. I prepared your outfit for today, but I have it with me here at school. Come on over to the college's back parking lot near the sports track and meet me there in fifteen minutes. If you're a minute later than that... you'll be sorry!" -- and then the phone went dead. ::: Needless to say, Karen rushed. She arrived just in time however. The parking lot was almost empty. Karen's class didn't begin up until 10am and it was only fifteen to 8am. "Hi! Over here Karen! Okay... take off your clothes here and put these on." Karen nervously looked around before agreeing to the orders and undressed completely. She hadn't worn any underwear because she hadn't managed to find one single piece of cloth in her rush to get dressed and meet the time quota. She found the top to be kind of what it the T-shirt from yesterday looked liked, except it left her shoulders bare. The top only covered her breasts, but was so silky -- instead of being stretchy -- that it rubbed against her nipples making them stand at attention due to the friction. When she lowered her pants, she was given a wrap-around mini skirt that covered her a bit better but not much from the micro skirt from the day before. "Ok. Whenever you sit down today on your desk, you'll have to sit on your naked butt and let the skirt cover you like that. Be extra solicitous today to your teachers Karen... and most of all whenever you have to go to the bathroom, you'll have to get naked before entering the stall; then get dressed after you wash and dry your pussy in the lavatories to prevent the skirt from getting wet, ok? Also... I noticed you sometimes go to the outdoor pool to swim on Tuesdays, so I want you to swim in the nude. Ah... since its probable... if you're feeling horny, I encourage you to bring yourself to an orgasm. And that's it. I'll pick you at your job at nine p.m. sharp, ok? Bye bye." -- Becky said whilst grabbing on to her jeans and shirt and leaving her there standing in the middle of the parking lot wearing the outfit she had given her. Karen was dismayed. ::: On math class, she helped with erasing the blackboard and the white board showing off her nipples to the professor's help. Whenever she sat back down in class, she could see everyone turned to look back at her to catch a glimpse of her pussy. In accounting class, she was the willing participant in all group duties. In literature, with their quirky teacher; she was forced to jump up and down most often than not showing off her tits in their entirety quite a lot. And then finally the dreaded swim at the outdoor pool. Scott had caught her on her way to the pool and would not be dissuaded in leaving her alone until she told him why she had come home in the buff. At last, knowing he wouldn't leave her alone until she told him; she told him of Becky's treachery. He laughed at her for a full minute before apologizing and then saying that he felt bad for her. She didn't believe him even when she said she was going to swim in the nude and he just smiled. She felt extremely self-conscious of this fact, but after awhile she forgot all about it. Then she got out, dried herself and got dressed. "I have a petition if you'd please..." -- he said shyly. "Yeah?" -- she shyly asked back wondering why she felt butterflies in her stomach. "Do you think you can let me.. that is... see your pussy up close?" -- she didn't wanted to let him do it, but she did it anyway for reasons unknown to her. She felt him spread her open with his thick fingers and touch her intimately... it raised shivers up her spine. In the end, she had to tell him to stop because she'd be late to work if he kept on going. She left. ::: Her boss once again told her to do something for her. She told her to wear a gauze and nothing else so that she could take some measurements off her body. There was a client that had the same body type as she and so she had her be her model. For the rest of the afternoon, she was forced to stand there wearing nothing underneath that white gauze that under the stage lights of the store left her bare to the gaze of any and every passerby that stumbled through the street. She was completely mortified. Nine p.m. promptly showed Becky at the door. "Hey Miss Sommers!" -- she said. "Hello Becky! How nice to see you here again! Is there something you'd like?" "Uh yes... well I came to pick Karen up. See, Michael is away and can't come pick her up as he's sometimes wont to do and well he asked me if I could." -- she said grinning at the woman. "Oh! That's so nice of you! Yes, Karen can go now. You can change here, since we're all girls."  Karen didn't wanted to do so, but did so anyway. Her boss bid her goodbye, and she left towards the parking lot two blocks away. "How silly of me... I forgot to tell you where we should meet. So how did your day go?" -- she asked like she wasn't showing Karen off to the whole student body. "Ah... it was okay." -- Karen said not wanting to piss Becky off. "Ok. I want you to take off the clothes now and walk nude with me to the car." -- she said not so pleasantly when giving out the order. Karen flinched but did so anyway. Thankfully it was dark outside and not many pedestrians were around. But it was cool, so her nipples stiffening due to the cold was sort of understandable. The cool air around her pussy was not making things better, though. She had been wet all day long and now this? Karen was mortified. "Okay. Let's walk." They arrived and Becky wouldn't let Karen in until she gave her, her backpack first. She did after awhile and then she had Karen walk side by side to the car for two more blocks before letting her into the car. Becky didn't take her home first. Instead she took her to a local park and had her sit nude, with her legs spread completely under a streetlight on a bench. She took a couple of pictures. Karen shivered anxiously hoping against hope no one came towards them. After a couple of minutes, Becky said: "I want you to masturbate yourself. We're not leaving until you orgasm three times, each of them have to be completely powerful. And you have to be loud. If you have to scream, then do so." Karen blushed again but did as Becky asked hesitant to touch herself in front of Becky. She moaned and whimpered like a whore in heat and brought herself to three earth-shattering orgasms that had her spent. Then Becky took her home. ::: Wednesday wasn't much better because Becky said that she'd have to wear a white dress that when the light hit it, it made the dress completely transparent, Karen found out dismayed. And it was shorter than the micro-skirt. Karen went to school feeling terribly anxious. Becky met her at lunch and told her that today she was going to shorten out the dress even more by cutting off a shoulder strap. After lunch, she met Becky again afraid of what the other girl would do. She nearly whimpered when she told Karen to take it off in the middle of the hall -- at the minute it was empty but in a few minutes it would be full -- and change into a long T-shirt. She did so. She reasoned nothing worst would come of this. She was wrong. ::: On Thursday, Becky had her wear another tiny top much like a bikini top, only this one was at least two sizes smaller and made her breasts look unbelievingly bigger if it were possible to believe in anything. The micro-skirt and no underwear again. This time she had searched and searched her apartment through and through and found not one single piece of panties or bras. She decided right then that she was screwed. Becky told her that as the days progressed, her outfits were going to become shorter and more outrageous. Karen was aware of how much it would take for her to be completely exposed as since this time, the top would loosen or her breasts would pop loose if she forced it too much. Or it could break completely and running around in the street, or at school completely topless made her blush to the tips of her brows. But strangely, it also made her feel extremely excited. The top was tied on her neck and held loosely on her tits by a small tie on her back which basically meant she was bound to be topless soon. The first misfortune happened in math class where one of her more vindictive classmates, a redhead who said she had a bone to pick with her, cut the tie on her back off. She didn't notice her predicament until she was bade to pass by a ground AC Vent that was always on too high. Her skirt rose and so did her top leaving her bare to the gaze of her old teacher. She blushed and stammered out an apology, but the old geezer didn't say anything. Instead, he waved her away and told her to go back to her sit. Thank goodness her grades were much better! Otherwise the teacher might've thought she was asking for a grade higher or something. But even if the math teacher was such a sport, the sociology teacher wasn't. He was kind of handsome to Karen. He was at least six inches taller than her and he had a nice lean body. But he was kind of stoic and sociology wasn't her best subject so she dreaded what might've happened in class. As it was, when she came in; she was the last one in. He took one look at her apparel and frowned. By the time the class was over, Karen could feel the glare of his eyes on her head. Before she could head out to her next class -- which wasn't in reality until three hours later -- and made to escape when her teacher said... "Miss Andrews. If you would please come into my office with me?" -- he said in his stern voice. She was terrified. She hoped she wasn't going to be failed for her wardrobe malfunction! What came to be was much worst. "It has come to my attention that you aren't doing quite well in my class. So, as you've suddenly decided to wear something to -- I don't know -- incite me -- perhaps? -- to give you a better grade, I've come up with a different strategy. I'll be having you work for it." "W-work for it?" -- Karen asked suddenly wishing she hadn't closed the door. "Yes. Take your top off." -- he commanded and Karen fearing for retaliation, did as he said. He smirked and then seemed to decide something on the spot and brought a stool -- it was a strange stool to be sure because it had something that resembled a dildo in the middle of it -- from a closet. "I'm assuming you're not wearing panties, Miss Andrews?" -- he queried, but Karen just nodded flushing out in embarrassment at being found so easily. "Take your skirt off." -- he said. Karen did as he asked and stood before him wearing only her sandals. "Turn around. Put your hands behind your back." -- she did both as he commanded and flinched when she heard something metallic click.  Oh! Was she in trouble now?! He had handcuffed her wrists together and then led her by the arm towards the stool that was facing a window. Since his office was on par with the ground level, she was a bit nervous to realize she was virtually putty in his hands. She was lucky she was wet because it became easy for him to lead her to sit on the stool facing the window -- which was wide open by now courtesy of an automated system -- and felt out of her depth when he handcuffed her each of her ankles towards the leg of the stool. It offered little leeway and she realized what it was he wanted her to do as she sat astride that stool with the dildo on. "Fuck yourself with it. You'll be surprised on what the dildo inside your vagina can do. Your task is to drench this stool with your wetness. If it isn't terribly wet by the end of the hour, you're to stay there until the next hour and so on. I'm leaving it turn on." And then he left. She groaned in despair and hoped against all hope that she could cum that easily and that much in the next hour. There was the random thought that at least... at least she didn't have to go to work today. :-: After two hours, she managed to do that. The dildo was so wet with her juices that it slid easier in every time. Her teacher came in a half an hour after she managed to do the unthinkable and began to squirt for a full three minutes. He uncuffed her ankles and let her raise herself off the stool. How she managed not to fall on the floor from quirky knees was a mystery even to her. "Your grade has improved at least a 50%." Karen groaned and timidly asked what she could do to make it raise higher. By this point, dignity had flown out the window and she was wondering what on earth would he want now. "Well... if you suck my cock... I'll raise it another 25% or if you let me fuck you, I'll let you have a 100%." Karen saw the monstrous cock in front of her and she nodded to the last option. She didn't like to suck cock all that much. In the end she didn't make it to her last class of the day, but figured it'd be okay if she feigned sickness. :-: Friday night found her at a club with Becky and Tim. Tim was Michael's best friend. She wasn't sure what Becky would do to her, but she hoped it was under PG-13; because Tim didn't seem to dig her that well. So much for hoping, though. Becky had her dressed in a string bikini that left nothing to imagination. She wrapped a sarong around her hips and pushed her in saying it was ladies night and that the more outrageous the outfit, the better. In they went. Tim only stood there looking at her, but didn't frown or scowl in a disapproving manner. Karen was scared of what he might say or do, though and didn't complain when Becky told her to drink her tall glass of beer as they sat down on a booth. She was strangely aware of how little the top covered. Only her nipples were hidden from view, there was virtually no support for her B-sized tits, but this made her all the more uncomfortable. And then, Tim asked her to go dance with him. She agreed only because she was afraid of the consequences should she deny him. Two minutes after they reached the dance floor, she found his hands on her butt. She was nervous but after a minute began to relax and flow with the music instead of against it. She was so lost in it that she didn't notice Tim loosen the knot that held the sarong shut and take it off. Then she was left in that tiny bikini and high heels dancing on the dance floor very sexily. He began to dry hump her from behind when Becky turned up from the front and they sandwiched her between them two. Karen didn't notice anything strange for a minute due to the exhilaration of the sensual beats and the alcohol flowing through her system. Several minutes later she moaned out loud when Tim began tweaking her nipples, she was aware that this was a public place, but she wasn't aware of how he had taken her top off and now there she was topless in a club dancing away.  Tim didn't know Karen well enough to say that he hated the sight of her. But he did know free game when he saw one and he was sure Michael wasn't going to be the least bit upset if he fooled around with his girlfriend. So he massaged Karen's decent sized breasts and left her feeling aroused. He felt around one of the lower bikini's knots and began to loosen it up knowing Becky was also doing her job of denuding Karen at the dance floor. They had an ongoing bet with the DJ that if they managed to get Karen naked on the dance floor and orgasming before everyone's eyes without her noticing what they were doing in the first place, he'd set the 'table' up for them.  Karen was already glistening with sweat and Becky saw her pink inner pussy lips engorge even more with blood. She nodded to Tim and he bent Karen back towards him making her spread her legs and let Becky do her dirty work. Tim was surprised Karen was this malleable. She was orgasming three minutes later. Everyone noticed and began to look in avid attention at the sight. When Karen came to, she realized dazed that she'd orgasm on the dance floor and that she was wearing virtually nothing! She wanted to shriek and leave the dance floor, but the hands holding her captive from behind stopped her from doing so. Becky beckoned her off the dance floor and up to their table and bade her to sit down. She wanted to cover her tits knowing that at least her pussy was covered by the table, but she was also stopped from doing so by Becky's order. Then Tim showed her a dildo. An even bigger one than her sociology teacher had presented her with and she blushed. "Fuck yourself with this one." -- Becky said. Karen didn't even protest. She nervously slid the dildo into her wet pussy and realized she was a bit turned on from the high exhibitionist streak she had done on the dance floor even though it wasn't rationally consented. Soon she was given the indication to sit on the dildo and let it do its own magic. Apparently it wasn't only a dildo, but a vibrating dildo. She began to moan in quiet earnest hoping no one else saw her doing so, but letting the lust and the sexual release get to her and soon she was eagerly touching her boobs, massaging her nipples. Becky turned to Tim and grinned. Tim smiled maliciously as he looked at the high tv screens that were settled all over the club and watched as Karen's vagina showed in deep detail how the dildo went in and out.  Soon Karen was putting her legs up on top of the table, giving herself some leverage to push the dildo up deeper. Becky ordered Karen to touch her clitoris whilst the dildo went in and out with her other hand. Karen eagerly complied. When she went through her second orgasm of the night, Tim told her to get half on the table facing Becky. She did so leaving her fully exposed on the back, her legs spread wide open giving everyone staring at them a good view of her butt and her pussy from the back. Tim took the vibrator out and put his fingers in at first playing with her. Then he took his tool out of his pants and pushed his 11 inch hard on in. She groaned and whimpered like a bitch in heat. All the while everyone got a good look at her being fucked in the open space of the club. Becky began to touch her nipples, pulling, caressing them and then finally, sucking them into her mouth. Karen was so lost in the sexual frenzy, she didn't realize when this turned into an orgy, with her as the prime target. :-:  Saturday at noon made Karen discover she was nude as the day she was born on her bed with Tim's dick nestled deep inside of her fucking her slowly. She might've freaked if it wasn't for the fact that she was well in over her head and decided that there wasn't a way she could escape from this unscathed. "Tim! It's enough, you know. Oh Karen, it's good that you're awake. We're going somewhere today after you eat some lunch." Karen only moaned ashamed that Tim was still fucking her so slowly and she was enjoying it whilst Becky watched.  :-: They didn't let her get dressed. They took her out in Becky's convertible fully naked and drove with the top down. She was afraid of cops, but Tim laughed and said that if she covered her tits, she'd have to give something up. She nodded agreeing to his game. "Okay. Then, you can cover your tits from being seen, but you have to switch seats with me." Karen did so still nervous of being found by a cop and taken into custody for public nudity. "Karen... in exchange for us letting you cover your tits with your hands, you'll have to spread your legs up on the dash board." -- Becky said. Karen went white with fear. And then began to say she changed her mind and that she would lowered her hands. "Too late. You made a deal Karen, abide by it." -- Tim cheerfully intoned his smile and his eyes mocking her as she spread her legs up on the dashboard. They weren't stopped by any cops, but any car they passed by, hooted back at them when seeing Karen's exposed pussy. Then Becky said she had to get gas. Karen began whimpering in dismay. :-: Tim said they were changing the rules as soon as they were ready to go, Karen was able to go to the bathroom, although she was deeply ashamed to have had to go there naked and being watched by all those truckers... she was so flushed that she resembled a ripe tomato. When she returned to the car, clean and refreshened, the heat was getting to her and applied a little bit of sunscreen at Becky's insistence. That sort of experience she didn't like because she was used to doing that all by herself and not someone else. With her standing in the middle of the gas station's parking lot, Becky began to rub softly but in earnest the sunscreen all over her body so she would not burn. She even made her thrust her butt at her by bending over and spreading her legs. There were hoots all around and Karen was once again forcefully reminded -- not that she had forgotten for one moment -- that she was fully naked and fully at the hands of her torturers.  Tim handcuffed her hands from behind the seat and Becky -- before getting into the driver's seat -- handcuffed her legs together to permit them for the next position they were setting her up in. Sitting straight wasn't so bad, but now, they had put a butterfly vibrator on her clitoris on a low hum. It drove her crazy and she moaned and pleaded for it to be either taken off or to turn it up higher and let her cum. Since she could get no visible way of getting off by moving up and down, she resigned herself to her plight. And then... Karen's eyes widened when they met up with a police car. "What seems to be the problem officer?" -- what Karen didn't know was that the police officers -- a guy and a woman -- were friends of Tim's and that they wanted to play a little with her. "Well... lookit here. Officer Joshua, there's a little lady naked here." -- she heard the other police officer say. Tim made a face and signaled that they begin their little game as soon as possible. The story was that they'd have to search Karen and be certain she wasn't hiding something. Karen stammered that she couldn't have been able since she was naked. The woman -- who was actually an ex-girlfriend of Tim's -- said that there were other places she could have hidden things and they bade Becky to unlock the handcuffs on Karen's ankles to allow her to step off the car. Out came Karen. Since they weren't the only ones on the road, many cars passing by slowly got the sight of Karen's nude body being positioned on top of a blanket on the car's front hood. There, the woman used a gloved hand to put her hand and begin searching Karen's pussy in plain view of everyone passing by. "Aha! What's this?" -- she exclaimed feeling in triumph. "Well... I wouldn't know what it could it be officer. I don't think I've seen that at all in my whole life." -- Becky exclaimed in a matter of fact tone of voice and Karen looked at Becky incredulous as if saying that it was Becky herself who put that butterfly inside of Karen. Becky ignored her pleading visage. The woman -- whose name came out to be Pam -- said: "Well then we'll have to take it with us. We'll have to take her too as she is to the police station for questioning on the strange device. Who knows what it actually is inside this... thing." -- she said acting her role just fine. "Now... maybe we don't have to do that." -- Tim said cajoling. "Well what would you have us do, sir?" -- Officer Joshua said. "Well you could..." -- Tim made suggestive motions with his hands and Pam grinned. "That would be a good idea. I am kinda tuckered out from a night of work." -- she took her pants off deliberately and put her hairy pussy in front of Karen's mouth. Karen didn't like women and she liked this woman even less, but she only looked in dismay at Becky's lack of help and resigned herself to eating that woman's pussy. Becky took out a video-camera and began filming Karen as she did that act. She found herself totally entranced by it. Whilst 'Officer Joshua' got serviced, Officer Thomas made Karen slip off the car's hood and knelt down without breaking away from her task. He positioned her and began to prepare her butt. Karen -- at first -- thought he'd be preparing her on her pussy and wanted to tell him, she was already more than ready, but she didn't expect him to begin pushing in a finger up her ass and then two. She wiggled her ass away from his fingers in attempt to move away, to negate the process, but 'Officer Thomas' kept going on until he could fit four of his knuckles in. And then he positioned his dick -- his lubed dick, courtesy of Tim giving him a water-based lube -- towards her tight pucker and pushed in. Pam kept her head in place, resting her back against the convertible, and refused to let her go to keep on continuing her task. This was Karen's second time doing anal sex. The first time, because Michael had asked; she had agreed but found she didn't like it all that much. Only, 'Officer Thomas' had a long length and none of Michael's thickness and managed to push his dick into that spot that made anal sex lovers crumble... even women. She began getting wet again and the pussy juice dripped to the floor. Tim was excited about this. He liked to watch people having anal sex, but he himself didn't like having or doing it. So hearing Travis -- for that was Officer Thomas' real name -- panting and exclaiming that the bitch was tight but that she was good, had him bringing up a real hard on. Too bad Becky preferred girls, otherwise Tim might've coerced her into having sex with him whilst they watched Karen perform once again in plain public view of this situation. :-: They let them go with a warning. Officer Thomas and Joshua cleaned themselves up and laughed out loud. Now out of the roles they had taken up to, Travis said... "How on earth did Tim get that bitch to comply?!" "Michael. Michael likes sharing his bitches with his friends, or didn't you know that he fixed this whole gig up?" -- Pam said as she brushed her hair. "Did he now? Does the poor girl know she's been set up?" -- Travis wondered. "No. Becky -- I heard from Tim -- blackmailed her with pictures Michael took of her whilst she was masturbating. Of course... what the bitch doesn't know is that Michael has set up a web page and connected it to her profile at a local meeting cyberspace and well... she's made a lot of money for him. She's naturally submissive, the poor girl." -- Pam said smiling wickedly for a second. "So... this is all to train the girl into liking public nudity?" "Yup!" -- Pam exclaimed as she settled down inside the car as Travis hooked the machine up and took off from where they had been standing. "Man! Michael sure is lucky!" -- Travis exclaimed. :-: Karen thought that -- after the ordeal with the cops -- they'd be going to a nude beach only to find there were a lot of adults going about, but they were all DRESSED! She couldn't go there looking ravaged -- her ass hurt! -- and naked! So she pleaded out loud this time around, knowing subtle cues didn't work last time. "Karen... what did I tell you that first time? I told you that if you'd question me, I'd have to punish you. Well... this is your punish." Karen regretted ever saying anything at all. For what did she have to do? Proposition an older man to letting her suck his cock. :-: Becky found having Karen as her bitch was so much fun! She watched as the girl forced herself to say the words she had relegated her to say... "Please sir! I wonder if you would help me out, I'm low on my calorie uptake and I need your cum, may I service you?" The unsuspecting man who looked old enough to be her grandfather, looked at her naked body and said... "And what do I get in return, girl?" -- Becky laughed inwardly at the look of fear in Karen's eyes. Served the girl right for not learning her place fast. "I'll do anything you want." -- she said quickly and sad. "Well... I think I want you to let me fuck you. I'll explode inside of you, though. I don't like wasting my cum." -- he said. She nodded. So he fucked her first and then let her lick his cum off his penis after he did so, but didn't expect the man to want another round again and so soon. Becky's eyebrow lifted in surprise, but was pleased that Karen got used so thoroughly. :-: After lunch, Becky made Karen -- also in punishment, this time for letting the man take her twice without Becky's and Tim's permission -- go to the bathroom with the door wide open for anyone who passed by to get the sight of Karen either urinating or cleaning her pussy lips carefully with water and soap. Karen was humiliated to see so many people coming and going, some stayed where they were and watched. Others, more bold; came closer towards her and took pictures of her stretched open pussy and of her tits and her face. She dreaded what they were about to make her do next. Becky put sunscreen on her once again and then told her to go swimming. When Karen returned from the 'refreshing' swim, because if anything it wasn't refreshing at all. Many men and women came to touch her, whether a finger or two. She didn't like it one bit, but she endured. After all, she was naked and everyone at the beach knew it. It was if she was asking for it. Then Tim came up and said that she was to lie down and get some sun on top of the sand, no beach towel for her, and spread her legs wide open. Everyone who hadn't seen the spectacle of her being taken twice by an old man like a whore, could see her pussy lips in all its detail. Then Tim himself put the sunblock on her skin and even on her pussy lips forcing her major labia to open again due to the stimulation of his fingers' massage. She hoped that whatever was coming next wouldn't hurt her ego so much.  She should have known by then, there was nothing she could do to stop herself from being humiliated once again. :-: At one point in time she fell asleep and then half-awakened by Becky, she was given a dildo again and told to fuck herself silly with it. Once the lust made her fully awaken, she wished she hadn't opened her eyes to find a crowd looking at her masturbate herself with a dildo. She blushed once again, but she found she couldn't stop. She heard the murmurs of the women in the crowd and felt deeply humiliated. They called her slut, whore. Someone however said that maybe she was being made to do this, blackmailed and that's what all the prompt Becky needed to order her softly to say... "Say: 'I like doing this.' Say: 'I love to exhibit my pussy to everyone around.' Say: 'I am a slut because I want to be a slut.' Say these things now and very loud Karen. Look at them in the eye when you say it, make them believe you." -- she whispered to her. "Sorry people, but my friend is a bit of a sex fiend and can't go without fucking herself at least once a day. So sorry if it offends you." -- she heard Becky say out loud. "I-I like doing this a lot. I'm an exhibitionist at heart. I'm a slut because I want to be a slut. I'm a slut because I like being a slut." -- she heard herself say and forced herself to look at the women in the eye. And then she forced herself to say the one thing Becky was subtly pushing her to say: "I'm not ashamed of admitting I love doing this in public."  Her reputation was in shambles now. There was no going back now. There were some stares of admiration, others of pity. More women turned their heads away from the spectacle she presented. Many men began to take pictures with their cellphones left and right. And she let go of her inhibitions knowing she'd regret doing so later. She moaned and acted like a slut. She touched her tits the way she did whenever she had privacy and she was horny. She fucked herself silly right then and there. The wave crashed on her like a hammer truck and she was surprised to feel that she ejaculated. And she felt so boneless and sleepy that she didn't see anything else after that. :-: On Sunday night, Tim dropped Karen off on her bed and shook his head grinning. He saw Becky getting every single bit of Karen's clothes and putting them in a bag. She even denuded the bed she was lying on. He wanted to see how Karen would deal with this on Monday morning on her way to school, since she had virtually nothing to wear. :-: The school was informed by a letter to the dean about Karen's decision of becoming a nudist. While there wasn't a uniform to be had in the school's regulation and procedures legal handbook, this sort of thing was unheard of. But the letter Karen 'wrote' was so matter of fact that the dean was forced to accept to let the girl do as she pleased. She had basically good grades so far. :-: Karen was stupefied to see her apartment bared of anything resembling clothes. There was a phone call and then she knew who had done this. "Karen... you're going to be late for class you know. By the way, I can't come and pick you up today so you'll have to take the bus. If I don't see you in school at lunch Karen, there will be consequences to be had." -- Becky said as she gave her ultimatum and hung up. Karen was forced to take her books, after having a bath and drying herself up with a tiny kitchen towel and leave her apartment despite wearing nothing at all. She shivered lightly at the cool air that signaled fall was just around the corner and wondered what would she do then not to catch a cold. The walk to the bus stop was harsh, because despite wearing socks and sneakers, she was in pain. She was in pain, because everyone and their mother scowled at her walking around in the nude. Only she wasn't just nude, she was naked. Her pussy opened up a bit wet due to the exhilaration she felt -- due to her acute embarrassment -- and her nipples were so hard they hurt. Worst was that the bus was filled to the brim and she could feel that a couple of people cupped a feel of her tits, her butt, and one daring man dared to put his finger inside her wet pussy -- she was even further humiliated to realize that the man knew this excited her! -- and finger fucked her until his stop came by, in which he grabbed her clitoris and pulled sharply making her orgasm just by the sheer surprise of being violated in public like that. She was lucky however, that no one raped her. Although it did come close to that. When she had to stop, she was unlucky enough that she was way in the back and that even if she called the stop three blocks early, she still ended up having to walk two blocks back. Which was worse since she had to pass a gas station where there were lots of customers filling up their tanks. What a luck! :-: Her first teacher of the day, looked at her from head to toe and then said: "I've been notified of your predicament. For being made to suffer this, I'm going to make you do something at the end of the class for the viewing pleasure of all of your classmates here." She blushed heavily at that. She couldn't imagine what on earth the old man would do. At the end of the class, she found out. She was made to bend over at the waist without bending her knees and open her butt cheeks so everyone -- again! -- could see her pussy in all its detail. And then... what was worst, the professor hit her pussy twelve times with his open palm! It hurt! It really hurt. But what was more humiliating was how he made her lick his wet palm due to the juices on it. And then the teacher communicated her that everyday she'd be made to do something like that, to show her that even though she wanted to be a nudist; others didn't have to be imposed upon her wants. Most of her classmates snickered at her, some girls called her a slut. She felt humiliated. She was close to crying when her literature teacher made her sit down on the teachers desk with her legs wide open and bade to read out loud each and every time the teacher wished her to do. Being forced to expose herself like that and it only was the second period, made her feel really self-conscious. It was made worse by her own reaction to the conditioning she had been forced to serve the week before and her pussy immediately began to drip pussy juice on the floor. The teacher -- disgusted and fascinated at the same time -- told a student to get a janitor and get him to clean up. The janitor, a lecherous old guy got an up close view of her vagina and her pussy lips and her standing at attention like a tiny cock, clitoris. He left the rag on the floor and left with a smile on his lips. She blushed even further than before. :-: On her way to the library, she was met with several voyeurs. And then when she saw the steps... she almost cried. Everyone saw her opening up her legs and climbing up the stairs, providing a view most guys almost died for. A nerd who was putting books back on the shelves decided to squat down right next to her when she was looking for a book. When she tremulously asked him where she could find the book, he directed her elsewhere. When she came back and found the book she wanted was on the bottom of the shelf and that she had to squat, she became even more nervous at the idea that as she would do this, everyone who was at the other side of the shelf -- which was empty except for the book she wanted -- would be given the view to her pussy. Not that everyone had already seen her, but it was the principle of the thing. Later, when she went to the photocopy machine, someone pushed her from behind and forced her to go down on her knees and fetch her change. She was blushing the whole time she spent on the ground gathering her change, because she was sure everyone was focusing their eyes on her naked butt. After finally managing to get what she needed for an assignment, she left the library and went down to the cafeteria. When she found Becky, she was shocked to see Michael sitting next to her and wanted to hide, but found she couldn't since they had already seen her. "Hey babe!" -- he called over and once again drew attention to the naked chick. She was deeply embarrassed. He motioned her over and smiled charmingly. "Becky told me you said you liked being naked. I went to the dean this morning to get a absence permission slip and he told me about your letter." Karen despaired. What letter? She hadn't written any letter! "That must have taken guts Karen!" -- Becky said in an extremely sweet voice. She was incredulous of Becky's behavior. She acted like she didn't know what was going on as she sat down next to Michael. Michael decided he wanted to get frisky with her and began to part her legs. She decided that she didn't wanted that, but a glare from Becky told her to once again resign herself from getting used. She didn't say anything, but she could tell that everyone -- even if they weren't directly looking at her -- could tell what she was doing or rather what Michael was doing. "You like this, don't you? You little heathen! You should've told me you loved to be naked this much. I would've supported you all the way!" -- Michael stage whispered in her ear. And then he began to finger fuck her all the while eating his salad like this was an everyday occurrence. Karen was dismayed to realize that there was nothing she could say or do to change Michael's mind about her anymore. She was seriously screwed. She must have orgasmed at least three times -- two quietly and the other one not so quiet with all the moaning she gave at the end -- and realized that she was a slut. There was no way around it. She was a slut and she enjoyed doing this for real! :-: The day ended when Michael took her home. He came in and she was surprised to find that her clothes, her towels, her bed sheets, everything were all there! Nothing was out of norm. she looked fearfully at Michael as he seemed to be thinking hard about something. She wondered if she could go back to wearing the usual clothes and forget all of this happened in the first place, but Michael sat down and pulled out a thick folder. She wavered for a minute wondering what that could be. "Babe, would you sit down a minute? I was expecting to not come back until next week, but Tim called me and said that you had decided on being a nudist." Now with Becky out of the way, she could finally say the truth... "No... it isn't that. I... I... was being blackmailed by Becky with a couple of pictures you took of me naked." -- she confessed, hoping against hope that Michael would stay true and become the gentleman she always suspected him to be. "Karen. I don't know if you remember but, that first time we slept together, we were drunk as skunks. And you said whilst I was fucking you that you wished you could be like all the girls who weren't as self-conscious of their bodies as you were with yours. So, I asked you if you liked being naked in public... you said yes to all my questions... including public nudity. Now you may have been drunk, but that doesn't mean you were lying." -- he said as he began to pull out a tape recorder, and a bunch of incriminating photos. Her heart broke briefly. Her mind almost shattered instantly after her heart broke. She couldn't believe her boyfriend. He had deliberately used her. "You used me." -- she said. "Maybe. But it was all you. You could've protested and stood up for yourself, but you let yourself be manhandled by Becky. It's obvious to me that you hate touching girls. But you love exposing yourself to the crowd, to everyone and their mother. You love being put in an humiliating position. You can't have it both ways Karen. Either you like being a slut or you are prim and proper. There's no in between. So... here it is. Your confession. You confessed to a crowd that you loved to do this, that you liked being exposed to everyone and their mother, that it was your choice to be a slut." He played the tape for her and she was horrified to hear her husky voice saying what she had said the day before about liking to be naked in public. She sat down on the couch. "So, here's what we're going to do. I hold your life in your hands now. You'll do as I say or risk your parents and love ones learn about how much of a slut you are. You'd kiss your freedom and respect good bye, you know." -- he stated as a matter of fact. She felt deeply regretful. All this stuff for trusting her boyfriend with her body. :-: Four years later Becky was bitter. After Michael had come home, she was surprised to learn he held the ultimate card over her head. She couldn't blackmail Karen anymore. Karen didn't like lesbian acts. Karen doesn't like women period. He said it so definitive that it broke Becky's heart. He had gotten hitch with the lovely girl and had a slave at his beck and call. He was successful. And he had gotten to her the same way she did Karen. He blackmailed her with a photo of her going naked for a whole day at a place where most would get arrested for public indecency. Poor naïve her that thought she could beat Michael with a poorly made blackmail. The end.

Beach Bikini Shop byTexRiffraff© College girls share the thrill of showing off their bodies. All I can say is, thank goodness I'm not a coffee fiend. Otherwise, we probably would have missed a great opportunity. I'm Caitlin, and my friends Jessica, Alyssa, and Danielle and I were on a road trip. The four of us are practically sisters -- our parents attended college together and have been close friends ever since. We were all born within a few months of each other, and although we live in different cities, our families have vacationed together since we were four years old. Now we're attending college together.  Visually, we're peas from the same pod, nuts from the same tree. We're all size 8, occasionally a 6 or a 10, depending on the brand. Ally is the tallest, probably 5' 9, and Jessi is the shortest, about 5' 6. The biggest difference is, I'm a redhead, Dani is a honey blonde, Ally is a platinum blonde, and Jessi is a brunette -- her hair looks black until she's out in bright sun, then it reveals rich, dark mahogany highlights. We must look pretty good, since when we walk by, all the guys at the campus pool seem to lose their place in their conversations. None of us were interested in sororities, and none of us had a full-time guy, so for our freshman year, we spent a weekend a month exploring the sights and towns within a few hours of the college. That particular spring weekend, we had reservations at an inexpensive hotel about a ten minute walk from the ocean.  None of us had a Friday afternoon class, so after we parked our books and got packed, we were on the road by mid-afternoon. By dusk, we had our stuff unloaded into our hotel room. We found a wonderful diner, had a great dinner, explored the town a little, and took a moonlight stroll on the beach, splashing in the surf. Even our shared hotel room was a strain on our college-girl budgets, so there would be no sleeping in -- we could sleep in for free back at the dorm. The morning was magnificent, warm but not hot, bright sun, nice easy breeze rolling off the water. By 9 am we had eaten a light breakfast, and were settled on the beach, catching rays, and I have to say, turning the guys' heads. In our tiny bikinis, every time we'd get up to cool off in the water, I couldn't help but notice that all the guys snapped their heads around to get an eyeful, and a second, and a third. By mid-afternoon, we'd had enough sun for the day. We decided to head back to the room to drop off our stuff, and explore the little beach town in more detail. We'd shower and change into dinner attire -- shorts instead of bikinis -- later. We left the hotel, and Alyssa immediately spotted a coffee shop. Even this late in the day, nothing was going to stop her, Jessica, and Danielle from getting their daily fix. I guess I was the only one who wasn't fueling her academic efforts with caffeine, so I decided to pass.  Earlier, I had seen a sign in a store window that intrigued me, so as the others made a bee-line for the coffee shop, I told them, "When you guys are done, meet me in the bikini shop half a block up the street, I'm going to look around." I wasn't sure I had read the sign correctly, but when I got back to the shop, there it was: "Girls, Ask About Free Bikini Tops." Cool! Free is good. I pushed the door open, ringing a bell attached to it -- old school! An older guy at the counter barely looked up from his paper. I browsed a bit, and they had some seriously cute pieces. Strictly speaking, they didn't sell bikinis there -- the tops and bottoms hung on individual hangers, and were priced and sold separately. Each fixture had two racks, an upper one, holding rows of tops, and a lower, with bottoms. Similar pieces were grouped together, by style and color, so if you saw a top you liked, there was a choice of compatible bottoms right below it. The important point was, there were some great pieces there. I approached the counter, interrupting the guy's reading. "Yes?" "How do I get a free bikini top?" "Simple. You give me the one you have on, you can have a free one." I think I succeeded in not looking startled. "So it's a trade?" "No, when you put the new one on, I give yours back. You keep them both." "Okay, thanks." He went back to his paper. He probably got asked that a lot. Most girls would be unwilling to show their breasts in public, so I'm sure it usually went no further.  Usually, that is. There's nothing usual about me and my friends. Awhile back, we learned that we all get a special thrill out of being naked in public. I can't really explain it, other than to say that I find it seriously stimulating taking my clothes off in places where it's not the norm to be naked. It's obvious that Jessica, Alyssa, and Danielle do as well.  They had no idea what was awaiting them after coffee. I was ecstatic to have a head start. There was only one other customer in the shop, a very pretty blonde. She looked like she was slightly older -- probably out of college, but not by much. She had her boyfriend with her (possibly her husband -- neither of them wore a ring, but they may have taken them off for the beach). He looked rather bored, but was being a good sport and not complaining. I mulled over whether the price for the "free" top was too extreme -- for about two seconds -- and, my face, chest, and pussy glowing in anticipation, reached behind my back. I unclasped my top, and lifted it over my head. Feeling like my head was a pressure cooker with a stuck valve that was going to blow at any minute, I walked my top over to the counter, and handed it to the clerk. He looked surprised, and began to sputter some sort of objection. "Yes?" I asked. He picked up my top, placed it under the counter, muttered, "Nothing, nothing," and went back to his paper. The other girl's boyfriend noticed me before she did. His eyes caressed my breasts, which are large B-cups, or smallish C-cups, I guess depending on whether you think the bra-cup is half-empty or half-full. I admit they're not the world's biggest, but if I do say so myself, above my slender waist and (almost) flat tummy, they're quite nice -- full, round, firm. I've been told they're "delightful." I could practically feel his eyes on me, and I saw him suppressing a grin. He turned his head away from me -- he didn't want his lady to see him ogling me, but he followed my every move out of the corners of his eyes. A moment later, she noticed me, and quickly whipped her gaze over to him. Apparently he was watching me subtly enough not to be in trouble, so she returned to her browsing. My nipples responded to being out in the open by poking out almost painfully. I mean, I may be quick to pounce on an opportunity to get naked in public, but that doesn't mean I'm completely at ease with it. It's a thrill, but it's also a challenge -- it takes a lot of encouragement from my inner voice. At the end of the day, however, I've ended up feeling more regret from the times I've chickened out, and missed an opportunity, than the times I've shown my naughty bits to the world. I started out in the middle of the store, where I had seen some really cute tops, but after a few minutes, having only one pair of eyes on me wasn't very exciting. The store had a large front window onto the sidewalk, surrounded by a sampling of the store's goods, that was where I wanted to be. When I got there, four cute guys, also college age, were walking past the shop. One of them noticed me, and it barely took a nano-second for the rumor of the topless girl in the window to spread to the other three. As if they were a single eight-footed creature, they skidded to a stop. Needless to say, all eight eyes were all on me. They stared at me through the window for a moment, then casually, nonchalantly, entered the shop, as if that's where they had been headed the whole time. The shopkeeper looked up from his paper. "No loitering, guys. If you're here to make a purchase, welcome. Otherwise, customers only." Like explaining the rules for the free top, he seemed to have made that speech about a gazillion times -- in a shop that encouraged girls to get half-naked, I'm sure he often had to run off gawkers. The boys ambled over to the only guys' rack in the store, which had some expensive board shorts, and a selection of rude (but expensive) t-shirts -- "Free Moustache Rides," that sort of thing.  The bell on the door rang, and I glanced over, expecting to see Ally, Dani, and Jessi, and not wanting to miss the priceless looks on their faces when they saw me. It wasn't them, however, it was a group of three girls. They weren't very pretty, and were rather over-processed to compensate for that, but by their clothes, shoes, jewelry, and condescending attitudes, they projected that they were from a completely different part of town. These girls were "the other half" that we hear about sometimes, they made me feel like I was from the wrong side of the tracks. They began browsing the racks, and didn't see me for a minute. Then one of them noticed, made a sour face, and said, "Eww, I don't think this is our kind of store" to her friends.  I tried to explain, "No, it's for a free bikini top," but they weren't interested in hearing. As they exited, I heard one of them say, "Whatever, I mean, how much could a bikini top cost?" "It's not the money, lard-ass," I thought. Out on the sidewalk, they corralled their boyfriends, who must have been parking the Hummer or the Bentley, and herded them away from the premises. Aah, I got it: shield the dudes from any distractions. By now the attractive blonde had made her selection, paid, and was leading her guy out of the store. He smiled, and gave me a small nod of encouragement. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.  The four guys each selected a t-shirt, and having stalled as long as possible, finally had to pay. They slowly ambled out the door, and turned back up the sidewalk toward where they came from, but that was just so they could cruise past the window again. A moment later, they made a u-turn and passed the store a final time, going in their original direction. I gave them a wave. Two of them looked away, as if they had been 'busted,' one of them smiled, and the fourth one smiled and waved back.  I began to see why the shop would do something as financially reckless as give away bikini tops -- that's four t-shirts they definitely wouldn't have sold if I hadn't been here, tits out, to lure them in. My business professor would be proud of me for recognizing that the store's profit margin was probably much higher on t-shirts than on bikinis, so even with zero revenue from the top I was going to get, the store was dollars ahead, in both sales and profit. I went back to browsing. The bell over the door rang, and this time it was my friends. I paused and looked their way, wanting to savor every nuance of their reactions to my state of dress.  They didn't react at all. Completely neutral, they dispersed into the racks of bikinis, checking out the swimwear. Ally said, "Cait, sorry for the delay, there was a line at the coffee shop." None of them flinched, blinked, double-took, or said a word about my titties hanging out. I was sure they had glanced at me, and they couldn't have missed noticing that I was topless. Dani said, "Ooh, Jessi, check this one out, you'd look great in it." I was getting seriously irritated. I mean, I'm one tiny piece of cloth away from being buck-ass naked, and they can't even notice? I put my hands on my hips and glared at them, giving them what Jessi calls "the Dad look," and they all paused, and finally burst out laughing. They gave each other high fives, congratulating themselves on how they "got me good." Whatever! "How did you know?" I asked. "Easy," Dani replied. "We passed these four guys on the sidewalk, they were going on and on about the topless girl in the bikini shop." "Yeah," Jessi jumped in. "How they give away free tops if you take yours off." "I mean," Ally continued, "How many bikini shops could there be in this block?"  "And how many girls," Jessi finished, "would be as willing as you are to prance around a store half-naked?" Well, besides me, at least one: Dani was over at the register handing her top to the guy, who put it underneath the counter with mine. Ally and Jessi resumed browsing, with their tops on. "You're not joining us?" I asked. "Maybe later," Ally said. "I dunno," Jessi said, "I probably have all the bikinis I need." Typical. Practically every time we stumble on an opportunity to do something exciting, Dani and I jump on it, and Jessi and Ally lag behind, until Dani and I browbeat and cheerlead them into doing it. Then all four of us have a great time, and talk later about how awesome it was, how exciting it was to show ourselves, and how much we love it. Including how much THEY, Jessi and Ally, love it. Then the next opportunity presents itself, and we start all over. I was tired of it. "Yeah, you're right," I responded. "You probably do." That wasn't what either one of them expected. They were braced to defend themselves, and when I "agreed" with them, it left them deflated. Out the front window, evening traffic was increasing, lightly in the street, but heavy foot traffic on the sidewalk. Dani and I headed back to the window, to browse with the greatest audience. A group of three guys noticed us, and ducked into the store. The guy at the register gave his "No loitering, guys" speech, and they headed over to the t-shirts, keeping their eyes on us. Two couples strolled past the shop, maybe headed for an early dinner, and one of the guys saw us. He stopped, gestured at us to the other guy and their ladies, and they also came in. Another couple entered the store, but they came from the other direction, so it wasn't us that drew them in, but they noticed us quickly enough. "What are you doing?" that latest lady asked Dani. "The sign says 'Free Bikini Top,'" she responded, gesturing at the guy at the counter, "the catch is he holds yours until you put the new one on." The lady nodded, and resumed browsing. I noticed that Jessi had joined us and had her top off. Ally looked gloomy, she was having trouble taking the plunge. I sidled up next to her, and quietly said, "You know you'll regret it if you don't." She nodded, and said, "Would you just come with me?"  When we got to the register, I gave her a nod of encouragement, and rather than make herself more miserable by drawing it out, she quickly popped her top and handed it to the guy. He nodded, and put it under the counter with the others. The three latest t-shirt guys had made their selections, and crowded around us. They tried to chat us up, but when the cashier started ringing up their purchases, we slipped away and returned to the window. The t-shirt guys left the store, trying one last time to catch our eye. Right behind them, the lady who had asked Dani what we were doing and her boyfriend were also leaving. She held up a top for us to see, and chirped "thanks" at us. I hadn't even seen her get half-naked. The store was rapidly becoming a cacophony of activity. Guys were looking a t-shirts, girls were looking at bikinis, some of them with boyfriends, some of them in groups with each other. The guy at the register was giving his "No loitering" speech, and ringing up purchases.  Two other girls besides the four of us were browsing topless. Girls were buying bikinis. Guys were buying t-shirts. Girls were getting free tops. Guys were buying bikinis for their girls. Girls were buying bikinis AND getting free extra tops to go with them. A very cute guy appeared at my side, and said, "So, what's the deal?" I explained the free tops thing to him, and he said, "That's freakin' awesome! I gotta tell the guys in the band about this, we should do this with band t-shirts. Thanks!" Ally appeared at my side, and said, "Come with me back to the register for a sec." She had a really odd look on her face that I couldn't read. I went with her, wondering what was up. We had to wait in line, business was booming. When it was our turn, Ally said, "Um, could we, um, well..." and she faltered.  The guy looked at her, glanced at the line behind us of people waiting to check out, and patiently said, "Could you what?" She took a deep breath, and said, "Could we get free bottoms also?" Yay Ally, you go, girl -- I had no idea she had it in her to take such a bold step! The guy looked at her like she had grown scaly fins on both sides of her head. "You want free bottoms... That's not what the sign says." "I know it's not what the sign says, but could we?" He sighed, and said, "Why should I?" "You're the owner, right?" He nodded. She gestured at how crowded the store was, and said, "Look at what some topless girls have done for your business. Imagine what some naked girls would do." He grimaced, and said, "Look, I'm not licensed for nudity, and I can't afford to get closed down. I was barely breaking even when I put my little sign up, since then my business has more than doubled. Most days, a couple of girls get free tops. The police just look the other way because I don't sell kids' suits, and a little brief toplessness is fairly harmless." Ally pled our case, "We're not gonna do anything offensive, or blatantly sexual. If anyone gets their knickers in a knot, we'll cover up." He didn't say anything -- not "yes," but he definitely didn't say "no." That felt like "yes" to me, and Ally and I both broke into huge grins.  We moved off to the side, so the guy could ring up more purchases. Ally looked at me, and I looked at her. This was the moment of truth -- pulling off our bottoms was always stressful, but add on that this was the first time we'd done it indoors. It felt strange -- when you're outside, you can sort of pretend that what's going on is you're just naturally enjoying the outdoors. All the people around you are incidental, a minor distraction. They're outside, too, enjoying the sun and the fresh air. They're not necessarily there just to gawk at the tits and ass. Indoors is totally different. No one takes off their clothes to enjoy an indoor environment. Nobody basks in the sensuality of fluorescent light and air conditioning. There was no pretending that most of these people would have been here anyway, browsing bikinis -- they were there to look at us, and our breasts. It was clearly "Look, there's half-naked girls in the store, let's go check them out." There was another factor for me. Almost any girl who wears a swimsuit has to do some grooming "down there," but Ally had been the first of us to completely shave her pussy. I loved how it looked, and immediately decided I would do it too. I worried a little that it might be uncomfortable, but she assured me it wasn't, and more convincingly, she had kept hers shiny smooth. Just before we left for this trip, I had taken the plunge, and shaved mine completely bare. No one, not even the girls, had seen it yet. I mean, we got into our jammies last night and our bikinis this morning in our hotel room, but we didn't pay much attention to each other, so no one noticed. I was eager to show it off, but I hadn't imagined its debut would be so public. And so there we were, getting ready to bare our butts and pussies to a store full of people. I returned from my reverie to the here and now, and saw that the store was actually more packed with people than I had realized. The owner was ringing up more purchases. Ally simply lowered her bottoms to the floor, and stepped out of them. I realized that if I thought about it any longer, I was going to freeze up and it would become paralyzingly difficult. I hooked my thumbs in the elastic, and tugged down. I lifted my feet out, and held my bottoms out to the guy. Looking like he had swallowed his tongue, he put both Ally's bottoms and mine under the counter with our other pieces. We returned to the front window. Several people in the store were pointing at us. Jessi was in the middle of the store, surrounded by "admirers," and Dani was at the window, with some guys enjoying the view from the sidewalk. Ally and I settled in on either side of her. She didn't initially detect the change in our state of dress, but the guys definitely did. She noticed their reaction, and turned to us to see what was up. Her eyes widened, and she did her best Keanu Reeves, "Whoa." She said, "I'm in," and with no hesitation, pulled her bottoms off. The guys on the sidewalk had been looking like they were about ready to leave, but with this new development, they came into the store. They got the "No loitering" speech, and headed for the t-shirts. Dani took her bottoms to the counter, stopping off and collecting Jessi on the way. Jessi didn't look particularly happy about it, but followed Dani to the register, and with only a slight hesitation, pulled her bottoms off as well. Dani had also shaved her mound, leaving Jessi, who had a narrow landing strip, with the only pubic hair among the four of us. They joined Ally and me in the window, and Ally said to Jessi, "Feel over-dressed?" Jessi rolled her eyes at her, and groaned, but also blushed.  I had seen one particular bikini that I liked best, but I spent considerable time looking for a better one. Well, looking, but also enjoying being the center of attention of all these people. Probably three quarters of the people in the shop had come in because of us, and it didn't take long for the rest of them to notice us.  The guys just gawked and grinned. The gals showed a mixture of facial expressions: fear, that we were going to cross an imaginary line and threaten them or their fellas; curiosity, why we would be doing this; wonder, how we were able to be comfortable without clothes; admiration, that we were so confident; and envy, wishing that they had the guts to do it too.  A few did do it too, took their tops off, anyway. I saw several of them, but they made their selection quickly. Some of them had selected a bikini to buy, and they bared their boobs to get a second top to go with their new one. I told you, this place had some seriously cute pieces. I wasn't having any luck finding anything better than the one I had in mind, so I headed back to the rack where I remembered it. I hadn't seen Ally, Jessi, or Dani for awhile, and there they were, all three of them clustered around a single rack. Now, I'm not that much of a connoisseur of the female form, but I couldn't help but notice that my friends all have great asses. Firm, smooth, shaped like upside-down hearts. Adorable little dimples above each cheek. What's interesting is, each of the three was distinctly different from the others, but they were all spectacular.  We had been in the store for over an hour, most of it naked. Dani was the first to pull a top and bottom out of the racks. She had selected the exact bikini that I had been thinking of. Dang it! I didn't think two of us should get the same one, but I didn't really have a second favorite. Maybe it wouldn't count as the same if I got a different color. She had black, so I flipped through the racks and pulled out the same pieces in a gorgeous, rich turquoise. Dani looked at it and said, "I didn't see that, that's a beautiful color." I said, "I love it in black..." No further words were necessary, she handed me the black, I gave her the turquoise.  Ally joined us and checked out what we'd selected. "I was looking at that same one," she said, looking a little dejected. I guess she didn't think we should get the same ones, either. "They have it in red," I said. She perked up, red is her favorite color. She ruffled through the racks, and pulled it out in red. "Aww," Jessi said from right behind me, "that's the one I liked." "Look," Dani said, holding out the same suit in white. Jessi has beautiful, Mediterranean olive skin, and tans the deepest of all of us. "This would look great on you." Jessi held it up to herself, and we all nodded, but she wasn't sold on it. "Should we really all get the same bikini, even in different colors?" Ally answered, "I know for me, any time I see mine, or one of you wearing yours, it'll remind me of this amazing afternoon. I won't mind that at all..." Jessi seemed to like that, so she led us over to the counter, and got in line.  The guy had to have rung up over $1,000 in sales in the time we'd been there. When we got to the front, he asked us if we'd mind waiting for a moment while he rang up the items of the two people in line behind us. He directed us over beside the counter, where he had a dark velour shower curtain kind of thing hanging on the wall, and pulled out a compact digital camera. "I'd like to get a shot of each of you with your freebies, if you wouldn't mind," he said. One by one, he had us pose in front of the drape, holding up our new bikinis. Then, as a bonus, we posed as a group, Jessi and I kneeling in front, and Ally and Dani behind us. He retrieved our old bikinis, and put them in a bag, and we put on our new ones. He said, "Thank you, ladies, come again," smiling.  We turned to exit, but I had a question for him. "When I first took off my top, you were trying to tell me something. What was it?" With a twinkle in his eye, he said, "Most of the girls browse for their free top with their top on. They find the one they like, and only take their old one off when they get to the register." He shook his head, and said, "Including the photo, they're topless for less than a minute." Their loss, I say! : : : : : We created quite a stir, walking back to the hotel. The new bikinis were quite small, but quite stylin', and if I do say so myself, we looked striking in them. We hadn't worn cover-ups, but if even if we had, we wouldn't have put them on -- we were too energized by what we had just done to be anything but quite demonstrative. We modeled for each other, posing and dancing seductively as we worked our way up the sidewalk.  We definitely got noticed -- cars honked at us, pedestrians waved, people pointed. Even when we reached the hotel and turned off the sidewalk into the parking lot, people took notice of the four slender, shapely girls wearing almost nothing. : : : : : After another great dinner at our diner, we headed back to the beach. To be blunt, there was nothing exceptional about this beach town, there are hundreds like it on both coasts, as well as along the Gulf of Mexico. But for this weekend, it was OUR beach town, and it was paradise -- a full moon was shining, the water was warm, the tide was coming in, sand stretched forever in both directions, and a soul-stirring breeze came in off the water. The air was cool enough not to be hot, and warm enough not to be chilly. We strolled along the water's edge, our sandals in our hands, letting the surf overtake our feet when it wanted to. There were a few other folks also out enjoying the evening, but most of them seemed to be heading in. That's not unusual -- unless it's Spring Break, many beach towns get quiet early, even on Saturday night. Particularly if, like in this town, there aren't any bars or clubs near the sand. I stopped and stood where the waves washed past me, both coming in and going out. I love the sensation of the flowing water pulling grains of sand out from under my feet, sucking them down into the sand. In only a couple of moments, I was ankle deep. The four of us are good enough friends that no one feels the need to fill time with talking. Long periods of silence are always comfortable between us. So, I was the first to speak in a long while. "I'm going in," I said, pulling my shirt over my head. By the time anyone responded, I had my bra off, and was pulling my shorts down. "Me too," said Dani. I stepped back to sand that was clear of high tide, stepped out of my sandals, and piled my clothes neatly on them. I pulled off my panties and added them to the stack. Dani piled hers right beside mine. "Wait," said either Jessi or Ally, I couldn't tell, because I was already running into the waves. I love being naked in the water. I love how it feels, body parts that are usually covered getting wet, how the breeze cools those private bits of skin in between splashes. I was in heaven. I got sprayed a little more thoroughly than the size of the waves would create, and realized Dani was splashing me. I splashed her back, and turned away as she wound up for a huge one. Ally and Jessi joined us, Jessi mildly scolding us, "Sometimes I can't believe you two." Dani and I both splashed her in response. We carried on like that for a good while, splashing, cavorting. The moon was high overhead, so with our eyes adjusted to the night, it was actually pretty bright.  I ended up sitting on the sand, feet out toward the sea, in that middle zone where as a wave retreated, it left me dry, but then the next wave would surround me as it came in. I reclined on my elbows, enjoying the water rushing around me, and letting the breeze caress me. My pussy had me hypnotized -- the surf splashed into it every time a new wave came in, and as each wave retreated, the receding water would ripple over it, tickling it. In the moonlight, I couldn't take my eyes off it -- this was the first time since I had shaved I had taken the time to scrutinize it. "It's really different, isn't it?" Ally said. I hadn't realized she had settled in beside me. "I really like it," I responded. "You still happy with yours?" "Yeah," she said, but there was a tiny hesitation in her voice. "But what?" I probed. "Well, I've gotten a little tired of keeping it shaved."  "I thought you said you shaved it once a week, and that was plenty." "That's how I started out. But in a week, enough stubble comes in, that it's a bit difficult -- the razor really has to work hard. It's easier and much more comfortable to do it twice a week." "That's a lot," I sympathized. It actually didn't sound like that much, but I wanted to draw out everything she had to say. She paused, like she was reluctant to say whatever was next. I waited. "So, I had it waxed."  "Wasn't that painful?" She winced. "Yes! It was awful -- I had no idea. But, it's a week and a half later, and it's still baby-bottom smooth. If it really lasts a month before it starts to get scruffy, like they claimed, that may be the way to go." I nodded. Jessi and Dani settled in beside us. I noticed something about Jessi. "You shaved, too!" "Yeah, I thought you guys looked fantastic at the bikini shop, and I didn't have a lot left with my little racing stripe, so I took a moment and finished it off when we changed for dinner. What do you think?" "Looks great," we all said. As I had with their butts back at the store, I was taken with how different four slender, attractive girls can look. Our breasts, so similar in size, were so different in the details -- round or slightly conical, firm or a little bouncier, flattened out or slumped to the side as we reclined. Our nipples differed in size, shape, and color, even where they were positioned and which way they pointed.  And our pussies -- I mean, I've never really thought much about pussies, so I had no idea how much variation there can be from one to the next -- how much slit rises above the Y-shape made by the creases where our thighs meet our tummies, whether or not the clit or the inner lips peek out of the outer lips, and if they do, whether they're crinkly or smooth. Amazing. : : : : : I forget who arose first, saying, "Maybe it's time to get back." I forget who noticed that our clothes were gone. Gone. As in, no longer there. Washed away by the surf. It was my fault, I was first to strip, they all put their clothes with mine. What I'd thought was the high tide line, wasn't. How fucking stupid... At first we thought we were just looking in the wrong place, but there, surrounded by wet sand, were five sandals, and three of our little beach purses, which were basically nothing but canvas wallets with straps. We waded out into the surf, hoping that the water had claimed our things so recently that we could locate them. We managed to find the other three sandals, and the fourth purse. Those were apparently the only things that floated. Everything else was gone. We went through our handbags, and most of our critical possessions were present -- drivers licenses, credit cards, cash, and car keys. What was missing was our room keys. "I had mine in my pocket," I said. "Me too," said the others.  "Nobody had it in their purse?" We all shook our heads. Unbelievable. So there we were, blocks from our hotel, not a single bra, shirt, pair of panties, shorts, or room key between us. "Now what?" I said, fear rising in my gut. "We've gotta figure out how to get back to the hotel," Jessi said, sounding a lot calmer than I felt. "Without getting arrested, or assaulted," Dani added. She didn't sound calm at all, she sounded more like what I felt -- panicked. Remember how I complained about Ally and Jessi, earlier? Cancel that -- in this difficult moment, they really rose to the occasion, and took charge. Jessi said, "Calm, girls. No need to get agitated, we're gonna get through this. We'll laugh, later." Yeah, MUCH later, I thought. Ally said, "First, we need to figure out where we are -- I have no idea how far we strolled when we first got here." Jessi said, "Look down the beach -- there's no one to bother us, so come on, we'll solve this one step at a time. First, let's find the street we came in on, then we'll figure out how to get to the hotel." We set out walking. Like most beaches, there were 55-gallon drums lined with trash bags every twenty or thirty yards, so we proceeded, from one of them to the next. There weren't many cars up on the road, but if we saw headlights while we were between trash drums, we'd dart to the next one, and hide behind it until the car passed. "Maybe we should wave down the next car, get them to help us," Dani said. "I don't think so," Ally said. "I think four naked girls getting into a stranger's car isn't a very good idea. Besides, it's not like we're miles from the hotel, we can get there without help." Dani nodded, looking rather grim. We reached a point that we all recognized as the street the hotel was on. Walking along the deserted beach had been easy, now the tricky part was beginning. I guess I'd always realized that there was a downside to being naked in public, I'd just never thought it through. Obviously, you're vulnerable. What surprised me is that, when I wasn't in control, when it wasn't my choice to be naked and exposed, I wasn't quite as eager to be seen. In fact, I was quite eager NOT to be seen. Our next step was to work our way across the sand to the road. It was more difficult, without the trash bins to hide behind if any people or vehicles appeared. We crouched, and ran in little spurts, like commandos in those action movies that guys love to watch. We made it to a trash bin on the sidewalk and regrouped. Directly across the street was a small bike shop, closed at this time of night. Its door was inset from the front, creating a small alcove off the sidewalk, just large enough to shelter the four of us, let us plan our next move.  I pointed that out, and was ready to run over there, but Jessi said, "Wait. Let's think about it. The front of the shop is brightly lit, so it's not a great place to hide and stay unseen. But look around the back -- there's a carport kind of overhang, it's probably where they keep the rental bikes when they're open. It's dark, that would be a better place to start." Nobody disagreed, so we dashed across the street. I surprised myself -- for the very first time since we began exposing ourselves in public, I held an arm across my boobs, and a hand over my pussy. I noticed that the others did the same. Dani said, the stress obvious in her voice, "Great, we're across, and it's dark, but now somehow we've got to get around to the front so we can start working our way up the street toward the hotel." Jessi said, "Maybe not. This is a small town. Only the main street, behind us, has businesses. Look," and she pointed across the alley, "the street in front of us is residential. It'll be darker, have less traffic, and have more hidey places than the business street. The hotel is up four full blocks, then in the middle of the fifth block. I seem to remember that the parking lot backs up to an alley, and I think it's this one that we're on." Dani said, "These are long blocks..." Ally ignored that, and said, "Let's try the alley for the first block. If there are enough hiding places to duck into, we'll stay on it. If not, we'll go over to the residential street for the rest of the trip." Amazingly, she made covering that distance, completely naked, sound like something we could actually do. The first block wasn't bad. We cautiously worked our way from one nook to the next. The businesses all had painted cinder block or brick rear facades, and the houses had fenced-in back yards, but there were insets and gaps. We divided the alley into small bites, and conquered them one at a time. We ran from the bike shop about twenty yards to a business that had an alcove for receiving deliveries. We paused for a moment, made sure the coast was clear, then ran another hundred feet to a nook behind a house, where they put their garbage cans for pickup on trash day. And that was how the first block went -- run, pause, scout out ahead, identify our next safe zone, and dash to it.  We soon found that we could run faster if we didn't cover our breasts and pussies. It was scarier, I felt way more exposed, but getting to each safe zone faster felt like more of an advantage than being less exposed, so that's how we all did it.  We had selected our next nook, and were one deep breath away from dashing for it, when a car turned into the alley. We dived back into our hiding place, hearts racing, wondering if we'd been seen. The car passed, apparently without noticing us. It was an older couple, I guess they lived in of one of the homes -- the houses all had their garage or carport in the back. We found the carports the most useful for shielding us. They were open enough to hold the four of us, but also sheltering enough that we felt adequately concealed while we scouted our next move. We were in a carport when the second car came down the alley, and again, they seemed not to notice us. Halfway down the block, the next few houses had garages, which of course had their garage doors shut, making the space useless to us. On the business side, there were just plain flat walls with no recesses. It looked like we might have to retreat and start over, going down the street in front of the houses. Then Ally noticed that the middle yard between the garages was one of the few with no fence, and we were able to duck into the yard. A few more carports, and we reached the first cross street. It took a few extra deep breaths to get ready to cross the street, it was the most exposed we had been since we left the bike shop. We made it without incident. We continued up the second block the same way -- carports, and a few recessed overhangs on the business side. Then we ran into the same predicament as in the first block -- a row of garages, and flat, recess-free walls on the businesses. Jessi ducked out of our safe zone, and ran down the row, disappearing from view past the fourth garage. She leaned out and hissed, "No fence, c'mon." It was one of the longer runs we'd had from one hidey spot to the next, and we were all a bit winded, so we paused a bit to recover. Ally leaned out to scout our next stop, and Dani froze, looking at the house we were behind. "Um, girls..." she whispered. We all turned to see what concerned her. At first, I saw nothing. Then, there it was, a tiny red dot. We were out in the moonlight, but the house had a small covered porch, so the red glow was shrouded in deep shadow. I squinted, trying to adjust my eyes, then the dot disappeared. I continued staring, covering my breasts and pussy. The red dot reappeared, and finally my eyes adjusted to where I could make out its source -- it was a man, sitting in his back porch chair, smoking. He made no move, threatening or reassuring. "Ladies," he croaked. "C'mon," Jessi said, and we took off running. We hadn't pre-scouted this move, so it ended up being a longer run than usual before we found our next hiding place, hearts pounding. We took a short break, to catch our breath and gather our wits. We only had one other close call. As we dashed across the side street from the second block to the third, one of those long beer trucks turned off the main street, catching us full in his headlights. He skidded to a stop, and we all froze. None of us even remembered to cover up, so he got the full visual tour -- eight tits and nipples, four bald slits. Jessi saved the day, breaking us out of our stupor by waving at the guy, then grabbing two of our hands, and pulling us into the alley. That gave him the final naked bits, our asses, as we scampered away. By the time he got the truck back in gear, we were hidden again. We had to give up on the alley for the third block, there was almost nowhere to hide. We ran over to the residential street, and started working our way up the block. Most of the houses had wide front porches, providing us our choice of shelter. After the smoking guy, though, we weren't comfortable assuming that no one was out there. We felt more vulnerable on people's porches, it was a lot more likely that they would notice us, and either freak at our nakedness or consider us trespassing. Either way, they'd probably call the police. Also, there were street lights, so there weren't nearly as many dark spots for hiding as there had been in the back.  We maintained the illusion that we were minimizing our exposure by darting from hiding place to hiding place. The reality was, we probably would have been less obvious just strolling straight up the sidewalk from one end of the block to the other. I mean, the kind of frantic scurrying we were doing would definitely attract anybody's eyes, but someone has to glance at a nude girl a second or third time to be sure it's skin and not just neutral-colored clothing. When we finally reached the end and crossed over to the fourth block, we returned to the alley, and fortunately, it had ample hiding places. We finally crossed the fourth street, which meant we had reached the block containing our hotel. We had an easy time covering the last half block, and our final safe zone was a service overhang at the back of the hotel. From there, there was no possibility of stealth -- the parking lot was open, brightly lit, and the office was all the way at the front, by the street. And the office was where we had to go -- all of our room keys had been in our pockets, which were washed out to sea. We just stood there for a minute, no one saying anything -- we were so near, but it felt so far. Jessi broke the silence. "You guys wait here, I'll go get a key. Be right back." She set off toward the office, back straight, chin high, as if there was nothing unusual about being out and about without a stitch of clothing on. When she had only taken a few steps, I said, "Fuck it, I'm not letting her do that by herself," and I jogged up to join her. A few steps later, Ally and Dani were in lock step with us. There was one guy out in the parking lot, searching through the luggage in the back of his SUV, trying to find something his wife or kids needed. He stopped and stared, uncomprehending. We got to the street, and turned to enter the office. A couple of cars were passing by, and honked wildly at our nakedness. We entered the office, and all was quiet -- not much activity in a budget hotel in a small town this time of night. No one was at the desk, but we could hear a TV, volume low, nearby. Dani rang the bell, and a young guy, pretty close to our age, appeared from the back. "Can I hel-" was all he got out before he saw the state we were in.  Our room was registered in Jessi's name. She showed the clerk her ID, and he gave each of us a new key. He ran the cards through the magnetizer as slowly as possible, I noticed, taking in all the scenery, scanning and recording all our body parts into his personal memory.  I've never been so happy to see the inside of a cheap hotel room. We all took quick, hot showers, washing away the salt from the ocean, the dirt from the alley, and the stress from our trek. : : : : : The four of us have been friends literally since before we can remember. We have grown up to be healthy, sexual beings, but as friends, we're not sexual with each other.  With a couple of exceptions: on a different beach, the first time we had gotten completely naked in public, laying elbow to elbow, we had all rubbed ourselves until we came.  And after a different adventure, without Jessi or Ally, Dani and I got so aroused that we went down on each other. We gave each other mind blowing, shattering orgasms. Afterward, I was very grateful not to sense any awkwardness between us. We agreed that being sexual with each other wasn't really who we are, and it was just an isolated incident, not the beginning of something. And that we saw no reason for the others to know. Our hotel room had two double beds. Jessi and I shared one, Ally and Dani the other. That was a better sleeping arrangement than two of us taking the beds while the other two slept on the floor on bedrolls, palettes, or hotel cots. We were perfectly comfortable sharing beds BECAUSE we weren't sexual with each other -- seeing each other naked, even a little cuddling at night, was just a casual expression of our friendship. Nothing sexual about it. We know that it's a step beyond what most friends are able to be at ease with, and to us, that just makes it more special. Jessi whispered, "Are you asleep?" I whispered back, "Nope, wide awake."  She paused for a minute. "Are you tired?" "A little, but not really. More, um..." "Aroused?" "Um, yeah." "Me too. " "What do you wanna do abou-" She interrupted me with a kiss. A deep one. Open mouth. After a tentative moment, tongue.  She was a great kisser. My pussy flooded. I heard smacking, slurping sounds from the other bed. "We can, like, totally hear you over here," Ally moaned. "I think all of us, um, are, um, feeling the same need."  "You guys just go for it," Dani continued. "We're going to." Then there were more slurping and smacking sounds. Jessi pulled me in for another kiss, caressed the tops of my thighs, locating my slit with her fingers. She rubbed up and down for a moment, discovered how wet I was, and buried a finger inside me, then two fingers. I returned the favor. After a few minutes of that, as good as it felt, I wanted to go for something more concentrated and intense. It never occurred to me, until my tryst with Dani, that when receiving oral sex, it makes a huge difference who is giving it. The few times that guys had gone down on me, it wasn't that great. They put a minimum of effort into moving their tongues across my outer lips. Backed with almost zero knowledge of the physiology down there, it was very uninspiring.  I had always heard that receiving oral sex was spectacular, life changing, but until Dani, I had never experienced that. It's not that I'm in love with Dani, or girls in general. I definitely prefer guys, but it turns out that a little enthusiasm goes a long way, and none of the guys I had been with had ANY enthusiasm for cunnilingus. Although neither Dani nor I had ever given a girl head before, actually having the equipment in question provides a lot of insight into what feels good. Insight and enthusiasm -- let's see how far they can take us. I began to lower myself down Jessi's body, intending to launch her into orbit. I kissed her nipples for a moment on the way down, and kissed her tummy. When I passed her navel, she whispered, "Wait, are you sure?" "Yup," I hummed, "I want to." "Okay," she moaned, "but, wait a minute." She began to twist and turn. I wasn't sure at first what she was doing, then it clicked: she was flipping herself over, so she could do me while I did her. We settled on our sides, laid our heads on each other's lower thighs, and lifted our upper legs up and out of the way, providing full access to the sensitive bits. I felt her head sliding over my thigh toward my slit, and I lowered my face to her pussy, tasting another girl's sex for the second time. Dani told me later that she and Ally 69'd too, Ally on her back, Dani on top. The sensations from Jessi's mouth were incredible. I don't know exactly what she was doing, but it was exactly what I needed. In this position, however, I wasn't just there to enjoy, I needed to provide Jessi as much pleasure as she was giving me.  I admit, I don't know what I'm doing down there, but I like to think I have a pretty good imagination, and I did things that seemed like they would feel good. I caressed the length of her slit with the soft part of my tongue, working it between the outer lips, to the softer inner tissues, and I homed in on her clit, giving it more intensity, more soft direct stimulation, sucking it out of the soft tissue enclosing it, and vibrating across it with the tip of my tongue. (Aside to any guys at school who I might go out with: ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION?) I must have been doing something right -- she slowly squirmed, wiggled her hips, pressed her pussy harder onto my face, and moaned deeply.  She was definitely doing something right to me -- at this rate I was going to explode, soon. Her mouth on me, and my mouth on her, it was like they were the positive and negative nodes of a high-voltage power supply -- when they both connected, the electricity flowed. All the circuits lit up. Mine did, anyway, and from her wriggling and moaning, I was pretty sure that Jessi's did too. My orgasms are usually explosions, overtaking me in a tsunami of sensations. This one was different. It built from nothing, just a radiant glow of pleasure from tongue on pussy. From there it built, a little bit at a time, getting bigger, bigger, more intense, building some more, growing, growing, mounting, increasing, climbing, intensifying, expanding, escalating, snowballing, growing some more, increasing some more, I thought it would never peak. Through all that, I maintained a lock on Jessi's clit, sucking on it and washing my tongue back and forth across it. I was practically screaming onto it from the intensity she was giving me, and I think she might have been screaming onto mine, that would explain the vibration I was feeling. When her orgasm arrived, her body went completely rigid from its power, and I felt mine do the same thing. My thighs clamped down hard on her head, and her thighs clamped down on mine. That shut us both off from being able to breathe, so, sadly to say, we weren't able to attain a state of infinite, perpetual cumming. What I did feel, though, was freakin' amazing. The next few minutes were a blur. One of us must have flipped around so we faced the same, and we held each other tightly, trembling with aftershocks. Sleep came easily, and quickly, and was deep and long. After everything that happened Saturday, when Sunday morning dawned, college-girl budget or not, we slept in. : : : : : On the road, about halfway back to school, I started laughing. "What?" the girls asked. "I'm just thinking of that guy on his back porch, smoking," I said. "What's funny about him?" "He was older, not in great shape. With a house like that, I bet he's got a blue collar job, probably menial. He probably doesn't get out much, if ever. I was just picturing what people will think when he tries to tell them about the four naked girls that appeared out of nowhere in his back yard."

Born To Be Naked by atarizona79 "I know, Ma. Do you want me to temporarily go somewhere till they are here? Or I can try to wear clothes, it's just that..." "No, Jasmine. I don't mean that. I just wanted to give you a heads up. I don't want you to deal with the trauma of wearing clothes, ever again. Seriously, I just want you to be prepared for a bit of a drama, that's all. You know, how Pete can be so orthodox and dramatic sometimes." James and Andrew were listening to all of this without offering any inputs. "Well, we will deal with whatever happens when it happens. Jasmine, you have nothing to worry about," her father assured her. "Thank you, Dad!" Jasmine knew she could always count on him. After dinner the family spent some more time on the deck talking on different topics. Jasmine decided to skip studying for the night. After all, she deserved a night off. "I am going to split," James announced, yawning. They all said their good nights and retreated to their bedrooms. "Hey, Neha, how are you doing?" Jasmine said when Neha answered her call. "Good, except I am getting too horny hearing your voice" "Well, if it is any consolation to you, I started touching myself in the anticipation of hearing your voice," Jasmine said. She wasn't kidding. "Meet me now," demanded Neha. "I can't go out at this hour. But if you want to come over, I will be here for you." Neha thought for a moment and said, "See you in ten minutes." Jasmine met Neha at their property gate. "Let's leave your car here," Jasmine suggested. They could hardly keep their hands off each other. They walked side by side with their arms around each other's waist. While Jasmine was naked, Neha was wearing only a pink t-shirt that wasn't long enough to even cover her buttocks fully. Jasmine realized she was not wearing underwear when her hand slipped down from Neha's waist. She kept grabbing on Neha's ass as they walked. Jasmine did not want to bother her family with their voices, so she led Neha to the far end of their garden under the gazebo. As soon as they were under the gazebo, Neha dropped to her knees and started eating Jasmine's pussy hungrily. She held on Jasmine's ass firmly as she continued to work on her pussy. "Sex is so convenient when your partner is always naked," Neha mumbled. "You are not wearing so much yourself." "Yeah, I didn't want to overdress." "Well, you are overdressed," Jasmine said, peeling off Neha's only piece of clothing over her head. They made love on the sofa under the gazebo. They tried their best to keep their voices down and nobody seemed to have noticed them. "My parents canceled their plan to visit my uncle this weekend. Instead my uncle is visiting us for a couple of weeks." "Oh, okay!" Jasmine sensed the disappointment in Neha's voice. "I know, it's a bummer. I was looking forward to spending some time with you. But we can always sneak out like we did today." "Yep, that works, just meet me at the gate like you did, your security guard is creepy. I gotta get going. Got an early shift tomorrow morning," Neha said, searching for her t-shirt. Jasmine found it and handed it to her. As Neha slipped on her t-shirt, Jasmine kept looking at her admiringly. "What?" Neha asked. "I like your look. You are not naked but not dressed as well. It is so sexy." "This is what the girls at my hostel used to wear while lounging around. All of them, myself included, wore bras and panties too. But I stopped wearing either due to someone's bad influence on me lately." "I wonder who that could be," Jasmine said, putting a hand around her shoulder as they started walking towards the gate. She stayed there till Neha's car was out of sight. Jasmine, contained, slept peacefully that night. She was able to spend time with people she loved most. The containment did not last long enough though. James stopped in his tracks, when he was passing by her bedroom next morning, "That time of the month, Sis?" Jasmine was sitting at her desk, topless, wearing jeans shorts. That usually meant she got her periods. "No, I just love these shorts too much," Jasmine said, sarcastically, without looking at him. James knew she was going to be miserable for the next few days so he left her alone. Finally when Jasmine's periods were over, she went back to being herself, full of life and love and everyone in the family was relieved. Meanwhile, Rosie got busy preparing for her brother's family visit. She had her staff clean the guest bedrooms which were already squeaky clean and change the linens and dust the furniture. She usually did not cook but when they had important guests visiting, she took charge of the kitchen. She briefed her cooking staff on what she expected. She spent several hours shopping. The presents for everyone were already wrapped in shiny papers. "Take it easy, Ma. Don't burn yourself out," she would tell her mother when she worked relentlessly. Her mother would go to Jasmine's room several times to ask for her opinion on something or when she needed advice on certain arrangements. "Ma, should I be worried?" Jasmine asked, looking down at her naked body when her mother was in her room. "I hope not, dear. When he insisted on visiting, I told him about your nudity. He shrugged it off. So, hopefully, everything will be alright." "If I am not wrong, their children are about the same age as James and I, right?" "Rob is a year older than James and Tina is a year younger than you." Chapter 3 James went to fetch his uncle's family from the airport early Saturday morning. It was a four hours drive each way. By the time they reached home, it was late in the afternoon. Following their tradition, Andrew, Rosie and Jasmine stepped out of the house to meet and welcome their guests. Pete and Rob were tall and a bit on the heavy side. Tina was exactly opposite, a short and petite young woman. Pete's wife, Andrea, was still a stunning beauty. Tina seemed to have gotten her looks from her mother but she must be a late bloomer. When they all hugged each other, Jasmine got all kinds of reactions from them. Uncle Pete was amused, Andrea Aunty just scoffed, Tina was in awe and Rob was short of drooling all over her. Jasmine was experiencing awkwardness that she never felt before, with her immediate family. Several times, the conversation in the room just stopped when she walked in. Her father and mother tried to keep everything normal for her and also took her along for as many family activities as she was willing to participate in. During one such family picnic, Jasmine was sitting cross-legged directly across her uncle and aunty. The disgust she noticed in Andrea's look, when Andrea looked down at her pussy, made her get up and walk away. This wasn't going to be easy. Of all her guests, she found Tina the sweetest. She hung out most of the time in Jasmine's room and kept asking her many questions. How did it really feel to be naked like that all the time? Was she ever embarrassed by the nudity? How did she gather the courage to go naked? The questions would go on and on. Jasmine would patiently answer her. But she sensed that there was something more behind these questions. "Tina, have you ever tried it, I mean staying in nude?" Jasmine asked. "Do you promise you won't tell anyone?" Tina asked and continued without waiting for a response, "to be completely honest, yes, I have tried. But it was only when I was alone at home. I can never think of staying naked in front of everyone, as much as I would love to." "I see. You can try that with me, if you would like to. You know I am not going to judge you," Jasmine said. Tina was happy and nervous. "Where should I try it?" "Right here. Let me close the door," Jasmine said, closing her bedroom door. She knew her family would be surprised to see the closed door. Tina removed her clothes slowly but she was still very hesitant. "It's okay, here, wrap this towel around till you feel comfortable." Jasmine went back to her study and Tina sat on her bed doing something on her tablet. Tina's anxiety slowly died down. She went to the bathroom and when she came back, she left the towel in the bathroom walking in completely naked. She looked even thinner without her clothes. For a twenty year old woman, her breasts were almost non-existent. But all that mattered was that she was naked and seemed to be enjoying it. This became their daily routine over the next few days. Tina would come to Jasmine's room, strip and stay naked. Whenever she had to step out she would get dressed. She slowly gathered courage and continued to step up her game. She started following Jasmine outside her room, especially at night, when there was no risk of being seen by anyone. "I am ready," Tina said excitedly, one day. "Ready for what?" asked Jasmine. "Ready to embrace my freedom." "You are already doing that for the last few days," Jasmine reminded her, pointing towards her naked body. "I mean, I am ready to go naked in front of everyone." "Are you sure?" "I am one hundred percent sure. Please don't talk me out of it. We will be leaving in a couple of days. If I don't do it now, I will never be able to do it. It is now or never," Tina said. Tina had been imagining this scenario secretly since her father told them about Jasmine. Jasmine has been her idol. "I am going to go naked to the party tonight," Tina felt nervous when she heard it coming out loud from her mouth. But she was determined. The party was organized by Jasmine's mother as a farewell to her brother's family. She was glad that their stay was almost towards the tail end without any major drama. It was going to be an outdoor party by their pool. Beth's family, Neha and a few other close relatives and friends were invited to join in their celebration. "Okay," Jasmine said. Though she did not know what would be the end result of Tina's adventure. She was worried but she did not want to discourage Tina. "I need your help to make an entry into the party, if you don't mind. I think it is going to be the most difficult part and if I do it alone I will definitely get cold feet even before stepping out of this room," Tina said. "Whatever you need, dear," Jasmine said, patting her back. "So when you go to a party naked, do you generally need any different kind of makeup? I mean there are no fancy clothes to make you look good, right?" Tina asked. "Yeah, there are a few things you can do differently. How about I show you instead and you can help me as well? It's about time we should start getting ready for the party anyway." "Okay, sure," Tina said, excitedly. Jasmine first took shower. Her bathroom door was open so Tina could see her through the shower glass door. She walked out of the bathroom, dried herself and then dried her hair. "We will go from head to toe, okay?" Jasmine said and sat on the swiveling stool in front of her vanity table. "Do you want to set my hair?" "Sure," Tina said and started working on Jasmine's hair. "How does it look?" Tina asked when she was done setting her hair. "This is inspired by an ancient Roman hairstyle." "Wow! It looks nice. Now I will do the face makeup, it is pretty standard." Once she was done with her usual makeup, Jasmine said, "Now comes the fun part. Can you grab that jewelry box over there?" Jasmine took out two identical rings that had studded diamonds all around them. She handed them to Tina. "What are these? They look different than finger rings?" Tina asked curiously inspecting them. "Yeah, these go on my nipples. Do you want to help me put them on?" Jasmine asked. "Sure, so, should I just slide them on your nipples?" "Yes, slide them all the way in. It makes the nipples look longer. You may want to first touch my nipples to erect them so that the rings fit snuggly." Tina had never touched a girl like that before. "Can I just suck on them, instead? That will give some lubrication too." "Good idea," Jasmine said, slightly rotating the swiveling stool towards Tina. Tina was on Jasmine's right side. She sat on her knees and started sucking on her nipple. "Is it hard enough?" Tina asked, examining the progress of her work. She answered herself, "maybe a bit more," and went back to sucking. When she was satisfied with the result, she stopped and slid the ring on the nipple. Then she looked at Jasmine's both nipples, slightly leaning backward to get a better view, and touching the right one said, "This one definitely looks longer and more beautiful." Then she moved to Jasmine's left side and tugged on her nipple a couple of times before she started sucking on it. She took much longer this time which seemed completely unnecessary. With all that sucking Jasmine's pussy was getting wet too. Once both the rings were in place, Tina again stepped back a couple of steps to check it out and said, "That looks awesome." "Indeed," Jasmine said, but she was actually looking at Tina's nipples which were tiny but fully erect. "Okay, now the necklace," Jasmine said and fetched a white pearl necklace from the box. She handed it to Tina. Tina went behind her, put it around her neck and latched it. The necklace was long enough to reach over her boobs. She then reached over Jasmine's shoulder to guide the end of the necklace through her cleavage between her boobs. Tina proactively looked into the box and fetched a thick, long golden chain. "What is this for?" "That's the next one," Jasmine said. She stood up and wrapped it around her waist, placing it just below her belly button and latched it on her left hips. There was a small ruby that dangled from the chain and rested on Jasmine's upper thigh. Tina held the ruby in her fingers, "Wow, this looks so beautiful." "Okay now moving further down. Keep in mind when you are naked in public, a lot of people are going to check out your boobs, pussy and ass." She rotated her stool again and opened her legs wide open. With a hand gesture she asked Tina to sit down in front of her pussy. "Can you check if there is any residual hair there? I like it absolutely clean." Tina leaned in closer and touched Jasmine's pubic area very gently as if the visual inspection was not enough. "Nope, no hair whatsoever," Tina confirmed. She was so close that she could smell Jasmine's pussy. She instinctively touched her glistening labia. "I know, I am a bit wet down there," Jasmine said. Tina pulled her hand back, "Sorry!" "That's okay!" Jasmine told her. She then fished through the jewelry box again and handed a long teardrop pearl to Tina. "These are disposable. Just peel the paper behind it and stick it right above my pussy." "Okay, before I peel it, tell me exactly where you want it." Tina moved in closer. She put her left hand on Jasmine's pussy and made a V shape with her two fingers to loosely mark the possible position to stick the pearl. "Is it okay here?" Tina asked, moving the pearl around. Her left thumb inadvertently slid into Jasmine's vagina during the process. She did not bother removing it. "Right there is good. Just above my clit," Jasmine said. Tina peeled the paper to expose the sticker and placed the pearl carefully in the position. Then she applied pressure to ensure it is properly stuck. Jasmine was still sitting there with her legs wide open when James and Rob barged in, opening the door which was not locked. "Whoa! Why are you naked Tina?" asked her brother, Rob, shockingly. "Hey, leave her alone," Jasmine told Rob. "You look nice," James said, seeing her enhanced look. "Thank you!" Rob sat in front of Jasmine and bent down to level his head with her pussy. Her legs were still wide open. "Is that a piercing?" he asked, pointing to the pearl above her pussy. "Quit it, Rob. And no, it is not a piercing," Jasmine told him. "What do you guys want anyway?" Tina asked. "Nothing, we just wanted to check on you. We were bored," Rob answered. "Okay, we still need some more time to get ready," Jasmine said. "Do you mind if we just hang out here?" Rob asked. Girls looked at each other and shrugged. "That's okay, just close the door," Jasmine told them. James closed the door. The boys walked over to the window to look down at the progress of the party arrangements. Girls went back to their thing ignoring their brothers. "So, what's next?" asked Tina. "Let's see here, my bracelets and earrings," She said and grabbed them from the jewelry stand. Tina helped her put on her earrings, while Jasmine slipped the bracelets on her arms. Then she got up and grabbed her high heel sandals and put them on, one at a time while sitting on the edge of her bed. "Your pussy looks too wet, is that okay?" Tina asked. "Yeah, that should not be a problem. It looks alive when it is moist." "Okay. Let's see your finished look then," Tina said. Their brothers turned their attention to her as well. Jasmine walked to the end of the room and did a little walk on the runway. She looked absolutely gorgeous. When she reached closer to them she posed, like the models do at the end of the runway. All three of them clapped. "There are a couple more things I want to show you. Now I wouldn't use those today, to keep it modest, but if I were to go to a party, say, only with my friends, I definitely would like to look sexier." Jasmine reached out to another jewelry box and pulled out a shiny, chrome object with a bright blue crystal at one end. "This is a butt plug. It is pretty self explanatory, I guess," she said laughing. Tina grabbed it from her and turned it around in her hands to check it out. "Can you show me?" Jasmine, without any hesitation said, "Sure. Here, I will let you insert it in my ass. Just use a little lube over there." Jasmine climbed on her bed and got on her four. This was way too interesting for the boys to miss. They immediately moved in the right position to get the best possible view. "You guys are perverts," Jasmine said. But they just ignored her. Tina applied lube on the butt plug. Then she went behind Jasmine ensuring that she did not block the view for the boys. First she put two fingers in her mouth and did small circles around Jasmine's butthole with her wet fingers. Then she slowly inserted a finger to check the tightness. It was pretty tight. "Are you sure this won't hurt you?" Tina asked, sounding concerned. "I am positive." Tina gently pushed the lightly lubricated end of the butt plug into Jasmine's butthole. She was still worried that it may hurt her. But Jasmine's assurance helped her and she kept pushing it in slowly and firmly. Finally the whole shaft of the butt plug disappeared inside her and only the round, blue crystal remained outside. Jasmine wiggled her butt happily. The brothers moved in closer for a better look but Tina shooed them away. "I guess it won't be visible when you walk though," Tina said. "That's right. This is more of a tease, whenever I bend. But I do bend over often to show it off when I use it," Jasmine showed them what she meant by getting down the bed and bending over, just enough for her butt plug to be visible. "Awesome!" Rob said, visibly excited. Jasmine got a text from Neha that she was about to reach. Jasmine responded to her text quickly and threw the phone on bed. "We need to rush, the party will start soon," Jasmine said. "You said there was one more thing, right?" Tina asked. "Yeah, there are a few more things, but let me show you the one I meant, real quick." Jasmine opened her wardrobe. It was practically empty. She took out a piece of clothing which looked like a top. "Ok, this is a crop top. Let me put it on, it is easier for me to show it than explain," Jasmine said. She put her arms through it and carefully pulled it over her head. It was made of glittery, metallic looking silver colored fabric. The top draped her boobs just falling short to cover her nipples. Both her adorned nipples were still visible. Jasmine stood with her hands on the hips to give them a better look. "Isn't it too short?" Rob asked. "That's the whole point." Just then, there was a knock on the door and James opened it. Neha entered and closed the door right behind her. "Rob, Tina, this is Neha, my friend and Neha, they are Rob and Tina, my cousins," Jasmine introduced. "Are you also a naked girl like Jasmine?" Neha asked Tina. "No, no. I am just experimenting, I am not as bold as her," Tina said shyly. Looking at Jasmine, Neha said, "You look ravishing, don't tell me you are going to the party like this." "Nope, I went a bit overboard while showing Tina what you can do to look better while naked," Jasmine said. "Well, then let me take a good look at you," Neha said and she held Jasmine by the shoulder. Then she lifted the edge of her top, to get an unobstructed view of her nipples. She also touched the ruby dangling from her waist chain, just like Tina did earlier. If it wasn't for everyone present in the room, they would have been all over each other by now, especially when Jasmine looked so inviting. "Wonderful," Neha said. Jasmine removed the crop top and put it on the back of her chair. "Ok, let's go downstairs, the party is about to begin. Tina, do you want me to stay and help you get ready?" "No, you guys carry on, I will be right over." Everybody except Jasmine thought Tina was staying back to get dressed. "Oh, I almost forgot," Jasmine cried out as they stepped out of the room. Then she whispered to Neha, "I still have the butt plug inside me. Neha, can you help me remove it?" "With pleasure, but let me first see it," Neha said, putting her hand between her butt. Jasmine pulled Neha inside the bedroom. She made sure Neha was behind her then bent over, once again, holding the back of her chair. Neha turned around and found that the guys also stalled. "You guys go on, we will be right over," Neha said. Neha sat on her knees, under Jasmine's spread legs and looked up. "I see there is more than just the butt plug that needs to be taken care of." She went under Jasmine's legs and sucked on Jasmine's pussy lips till she got all the juices. She liked her taste so much. Then she slowly moved her tongue to her ass and pulled the butt plug out with her teeth. "Thank you so much," Jasmine said, taking the butt plug from her mouth and kissing her lightly. She did not want to ruin their makeup by getting into any rough act. Tina just stood there, like a deer caught in headlights. Jasmine and Neha walked out of the room leaving Tina alone. Tina stayed in Jasmine's room, waiting for the right moment. When almost everyone who was invited was there, she called Jasmine's phone and asked her to come up. "Okay, I need your help now," Tina said and told Jasmine her plan quickly. Both the girls walked down. Everybody was out at the party, so Tina was safe. Tina walked very close, right behind Jasmine. She was almost invisible behind her. They went through the sliding doors of the porch, still good. The music stopped and all the lights at the party were turned off. Only the porch lights stayed on. This caused almost everyone to look at the porch at once. Then slowly, Tina stepped to the side coming in full view of everyone. There were several audible gasps among the crowd. "What the hell are you doing?" Tina's mother yelled and raced towards her. Her father was right behind. They both covered her naked body with their own and almost pushed her inside the house. The party mood changed. There were whispers all over. Jasmine grabbed the microphone and announced, "Guys, it is no big deal. It was just another naked girl. Don't act like you have never seen one in your life." Jasmine was so charming that she could commit a crime and walk away smiling. There were chuckles and laughs and the people immediately went back to enjoying themselves. Few minutes later, Tina and her parents walked in. Tina was wearing clothes this time. The party, however, continued like any other party. People got drunk, sang songs on karaoke, danced, argued, laughed and had a blast. Jasmine was happy to be able to spend time with Neha. Tina remained quiet and pretty much stayed in one place, shielded by her parents. Sometime after midnight people started departing. Tina just followed her parents, keeping her head down, when they left the party. When Jasmine went inside, lights were out and all bedroom doors were shut. Jasmine woke up early and got right to her studies. She was glad she only had a couple of beers last night. Anything more and she would still be in bed. The house was awfully quiet. It felt like the calm before an impending storm. Jasmine was just bracing for the impact. She started hearing voices as everyone was getting up and around but she stayed put in her room. "Memsahib, your mother wants you to join the family for breakfast," it was the maid. "I will be right there." "This can't be good," Jasmine said under her breath. Her mother never sent for her, she just yelled from downstairs. When she walked in the dining room, everyone was already there. She took her usual place at the table. For the first time, she felt that she should not have come there naked. She could feel the eyes on her even though she was not looking at any of them. There was food on the plates but nobody had touched anything so far. Pete cleared his throat and Jasmine thought, "Here you go!" Then he started speaking, "Well, last night was very embarrassing, to put it mildly. Andrea and I are very disappointed; I was just short of slapping Tina. Rosie, I did not want to ruin your party, so I controlled myself. Before we came here, we knew what to expect. But watching someone on the stage and getting yourself on the stage are two totally different things. We did not anticipate what it would do to our daughter when we allowed her to hang out with your naked daughter." There was contempt in his voice. Jasmine was getting furious but she knew that her mother would never hear a word against Uncle Pete. Jasmine and Tina just kept looking down avoiding any eye contact. Somehow, Jasmine felt like an accomplice. Pete hadn't finished talking. He continued, "Tina, her mother and I had a long conversation last night about the events leading up to the party. Tina is a timid and introverted girl. She was picked on in school all her life. She barely speaks up even at home, going naked in front of everyone is out of question for her. When she arrived at the party naked and stepped out into the light, she broke out of her shell. There was a sparkle, just for a moment, in her eyes that we have never seen before." It was Andrea who spoke next, "I think what happened to Tina in the last few days changed her forever. And it was the change we always wanted to see in her. We do not want to take it away from her. To sum it up, what we are saying is, if you do want to go around naked at home, we are okay with that." She was speaking looking directly at Tina. Everyone at the table looked at Andrea and then Tina, they were not sure if they heard it right. "Excuse me?" Tina said. These were her first words since morning. Andrea was smiling, "You heard me right, dear. Go on and strip if you wish. We are leaving tonight and you are free to stay naked until then. Just dress up before we leave for the airport." Tina looked at Pete as if she needed additional confirmation. Pete nodded. Tina got up and ran upstairs. The mood around the table changed instantaneously. Andrew called on the servers to remove cold food on their plates and bring in hot breakfast. Andrea said, "Jasmine, I owe you an apology. I judged you without really knowing you." "Aunty, it is absolutely okay." Tina came back, naked. She slowly slid into her chair and everyone at the table carried on with their conversations without any interruption. Both naked girls hung out all day together. They even swung over to Beth's house in the afternoon and ate lunch there. Rosie handed out the presents she had kept ready. The bags were already packed and airline schedules were checked frequently. Finally, it was time for Pete's family to leave. Everyone stepped out, again as their family tradition, to see them off. There were hugs and kisses. Tina, who was clothed then, couldn't hold back her tears anymore when she hugged Jasmine. "I am going to miss you a lot," Tina said through her silent sobs. After the final goodbye, James stepped on the accelerator of his SUV and they were gone. Jasmine felt like she needed to clear up something, at least with her mother. Once they were inside she said, "Ma, just so you know, I did not provoke Tina to get naked. It was solely her decision." "I know dear. I am not mad at you. In fact, I am very happy and relieved. Pete and Andrea had been mean to me for years because of your public nudity. I had to silently take on their blows. And I cannot just ignore him; he took care of me like my father after our father passed away. So I do care for his approval. It is also the reason I had to overcompensate with everything. But today everything changed. I am no longer a punching bag. Seeing Tina naked all day among us made everything right for me." Then she hugged her ever naked daughter and kissed her on her forehead. Jasmine did very well in her final exams and graduated at the top of her class. She was the first ever student to attend the convocation ceremony wearing nothing but the graduation hat and black sandals. Over the next few months, James started to work closely with his father and strived to be his predecessor one day. The bond between Neha and Jasmine continued to strengthen. They had both secretly agreed that what they had between them was definitely more than just experimenting and started thinking about their future together. It had been more than seven months since Jasmine graduated from college. She seemed occupied with something. Finally, she thought, she had figured out what she wanted to do with her life. One fine day she told her father that she was ready to discuss her plans for the future. "Dad, remember when you told us about generating wealth, it is a big part of my plan," Jasmine said. "What I am proposing to do is going to be big and your naked daughter will no longer be hush-hush. So before I start spinning the wheels, I want to make sure you are onboard with me." Jasmine was talking to her family and Neha whom she had invited to be part of this discussion. "What exactly are you thinking of doing?" her mother asked. "Neha, remember Becca? We met her a few months ago at Poornima," Jasmine asked. "Yes, I remember Becca and Don." Jasmine said addressing everyone in general, "We met Rebecca and Don Davis, well known reality TV producers a few months ago. I did not know they were famous back then. Becca, as she goes by, planted an idea in my mind about a reality TV show based on my life. I spoke to her a few times recently and she is still very much interested." "So you are going to do a TV show?" James asked. "Yes. But that is not my endgame. It is only a small part of a huge plan." She went to her room and brought her handwritten notes. She was leaning over the table, with a pen in her mouth, shuffling through the notes to find the right papers. Her boobs were hanging down. Neha wanted more than anything to just slip under them and suck on them. Jasmine walked them through her plans in detail. It took her a long time to go through the entire thing. It was pretty obvious that she had spent a lot of time and put a lot of thought into the proposal. "It is a very, very long shot," her dad said when she finished explaining. "I know, Dad. But even before that, I need to know if you guys are ready for it. What I am thinking of doing is going to impact not only us but so many people," Jasmine said. "why don't we give it a couple of days to just decide whether to pursue it or not?" Neha already confided in Jasmine that she is on board with her. And she finally sucked on those boobs that had teased her for the last three hours during the whole discussion. After a couple of days, her father and mother told her, "Well, we only live once. And if this is what we have in our fate, so be it. If you really want to do it, you have our full support. It is going to be a hell of a ride." Jasmine knew her parents supported her in almost everything but she was not entirely sure about this one. She hugged both her parents and asked them to wish her luck. "I am going to send you the contract, please read it carefully, take your time," Becca told Jasmine on the video call. "Do you have any suggestions for the name of the show, Jasmine?" "Born to be Naked," Jasmine responded. She signed a multi-million dollar contract for "Born to be Naked". The TV show crew arrived a week later. After several planning sessions, the actual shooting date was set. The idea was to follow Jasmine and keep shooting with minimal interference, as she carries on with her life. So she would have at least a couple of crew members following her wherever she went. "I have great news, dear," her father couldn't contain his excitement as he entered the house. "We have all the required permits." "The timing couldn't be more perfect, we are working on the last episode of season one. I think, with this news and the success of season one so far, we are in the perfect spot to reveal the big picture to our audience," the Director suggested. It was Jasmine's idea to release the episodes as soon as they were ready with minimal editing. This would serve two purposes, first it would make it more natural and 'live', and second it would gain attention and publicity rather quickly. Whatever was telecasted in season one was a huge hit so far. Well before the first episode was broadcasted, Jasmine had her own staff including her lawyers, personal secretary, public speaker, financial advisor, marketing team, so on and so forth. They were going to conclude season one revealing Jasmine's big plan and it would set the stage for the next season. The set for this recording was crucial. Jasmine was sitting at the center, naked, and her family and friends were behind her in a semi circle. "Thank you for the overwhelming responses to 'Born to be Naked'," she said directly into the camera. "As season one comes to an end, I want to share with you what we are going to do next. As you know and have seen so far, I have broken all the norms, customs and traditions. Nobody could have ever dared imagine that a woman can go naked just about anywhere and she can do just about anything without wearing any clothes, especially here, in a conservative country like India. Since the entire world learned about me through this show, I have received hundreds of thousands of queries from girls, across the globe, who are motivated and have expressed a strong desire to live naked just like me. But they know it may not be possible for them. What I experience, being always naked, is so divine that it will be too selfish to not share it with everyone. So what we are going to do is create a magical place where it will be possible for anyone to experience it. You will be able to visit this magical place, not on TV, but in person. When you visit it, you will be part of that experience. Any girl could experience what it is like to be Jasmine. We are building (drumroll) a naked city. You will see in season two, I traveled to several renowned nudist places across the world to gather ideas for designing this city. The biggest nudist place currently is in France. Ours is going to be at least four times bigger and much better. In this city, anyone, men and women, could go naked anywhere and anytime. There will be no restrictions or laws around nudity. In fact, nudity will be highly encouraged everywhere. And yes, it will be all perfectly legal; we have worked it out with the government. The several miles-long beaches are going to be just one of the several attractions here. There will be a water park and an adventure park. There are going to be restaurants to serve food from all major cuisines of the world. Two five star hotels along with several affordable hotels are beginning construction very soon. We are breaking land for a huge casino next week. We will have everything you expect to find in a big city. We have had so much interest that we literally had to pick and choose who can build here. For those who wish to live here permanently, there will be several opportunities to buy or rent. This place will be open to anyone in the world as long as they follow the rules defined by this city's administration. There is going to be a big visiting center at the entry and will provide all the information. Lastly, the city limits will be heavily guarded 24/7 to deter any unwanted elements. We expect to open the gates of our new home to the world exactly in one year from now. The best part of this mega project is that you will be able to watch the progress through this show. I cannot wait to see you all here, naked. Good bye and see you in season two." 2 Years Later It was a Friday evening of a summer month, in the city which was now officially called as Jashn (means celebration). A black limousine was cruising through the city. There were several shiny high-rise buildings in the distance. There were beaches on one side of the road. People were leaving after spending the day at the beach. Pedestrians of different ages, ethnicity and background were out enjoying themselves and most of them were absolutely naked. Several college girls were skating on the sidewalk, they were also naked except for their helmets and knee pads. On the other side of the road were several restaurants with outdoor seating. Most of the tables at the restaurants were occupied and several patrons were enjoying their food and drinks, without wearing any clothes. The limo turned and was now moving away from the ocean. It stopped at a red light. There was a new college and dormitory across the street. A big group of college girls was crossing the road. The girls were wearing only tops of different length but nothing else. Going bottomless was a new trend among the college girls in Jashn. One of the girls screamed, "That's Jasmine," pointing a finger at the limo. They all ran to the limo and Jasmine lowered the window. Mobile phones started clicking pictures. Many of them asked for a selfie and Jasmine gladly allowed them and even posed for them from inside her limo. "A lot of new girls seem to have adopted our lifestyle," Neha said, once they started to move again. Neha was also permanently nude for over a year. "Indeed," Jasmine said. "But I like the naked girl sitting by me the most." Neha and Jasmine got married a few months ago. They were earning a ridiculous amount of money. At their ages, they were one of the richest couples in the world. Neha gently kissed Jasmine. Then she started sucking on her nipples and inserted a finger in Jasmine's pussy. "I know how you like your nipples to look hard and your pussy wet when you are going to make a public appearance," Neha said. "You know me so very well," whispered Jasmine and closed her eyes. The limo pulled in front of the new casino that they built very recently. Their entire family was waiting because it was the grand opening of the Casino. Jasmine pointed to the huge sign that displayed the name of the casino - Neha's. When Jasmine and Neha got down on the red carpet, the paparazzi clicked their cameras crazily. There was a mix of naked and clothed people all around. Tina had arrived in Jashn for the occasion. She ran to Jasmine and hugged her. "So nice to see you, finally. I am never going to wear clothes ever again!" "You don't have to, dear," assured Jasmine. "I don't see much of you anymore. But why should I, you are a big celebrity," her father teased her. She ran in her father's embrace, "I am still your same silly, naked Jasmine, who loves you most in this world, Dad! The End

Barely Legal by JRyter Chapter 23 Ms. Ellen Landers can really swim. She hardly even makes a ripple, she swims so smooth. She may be a pound or two overweight, but it looks damn good on her. She’s tan all over too, even in her butt crack - I got a good look at her butt, as she bent forward to dive off the side of the pool. Her pussy doesn’t look any larger than my tight little pussy, and I’ve just now started fucking on a semi-regular basis. I wanted to kiss her pussy as soon as I saw it. Jake? Well, Jake is another story altogether. He’s a tall lanky, redheaded boy - and though he has long legs, a huge cock, and a small, tight butt, I can tell he has something going on with his body that’s going to make an appearance real soon. I know boys’ bodies as well as I know my own body. Jake Landers is on his way to becoming one of the most popular boys I know. He could possibly be the next Bobby Cenneli in our school, and I just want to be one of his friends, because I know he’s going to have girls following him around like a momma dog with a litter of hungry puppies, whimpering along behind her. That reminds me, I need to somehow meet his cousin, Laura. I’ve heard enough about her that I’m determined to see her naked and get some of her pussy too... “Jake does your cousin Laura ever come over and swim naked with you and your Mom?” “No, I really believe she despises me for some reason. I don’t know what I’ve done to make her feel that way. I’ve always been nice to her, but she just looks at me with a strange expression, and walks away.” “Well, Mel and I would love to meet your Gramps Landers today, if we can. You said he likes girls and you know Mel and I like men as old as Mr. Dick.” “Mom told me that Laura is working part time for Gramps at his dealership. Maybe if you and Mel can get her to like both of you, she will like me too. We need to go down to his dealership anyway, after we swim, and fuck Mom.” “Hey, I like the way you plan things. Maybe I can help you get Laura to like you.” “I have no doubt about it. I’d even put my money on you and Mel getting Gramps so excited, he will pay you and her for just a peek at your pussy. Shit! I’ll even put money on Laura wanting some of your sexy ass, too.” “You help Mel and me make that happen, and I’ll see to it - Laura Landers, changes her feelings toward you.” “Gramps has a private office next to his business office, and I’ve seen him naked with his two secretaries.” “You peeped?” “Heck No! I watched them. Gramps showed me how to open the medicine cabinet in his private bathroom and watch them through a glass window.” “Damn, you’re making me horny. Let’s go fuck your Mom. You need to fuck Mel too. You’re going to love her pussy, as much as I do.” Mel swam up to us and rubbed her titties against Jake’s arm, then smiled and swam away. “Get that ass, Jake. She loves it from behind, just don’t put that cock of yours in her asshole.” Ms. Ellen was sitting on the side of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. I swam over to kneel in the water, right in front of her. When she smiled at me and opened her legs, I moved closer and pressed my titties against her pussy. “Denni, I hope you and Mel will be our friends for life. If I had a daughter, I would want her to be just as bold and adventurous as you. I can just look at you and my pussy gets wet with excitement. You are so beautiful, and yet you’re happy just being a young girl who loves life and loves making new friends.” “Thank you for telling me that. That’s exactly the way I feel about myself, too. I love meeting pretty girls who love being adventurous like me, and I love meeting beautiful women like you, who are comfortable being with naked teenagers. You are so sexy, and if I was a boy Jake’s age, I would ask you for some pussy.” “Since you’re not a boy, does that mean you don’t like pussy?” “No, but I wasn’t sure about asking if I could eat your pussy, as you sit there smiling down at me.” “You remind me so much of Laura when she was your age. She was adventurous too, but she was shy about letting others know she likes pussy. She and I were swimming and I took my swim suit off to get some sun. She did too, and I hugged her. That was all it took. You’ll never guess what she asked me.” “To teach me how to love a woman?” “YES!” “And you did?” “I sure did and we still get together. She’s shy about being naked in front of Jake, to the point of avoiding him, it seems. Honestly, I think she would love to see him naked and do a little exploring on her younger, male cousin. She’s asked me a hundred questions about him. I asked her once if she would like to swim naked with Jake and me. She told me yes, but she’s not ready yet.” “She wants her cousin, doesn’t she?” “Yes, and I have a feeling that as soon as she meets you and Mel, she will gather enough courage to at least show Jake she cares about him.” “Is she on birth control?” “Yes, and I know why you asked me that.” “I don’t want Jake to get her pregnant. Not anytime soon, anyway. I want her to be sure, and I want to help her fuck him the first time.” “When you set the trap for Laura and Jake, you should set one for Gramps Landers - my father-in-law.” “Have you ever trapped him with your sweet little pussy?” “No, but I have come so damn close to asking him to fuck me, many times. I’m sure he knows I’m willing, but it’s like he’s afraid I’ll say no.” “If I can make him want to fuck me, will it be alright if I tease him about fucking you?” “What will you tell him about me?” “That I ate your pussy and yours is the sweetest, tightest pussy I’ve ever eaten ... if you’ll open your legs wider and lean back, I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll want to fuck Gramps Landers, just as much as I do.” “I was a girl your age - the first and only time my pussy was eaten by a female. Already, you have my pussy dripping.” “Did you eat her pussy, too?” “Yes, and that was the only time. They moved away and we never saw each other again.” “Lean over and kiss me, then I’m going to eat your pussy. If you want to join me, let me know and we’ll both eat pussy right here beside your pool.” “I wish I were as bold as you ... I wish some of your boldness would rub off on Jake, too. That boy could have all the girls and most of the married women following him around, if he had half the self confidence you possess.” “If we go to Landers, will you come with us?” “Hurry, Denni. You have me shivering, I’m so ready to join you, Mel, Jake and Laura as we fuck and suck each other - at Gramps Lander’s.” She opened her legs wide, and I reached back to grab her buttocks. As I pulled, she raised her butt to slide out to the edge of the pool. I kissed both her titties and sucked her nipples, before putting my hand between her titties, to push her back. She’s leaning way back, with her arms behind her for support as I kiss her pussy, just before looking up at her between her huge titties. “I love the taste of your pussy. I’m going to eat you now, and I want you to come in my mouth. If it’s good for you, get all the comes you can, while I drink your cum.” I do love this woman’s pussy and I love the taste of her cum too. She can really let loose and fill my mouth as she hunches my face. As soon as I started eating her pussy, she grabbed a handful of my wet hair with both hands and pulled me closer. I was so excited, I was trying to hunch the side of the pool when she pulled me up by my hair and pressed her lips to mine. She fell back and pulled me up with her. My belly was pressed against her slick pussy, before she pulled me up until my titties were pressed against her huge titties. I was about to get my come, she was making me feel so good. There were two beach towels spread out next to her, and she rolled me over on them, with her beside me. With her face next to mine, she smiled and told me, “I want to eat your pussy, Denni. You are so sexy and so eager to love. And now, you have me wanting to drink your cum.” When she turned around to get on top of me, I was looking up at her sexy ass and her tight pussy. I wanted to eat her right then. Before I put my mouth over her pussy, I told her. “If I was a boy, I would lie on top of your sexy ass and fuck you from behind. I love your ass and you can just get ready too, I’m going to eat your ass too, as I eat your pussy.” “Eat me, Baby. Here comes Mel and Jake to join us.” “Make sure he uses a condom when he fucks me. I haven’t been on the pill long enough to trust them.” “I had my tubes tied years ago and I love the feel of Jake coming inside my pussy. I’m sure you know by now, that boy of mine can come forever.” “I love the way he fucks too. Damn, I love his cock and I hope his Gramps has one just like it.” “Jake says he does. He told me his Gramps fucks those two girls who’re supposed to be his secretaries, until they beg him to stop. He told me that his Gramps pays those girls in cash, each time they fuck. You and Mel need to remember that. He may pay both of you if you perform well for him.” “I love fucking for money. Have you ever taken money to fuck someone?” “No, but I’d fuck Gramps Landers for free, if he wants some of my pussy. He’s a big tall, handsome man for his age. Just wait until you meet him. You’ll want him to get naked with you and Mel - Laura too, if she’s there today.” “Does he treat Jake good?” “OH - Does he ever! He lets him watch as he fucks his secretaries, as I told you - and he pays him lots of cash, just to empty his garbage. I shouldn’t tell on him for this, but I see Jake smiling ... He even pays Jake to fuck his secretaries while Gramps takes pictures and makes videos of them.” “Mel and I love fucking on video.” “When you and Mel meet Laura, you need to talk her into getting naked with you, right there in Gramps office. I honestly believe she would fall for you like all your friends, and probably join all of you as you fuck, in right there in Gramps office.” “OH WOW! That makes me so fucking horny, I could let Jake fuck me with his naked cock - as long as he doesn’t come inside my pussy.“ “I would love to put his cock in your pussy, so I could lie underneath you, while licking his cock and balls, and your pussy too.” “DO IT! “Jake, don’t you dare come in my pussy!” “I won’t. I’ll take my cock out and shove it inside Mom’s pussy. She can’t get pregnant, and she loves it when I come inside her.” “Mel, you come over and sit on my face, so I can eat your pussy. We need to get this fuck party done and over with, so we can head over to Gramps Landers, and can get him naked with us.” I love the feel of Jake’s big cockhead slipping into my pussy from behind. I could feel Ms. Ellen’s long tongue licking my pussy, just as his cockhead popped into my pussy. FUCK! I got my come so fast, it was over and I was wanting another one by the time Jake had all of his cock inside me. Mel was hunching and riding my face like I was a pony and she didn’t own a saddle. If she gets to fuck Gramps Landers, I’m going to be under her like Ms. Ellen is me, and I’m going to make her go wild when I lick and eat her pussy from behind, I felt Jake’s cock begin to swell and I tried to yell for someone to knock his horny-ass off me before he comes inside my pussy. Then, suddenly he was gone just as I started coming - and I wished his cock was back inside me. They’ve got a big shower outside like we do - and Mel and her Mom too. All of us showered and soaped and laughed. Mel and I put our blouses and miniskirts on, and Ms. Ellen put an almost sheer dress on, without panties or a bra, after Jake and I told her to leave them off. “I can see my nipples, as plain as if I’m naked!” “We love looking at them too ... I’ve already made up my mind, I’m going to hug Gramps Landers as tight as I can, so he’ll know I’m not wearing a bra.” Ms. Ellen told me, “If you do, I will too. I’ve never hugged the man, and now, all of you teenagers have me wanting to fuck him.” Jake said, “I hope Laura is there. I’m going to try real hard to act more like a man, and see if she’ll accept me as her cousin, at least.” I told him, “Jake, if she’s there - when all of us start hugging, you grab her and hug her so tight, she can’t get away. When you turn her loose, I’ll hug her the same way and tell her that I love her cousin Jake - and I hope she’ll come swim with us at my house. I’ll even tell her that we swim naked - just to see what she says.” “Do it, Denni - and I’ll make it up to you somehow, if it takes the rest of my life.” We motioned for Ms. Ellen to enter the showroom first, then Mel went and I followed her. I looked back and Jake was right on my rear. He smiled and nodded toward the middle of the showroom. I looked around to see Ms. Ellen hugging a very pretty girl, and I whirled to ask Jake, “Is that her?” “That’s Laura Landers. Damn, Denni, she gets prettier every day.” “She is beautiful, and she’s looking this way. I want to meet her now. I hope she likes me ... She’s still hugging your Mom and looking this way. She see’s you and she’s smiling.” “She sees you ... She never smiles at me.” “Let’s go get some of her sexy ass. Look at the way she’s hugging Mel, and look at them holding onto each others back ... OH HELL! Mel just put both hands on Laura’s butt, and she’s still smiling. I’m gonna get me some of her sexy ass.” “I’m scared, Denni.” “When I motion for you, I want you to come up and put your arm around my waist. I’m going to have my other arm around Laura. Do this for me and I’ll let you come in my pussy.” “She’s still smiling. Damn, my cousin is beautiful.” Ms. Ellen was standing beside Laura, and Mel when they stopped hugging and groping. She motioned for me, and I pulled Jake with me. “Denni, I want you to meet my niece, Laura Landers. “Laura, this is a very dear friend to Jake and me. Please give Denni Walker a warm hug like you gave Mel and me.” “Hi Laura. You are just as beautiful as Ms. Ellen and Jake told us you were. I love your long hair too. Please, give me a hug and let me be your friend.” “Denni, I have heard your name so many times, and I’m glad we get to meet. Mel told me I need to be ready for you, because you love pretty girls and I told her - I love Denni Walker already.” “Did you really? If there wasn’t so many people watching, I would kiss you right here.” “I’ve never been kissed, by a boy or a girl. Will you show me how? I mean later, since Jake and the others are watching.” “I met your cousin Jake last week and we had so much fun swimming together. I shouldn’t tell on him, but we swam naked. Damn Laura, I do like your cousin a lot. I hope that’s alright. I need to tell you too, he told me he thinks you are the most beautiful young woman in our whole town.” “Did he really? Uh, are you pulling him close? Jake and I have never been this close. OMIGOD, you’re making us hug. “Jake, I uh, I mean, I ... Jake, can I have a hug too? I’ve wanted to hug you ever since you grew so tall three years ago. I’m not going to repeat what Mel told me about you, but I’m going to hug my cousin and see if that bulge really is you ... OMIGOD! Jake, that really is your, I mean, you down there, isn’t it. Hold me close, Jake. Hug me tight. Can you tell - I’m not wearing a bra?” I told her, “I knew you weren’t wearing a bra when our titties mashed together. I knew you were going to make Jake’s cock get hard when you pulled him close. If you’ll let me, I want that kiss now.” “Kiss me, Denni. I’m having such a warm, sensuous feeling all over my body. “Hold me, Jake I want to kiss you next.” I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled her close and rammed my tongue to the back of her throat as she sucked my lips and bumped my pussy mound with her pussy mound. She cupped my titty and I cupped her titty. “Kiss Jake, Laura. Your cousin is in love with you, and I hope you won’t hurt his feelings, by pushing him away.” “Kiss me, Jake. I’ve been so afraid that you wouldn’t feel the same way I do - I wouldn’t even tell you how I feel about you. OH JAKE! OH YES! “DENNI! You have your hand on my pussy ... OH YES, Move it just a little. “Jake, is that your hand too?” “Yes, Denni put my hand on your pussy. I wanted to, but I wanted you to tell me it was okay to feel of your pussy.” “We need to go inside Gramps office. He’s back in his private office with Rhonda and Beth. If we hurry, we can watch them do it.” “DO IT?” Jake asked - before I could. Chapter 24 Posted: 9/3/2020, 1:25:23 PM “Yes, you know what I mean ... They’re fucking, and I love watching them fuck. I hope y’all love watching people fuck, too.” I told her, “Hurry and show us. I love watching old men fucking younger girls.” “You do? You have no way of knowing this, but Gramps begs me to find him some young girls to fuck. I never have, but he told me he’d pay me - and them too - lots and lots of money.” “Have you ever fucked your Gramps?” “I’ve never fucked anyone. You’re the first person to even kiss me. Have you ever fucked a boy?” “I did once. OH DAMN Laura - I do love fucking. I think Jake wants some of my pussy too. I hope you don’t get mad at me, but I’d let him fuck me, and even let you watch us.” “We need to get Gramps in on that. He’ll pay lots of money to see Jake fuck you.” “Would you take off your clothes too, if we get naked and fuck?” “I want to, but I’m too bashful. Uh ... I shaved my pussy last night, and I’d be embarrassed for everyone to see me like that.” “Did you really? Do you like feeling your bald pussy?” “I love the way my pussy feels. If I were brave enough, I’d pull my panties down and show you, and Jake too.” “I’m not wearing panties or a bra. Take a look at my pussy and tell me what you think.” “OH WOW! I love your bald pussy too, Denni. Has anyone ever touched your pussy? I mean, other than that one boy you fucked?” “Mel and I are lovers. We love each others pussy. I hope you still want to be my friend, after me telling you that.” “I would love to be with you and Mel when you love each other. I’ve never been naked with a girl or boy, and I’m excited to have this conversation with you. Can we go inside Gramp’s office and take our clothes off? We can watch him fuck his two secretaries.” “Would you mind if Jake and I touch you all over your naked body, as we watch?” “I think I would like that. I mean, I want to, but I never have. Is Jake going to be naked too?” “Ask him, and we’ll go watch your Gramps fuck. I hope he’ll save me a good fucking too. I love to fuck, and you will too, if you let Jake and me show you how.” “Jake, will you take your clothes off when Denni, Mel and your Mom take theirs off?” “I will, if you will. I’ve always wanted to see you naked. Well, I’ve daydreamed of us being naked together.” “I’ve daydreamed about us doing that too, but I never thought you and I would actually be naked together. I’m excited, and I will if you will. Can we kiss again, I mean, while we’re naked?” “Sure, and I hope you’ll let me touch your titties too. You really have some big ones. Almost as big as Mom’s ... Uh, if Mom wants to take her dress off and sit next to us, would you let her touch you too?” “YES! I want to do it all. I mean, I want to do all the things you, Denni, Mel, and your Mom do with each other. I feel so good, don’t you?” “Do you ever touch your own titties?” “Yes, and I’ve tried to suck my nipples, but I can’t reach them. Do you suck your Mom’s titties?” “Oh Hell Yeah! I can make her come, just by sucking her titties.” “OH WOW! I’d love for you to suck mine. I’ve never had a come, but I really feel good at times, then it’s like I let it slip away before I can get to the really good part.” “Don’t sit over there. Come sit on my legs, so we can touch and talk. We’ll sit between Mom and Denni. They want to touch you too, if you’ll let them.” “Look through this big window - Gramps had installed yesterday. We can see him with Rhonda sitting on his legs like I’m sitting on yours. I can see his big dick going in and out of her pussy too.” I asked her, “If I told you that Jake’s cock is bigger than Gramps Lander’s cock, would you still sit on his lap?” “OH MY GOD! Jake, your cock really is larger than Gramps! Will you let me pull it up between my thighs when I sit on your lap? I’m not sure we can get your cock inside my pussy, even though my pussy feels like it’s dripping wet.” “Laura, pull his cock up next to your pussy, and I’ll show you how I love sucking his cock with it sticking up like that. You can slide forward, and I’ll suck your pussy too.” “OH WOW DENNI! You can take Jake’s cock way deep inside your mouth. I want you to teach me how to do that... “Jake, can you hold my titty, and kiss me while Denni is sucking your cock?” “I would love to. You better be careful how you slide back and forth on my legs - if Denni shoves my cock back, it could slip inside your pussy and we’d be fucking.” “Will you go slow and not hurt my pussy? My Mom told me that a boy will rip my pussy apart and I’ll hurt for life, if I ever let him put his nasty old dick in my pussy.” “Do you trust Denni, Mel and me not to hurt you? You can ask Mom if my cock hurts her pussy when we fuck. I don’t want to hurt you, I want to love you.” “Do you really? I have wanted to love you for a long time now. Can we start today? Kiss me again, and let Denni put your cock in my pussy. I’m so excited, I may just fuck you, for our first time.” Before I put Jake’s cock in her pussy, I leaned over and sucked her little pussy until she screamed, just as her cum filled my mouth. I knew she was ready to fuck, and pushed Jake’s cock down as he moved back. As soon as his cock was against her pussy, Laura was fucking her body back and forth, trying to get more. I leaned forward and sucked her right titty, just as Mel leaned over to suck her left titty. Laura and Jake were looking down at his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. I looked at Jake and mouthed at him - KISS HER! I thought sure he would break her neck the way he pulled her head and upper body around. I’m proud of my redheaded friend, Jake Landers. He’s taking charge for the first time in his life and I do believe, he’s about to become a man. Laura was going fuckin wild as she slid back and forth on his cock. They were still locked up, lip to lip when Laura began to hum and groan deep inside her chest. I knew she’s about to get her first come, and I slid my hand up Jake’s fat cock until I felt her swollen clitty. That was all it took. Jake Landers became a man in his cousin Laura’s eyes as she sprayed her cum out to cover all of us. I was wiping her cum off and noticed Ms. Ellen standing at the window, watching Gramps Landers and his secretaries fuck. She motioned for me, and I pulled Mel, Laura and Jake with me. Laura told us, “Let’s all go in there naked, and join their fucking. “Jake, you need to fuck Beth and Rhonda both, as I sit on Gramps lap and soften him up so he’ll want to get his money bags out. Don’t worry, my pussy belongs to you, from now on... “Gramps, I want you to meet two close friends of ours. This is Denni Walker, and over here is Melanie Stormier, better known as Mel. I need to tell you right here in front of Rhonda, Beth, Mom, and Laura - Denni and Mel love to fuck older men. “Laura told them that you pay girls who come in and fuck you, and the girls make lots of money. Now, they want to fuck you.” Gramps Landers asked Jake, “Jake, have you fucked both these beautiful young girls?” “I sure have, and you better be rested, because they love fucking, and they love big cocks.” “Denni, you and Mel get your sexy butts over here and give Ol’ Gramps a hug. You girls sure have some sexy young bodies.” “Mister Landers, can Mel and I call you Gramps, too?” I put my hands over my face, but not before I winked at Mel. I know her as well as she knows me, and she spoke right up. “Mr. Landers, Denni and I never got to know our gramps. Both of them passed away, before we were old enough to know who they were. As soon as Jake told us we were coming here to meet you, Denni and I decided to ask you to be our gramps too.” She looked at me and both of us sobbed as we grabbed each other. I’m not sure if anyone else fell for this pity-party shit, but Gramps Landers sure did. He pulled both of us up close and told us, “You girls stop that crying right now. You now have a Gramps who already loves you and wants to make sure you never feel left out again.” I saw Mel looking at me as she winked. Both of us reached up to hug his neck, smearing our titties all over his face as we did. He was laughing, and we started laughing too. “Thank you, Gramps Landers. Mel and I have never been naked in front of a grown man before. We did swim naked with Jake and Ms. Ellen earlier, and I’m sure you know by now, Jake is truly your grandson, and he speaks so highly of you. He told us that he learned all about sex, by watching you diddle your secretaries.” I saw Ms. Ellen put her hand over her mouth and laugh, just before she told me, “Denni, we’re all grown up enough to use the adult terms for a man and woman having sex together.” “Yes Ma’am, but we were told not to say fuck, because it’s a bad word and we’re not old enough to say bad words.” “Well, if you and Mel are going to be members of the Landers family, you’ll have to learn all the bad words and talk the way Gramps and I do.” “Does that mean we get to call you Aunt Ellen?” “It sure does, and now, you and Mel are cousins to Jake and Laura.” “Are Jake and Laura kissing cousins?” “Yes they are, and they love kissing each other.” “Do you and Gramps kiss each other?” I saw her look at Gramps, then Gramps grinned, and told her, “Ellen, I think we need to show all your nieces and your son just how much we love kissing.” Ms. Ellen told him, “Gramps, I agree. I hope you can get that huge cock up again, because I’ve wanted your cock in my pussy for years, and today, I’m not going to be denied.” I told him, Gramps, “Mel, Laura, and I want Rhonda and Beth to teach us girls how to suck each others pussies. We saw them sucking each other before we came in here, and all of us decided we want to learn all about that. We want Jake to fuck all five of us, just like you were fucking Rhonda and Beth, while they ate each others pussy.” Gramps looked at Jake, “Jake, my boy, you are on your own. You’ll have five hot ass beauties to satisfy, because I’m going to be busy the rest of the afternoon. “Come to Gramps, Ellen. You and I have waited too long for this and my cock is straining in anticipation of getting inside your hot body.” I lucked up and was the first one to have my pussy eaten by Rhonda. That girl can eat my pussy anytime, anywhere! Then, I was first to be fucked by Jake. Jake and I have fucked enough that we can hit high gear just about any time we can get his cock inside my pussy. I’m glad he remembered to put a condom on, because my pussy was feeling so fuckin good, I would not have stopped him from filling it with his cum. Gramps and Aunt Ellen were cooling it when I crawled over to where they were. I kissed Gramps on his lips and slipped him some tongue. Aunt Ellen was watching us, then she told him, “Jake, you need to show your granddaughter what her Gramps cock feels like when it plows her little pussy. Just remember to stop and put a condom on, because she hasn’t been on the pills a full month yet.” Gramps looked at me and smiled as he opened his arms. I crawled up until we were face to face and kissed him again. “How long have you been on the pill, Denni?” “Twenty-eight days and I start my period tomorrow. I’ll start taking the pills again in five days. I wish I was there now, I’d let you be the first man to come in my pussy.” Aunt Ellen told me, “Hon, you should be safe, if you start your period tomorrow, and you’ve been on them for twenty-eight days already.” I looked at Gramps and he was smiling. “Sugar, I’ll give you five thousand dollars to let me be the first man to come inside your pussy - right now.” “Five thousand?” I was shocked, and I must have made him think that wasn’t enough. “Okay, I’ll double it and pay you ten thousand dollars, to let me be the first man to blow my come inside your pussy!” “Count your money, Gramps. Here I come and my pussy is ready for that big cock of yours.” Aunt Ellen told me, “Get up here and spread your legs wide around his hips. I’ll hold his cock up for you so you can get him started in your pussy.” “Gramps, I can make Jake come twice in a row, if he changes condoms ... If I can make you come twice in a row with your naked cock, will you pay me double? If you will, I’ll turn around and let you fuck me and hold my titties the second time.” “You fuck me the first time, and I’ll fuck you the second time. If you can make me come inside your pussy both times, I’ll pay you twenty thousand dollars in cash.” “Gramps, I’ll bet you ten thousand dollars - of my winnings, that Mel can make you come inside her pussy two times in a row, if you’ll pay her ten thousand each time, when she wins.” “I love betting, and since we’re betting on me fucking two young pussies in a row, I’ll make her the same bet, and I’ll take your bet and even pay you double, if she can make me come twice in a row, after I’ve fucked you twice.” “I’ve got to warn you, Gramps. Mel has a tiger inside her pussy, and she’ll make you think she’s about to rip your cock off.” “I hope my two new granddaughters come see me at least twice a week. I love your spunky, sexy ass, Denni.” “Get ready, Gramps. Here comes my spunky-sexy-pussy.” I remembered how it felt the first time Mr. Dick got his come inside my pussy and how my pussy was gripping and pulling on his cock. Gramp’s cock isn’t quite as big as Jake’s cock, or Mr. Dick’s cock, but it’s way longer. Once I got his cockhead inside my pussy, I knew I was going to walk out of here a rich young first-time whore. I was bouncing my ass up and down on his belly, taking his cock all the way inside me - but I needed more. I pulled the hair away from his fat nipples and sucked the first one until he yelled. Then, I switched over and sucked his other nipple until I felt him coming inside me. He comes a lot, but not near as much as Mr. Dick. Before he could stop me, I backed up and sat on his cock as Aunt Ellen held it up for me. I thought he was going to lose his erection, but once I had him all the way inside my pussy again, he started hunching his ass up and down, making his cock run deep. He reached around and cupped both my titties, and I thought my pussy was going to tear his cock off, it was gripping and pulling him so hard and fast. Then, I felt his cock swell, just before he loaded my pussy with cum the second time. By the time he stopped spurting, I had gotten my third come and I was wishing I had bet him all my winnings, on our second fuck. “Denni, you can fuck as good as Rhonda and Beth, and they’ve been fucking since the first day I hired them ... If you’ll eat both their pussies in front of the cameras, as Jake fucks you from behind, I’ll pay you another ten thousand.” “Will Jake get paid too?” “He sure will. Jake and I are going to be partners one day, and I want my grandson to be as good at fucking the ladies as I’ve been over the years.” “Then you should pay Jake and Aunt Ellen, to fuck for the cameras. They can really get it on, when he gets all of his cock inside her tight pussy.” “Little Lady, I may just hire you to be my Talent Scout, my Director, and my Producer, of all our fuck videos from now on.” “Will you hire Mel as my assistant? If you will, she and I will get our Mom’s to come over and fuck you on camera. As much as they love to fuck big cocks, they will probably want to fuck Jake on camera too ... if you’ll pay them.” Aunt Ellen told him, “Gramps, since your nephew and niece are just now beginning to fuck each other, you should pay them to fuck in front of your cameras.” “Ellen, I’ll pay them like I’m paying Denni and Mel, if you’ll eat Laura’s pussy while Jake fucks you from behind, then you and Laura swap up and fuck some more.” She laughed, and asked him, “How much will you pay me to fuck you on camera, Jake?” “Ellen, if you’re serious - I’ll make you, Laura, and Jake a deal you can’t refuse.” “We’re listening. I know this is going to be good, I see you smiling already, and now your cock is swelling again. Tell us what you have for us.” “If you, Jake, and Laura - will move in with Rhonda, Beth, and me, I’ll pay each of you five thousand a week to fuck and suck on camera. You can lease your house out and make lots more money, besides getting to sleep with me each night.” “Will we still have Denni and Mel as our Talent Scouts, Directors, and Producers?” “You better believe we will, besides them starring in our fuck videos with us.”

Brianna Takes a Risk Down Under byLuckyDave1066© Brianna and her husband had an unfamiliar problem; not really a problem, more of a series of options. She had told Andy that the really big unexpected check she received from her employer was a profit-sharing thing, a result of Moment Media Solutions having had a very successful year. She was relieved that he accepted her explanation, allowing her to keep the truth about their windfall a secret. She wasn't ashamed about what she'd done, technically her work was part of producing print ads for a client, but as a model rather than her usual role of graphic designer. She wasn't sure how Andy might react to even a somewhat cleaned up description of her short-lived modeling career so she kept it a secret. They agreed to pay off their credit card debt and close out a small student loan balance of Andy's. A couple thousand dollars went to some new kitchen appliances, replacing the dated and creaky refrigerator and stove which came with the house they'd bought a couple of years ago. After a hefty deposit into their short term savings to augment their emergency cash reserves they still had a few thousand dollars to play with. Brianna favored getting some new living room furniture, but Andy didn't think they needed to replace what they already had, and proposed taking a vacation, "A REAL adventure, not our usual short trip, something we've never been able to do on our budget." "Do you have someplace in mind?" she asked, "I'd kind of like to go to South America, some places in Brazil and maybe see Machu Picchu." "I was thinking about Australia, I've wanted to visit there for as long as I can remember," he replied quickly. Brianna couldn't think of any good reason she could give Andy for NOT wanting to visit Australia; she remembered him mentioning wanting to take a trip there several times in the past as a someday if we can ever afford it type of thing. The actual reason she had for not wanting to go there, the one she didn't feel like sharing with Andy, was the possibility of him picking up a magazine and seeing his wife wearing some flimsy lingerie. Or even less. She tried to quickly do the math in her head on how long it had been since her photoshoot, how long it would have taken to produce the ads, and how long they would be likely to run before some newer ads took their place. Brianna felt reasonably sure the ads she was featured in were not still being run, and thought, "we're bound to have better things to do on a once in a lifetime vacation than read magazines!" Having more or less convinced herself that her secret would be safe, she went along with Andy's request. "Australia it is, then!" she said. The three months it took for them to find a time when they could each take a couple of weeks off and make all their travel arrangements gave Brianna even more confidence that any celebrity she might have had in Australia would have dimmed by the time she and Andy took their trip. After the 20-hour marathon of connecting flights and layovers needed to reach Sydney, Brianna and Andy spent most of their first day in Australia napping and enjoying room service. By the second day, they were ready to see some sights and set out to visit some of the standard attractions, including a hike up to the top of the Sydney harbour bridge and a tour of the Sydney Opera House. The late summer weather was a pleasant change from the chilly weather they'd left behind at home, so after some more sightseeing, they agreed to spend some time the next day at some local beach. Tuesday, the third day of their week in and around Sydney found them relaxing on Bondi beach. After the ambitious itinerary of the previous day the lazy day of sunbathing, short dips to cool off and just generally chilling out felt great. Andy was quick to notice a fair number of topless women and asked Brianna, "do you feel like evening out your tan? I'll be happy to help with your sunscreen!" "I've been giving it some thought, but I'm pretty sure I can manage any extra sunscreen application myself. Sorry. Actually, I've been holding off because I wasn't sure if you'd be okay with the extra exposure." "If we were at our local beach and likely to run into someone we know it would be different, but I'm pretty sure we'll never see anyone on this beach again. Besides, I always enjoy.." "Me getting my boobs out?" Brianna interrupted, grinning. "Well, yes, that goes without saying, but what I was ABOUT to say was I always enjoy being seen with the hottest woman on the beach." "You talked me into it, look out, blindingly pale skin about to appear!" said Brianna as she unhooked the clasp between her breasts and pulled her top off. She enjoyed the feeling of the sun and a slight breeze replacing the slightly tight swimwear and settled back into their routine of sunbathing and swimming, now wearing only her bikini bottoms. She laughed at Andy's inability to stop grinning whenever he looked her way. An hour or so into her top-free existence she decided to test Andy's casual reaction to other people checking out her breasts, offering to pick him up a beer from a stand at the edge of the beach; to her surprise, he just thanked her and placed his order. Now she had to follow through and see how she felt about close contact with the viewing public; she felt a little tingle as she approached the stand and the small cluster of people around it. After a few minutes waiting in line she was greeted by the bartender, "G' day, what can I get you?" "I need two cans of Fosters, and oh, you have food too?" "Yup, best burgers on the beach, can I make you one?" Despite it meaning she would need to hang around wearing half a bikini in this fairly busy spot for several minutes, or maybe because of that, she immediately answered, "Yes, please!" and paid for the order. Leaning back against the side of the shack while she waited, she tried to look casual as other customers came to the window to place their orders. Looking casual wasn't easy for Brianna as she looked around and counted roughly forty people close enough to her to have a good view of her topless body, but she resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest. The look one college-age guy was giving her gave her a shiver; unlike many other people close by, he didn't at least pretend to take her appearance in his stride but continued looking directly at her. She was a little flattered but more flustered by the attention and was relieved when her order was ready. When she made it back to Andy he was surprised to see the burger and asked why she didn't get him one as well. "Sorry, I guess being half-naked and baking in the sun is making me forgetful, do you want me to go back and get you one?" Brianna asked; she wasn't sure why she volunteered and was surprised when he said yes! She strolled back to the shack; seeing the same young guy who had been checking her out still hanging around there she wondered if she ought to head back to get her top back on, or maybe just her cover-up. She figured she could tolerate being ogled for a few minutes and stepped up to place her order. After paying she took up her previous position gazing out at the beach, doing her best to ignore her fan. Ignoring him somehow began to seem rude after he approached her, saying," I'm really sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if I could get your autograph? My mates will never believe I actually met this year's Holliman's calendar model if I don't get proof!" Brianna noticed the bartender handing the young man a calendar and a pen. "My son has a better eye for these things, but I can't believe I didn't make the connection when you came up to order, I've had the calendar hanging on the wall here all season, the bartender said. "How about the burger and a couple more beers on the house in exchange for that autograph?" A little stunned but also flattered, Brianna took the pen and calendar, flipping through it quickly before signing. She was relieved to see that none of the photos showed her completely naked. Though several months showed her topless, that didn't seem too bad considering she was currently showing just as much to anyone who happened to be at the beach today! She signed the photo for the month of August, showing her on a subway car full of onlookers just as she was dropping the silk pajama top she had been wearing off her shoulders; her breasts were exposed but her pussy wasn't. Brianna remembered vividly the moment and how just seconds later she'd been completely nude. She couldn't quite believe her ears when she heard herself ask, "Are you sure the autograph will convince them, wouldn't a selfie be better?" "Oh, lord yes! Would you?" the young man said excitedly. "Sure, but I'm going to cover up a bit" she replied, partially covering her breasts with her hands. The older man took out his phone and snapped a few photos of his son grinning from ear to ear next to Brianna. After accepting the younger man's repeated thanks she headed back to Andy with his burger and the extra beers. "What was all that about at the shack?" Andy asked, "Were they giving you any trouble? I was just about to see if you needed any help when you started back." "No trouble, really. They thought I was some local celebrity and wanted my, or rather HER autograph." "Who did they think you were?" Trying to answer as truthfully as possible while being as vague as possible, Brianna answered, "Apparently a model for an Australian clothing company. They had a calendar featuring photos of her." "How did you convince them they were wrong?" "I gave up trying and gave them their autograph!" she replied with a chuckle, "It seemed kinder to let them think they'd met this woman than argue about it, and it got us some free beer!" "Maybe if we want another beach day we should find somewhere a bit less busy," Andy suggested. "Yeah, probably," Brianna replied, though now that it was over she realized that she was a little bit excited by being recognized, even if she was topless. Or was being recognized while half undressed responsible for the buzz she was feeling? Seeing the weather forecast for Thursday looked a little too cool for another beach excursion, Andy and Brianna decided to have a beach day on Wednesday and do their sightseeing the next day or two after. Andy talked to the hotel concierge to get some ideas for less crowded beaches in the area and he and Brianna gathered up some supplies and bought a small cooler to hold a picnic lunch and some drinks; Andy said the place the concierge recommended had no concession stands, so they had to bring anything they'd need with them. Brianna was dubious when they got lost a couple of times and took over an hour to find their way to their destination, but perked up when they finally reached the beach. Cobbler's beach was far smaller than Bondi and definitely less convenient to get to, but it was prettier and seemed to be far less crowded; there couldn't have been more than a half dozen other people sharing the beach with them. They hiked down to the sand carrying their gear and staked out a spot well removed from the path to the parking area to avoid being on the main path of traffic in case the beach got crowded later. "I have to admit, this is pretty nice," Brianna said as she started applying sunscreen, "though I had my doubts when you made those wrong turns." "I may have made the wrong turns, but I'm going to blame my navigator!" Andy said with a smile. "I think the concierge's tip was pretty good; you shouldn't have to worry about running into your fans while topless here!" "Nope!" Brianna replied as she untied her top and dropped it into her tote bag. For the next hour or two, they had a large section of beach to themselves; after a short swim, Brianna lay down and had a nap, one of her favorite ways to spend time at a beach but often not possible with all the noise a crowded beach generates. She woke to the sound of Andy gently suggesting she reapply sunscreen, pointing out that some areas currently baking in the sun were not accustomed to getting so many rays. "Can you take care of it? I just want to enjoy my nap," she mumbled, still on her back, half asleep. Andy didn't need to be asked twice; he coated every bit of his wife's exposed skin, making sure to rub the sunscreen in thoroughly; other than a couple of sighs Brianna seemed to sleep right through the process. An hour or so later she woke up and they had a light lunch. She noticed that a few more people had arrived, though the beach could hardly be called crowded. "Looks like we have more people to share the beach with," she said, looking around, "That group to our left wasn't here when I closed my eyes, and over to our right we've got, oh my, we have naked people!" "Yeah, I noticed that," Andy replied, "the concierge mentioned people often do without suits at this place." So THAT'S why you wanted to come here," Brianna whispered, "you were looking to see more skin!" "Honestly, no, it just sounded like a nice quiet place, which it has turned out to be. That being said, if you want to see what going nude feels like I certainly won't object." Brianna was more than a little curious about how it would feel, expecting that in this setting it would be way less stressful than the brief moments of nudity during her photoshoot. Knowing he was expecting her to flatly rule out going nude gave her the last bit of motivation needed to change the unlikely to the inevitable. She stood up and tried to ignore her racing pulse as she hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her bikini's bottoms; not allowing herself any time to change her mind, she slid the suit down past her knees and let it drop to her ankles before picking them up with her right foot and reuniting them with her top already in the tote. Still standing in front of her stunned husband, she looked around for a minute to see if any of their fellow sun-worshipers were paying attention to the newest member of their club. She was relieved but also a bit disappointed to see they weren't. She asked Andy, "Can you pass me the sunscreen?" He thought she'd given him all the surprises imaginable, but when she had finished slathering sunscreen on her newly vulnerable areas and handed him back the bottle she gave him one more, turning her back to him and pointing to her ass while saying," I can't see if I've got it all rubbed in, can you finish any spots I missed?" After a full afternoon of casually hanging around naked, Brianna suggested they look for a restaurant on their way back to the hotel. Andy was eager to get back to their room and help her get undressed one more time, but they both agreed that an early dinner someplace catering to the beach crowd was a good idea. With some help from Google maps, they found a seafood restaurant with tables on a deck outside looking out over the water. The reviews made it sound like it was informal enough for their current state; Andy was wearing his swim trunks and a t-shirt and Brianna had put on her cover-up. They were seated at a table close to the edge of the deck, with Brianna claiming the side of the table facing the ocean and Andy sitting opposite her. "I wasn't paying attention as I was packing up our stuff, did you get your suit back on?" he asked after their waitress took their order. "Um, no. I thought the cover-up would be enough to, you know, cover me up. It's pretty much opaque." "Yeah, it does the job, I guess, but it's pretty breezy out here..." "Hoping for strong wind, are you?" she replied with a smile. "I think as long as the tie stays tied you're going to be out of luck. But you never know." The restaurant filled up soon after they arrived, and both Brianna and Andy agreed the ambiance lived up to its good reviews. Though the outdoor tables all were eventually taken they still almost felt like they had the place to themselves, as their table was set out noticeably closer to the edge of the deck than the others. Andy couldn't help glancing at the bow tying the two sides of Brianna's wrap together, as if wishing could make it unravel. When he looked at it after their server took their drink order the loops of the knot seemed very slightly smaller; "Wishful thinking..." he thought. After their drinks arrived and orders were taken he checked again, and again thought the loops had shrunk slightly. He expected a similar change after their meal was served, but was disappointed to see no change. Once Brianna was sure Andy had caught on to her gradual unraveling of the tie on her cover-up she paused, confusing him. She was enjoying this game too much to make it easy for him. After a lengthy pause, she tugged at both strings when he was trying to flag down their server to get some more water, shrinking the loops to way less than half of their original size. He eyed her suspiciously, but she kept her poker face in place, not letting on that she had noticed his suspicion. She made her boldest move, stretching across the table for the ketchup, unraveling one loop entirely. The other loop gave in to her subtle shift to hand the ketchup back to him, leaving the two ties loosely draped against each other, sliding further apart with every gesture she made as they made conversation. By now Andy was pretty sure his wife was playing a game with him, but he hadn't been able to catch her at it and was having a hard time figuring out what would constitute winning or losing; if he called her out, would that mean he'd won? Maybe, but it also would mean the end of the game, and he was interested in seeing where this game might head if he stayed silent. For what seemed like a very long time, Brianna didn't see any opportunity to check exactly how close the ties of her cover-up had come to losing contact with each other. When a busboy dropped a handful of dishes she took advantage of Andy's distraction to see just how vulnerable she might be to a random gust of wind. Very vulnerable, as it happened; the ties were completely separated, nothing but inertia was keeping the front of her cover-up closed! She thought he must have noticed, that he had to see she was one random gust away from flashing him and at possibly a few of their fellow diners; was he going to say anything? Did she want him to? They were both trying to decide what to do when the choice was made for them; out of nowhere a powerful gust of wind washed over the deck, scattering napkins, paper placemats and knocking over some empty wine glasses. In the commotion only a handful of Brianna's fellow diners noticed both sides of her cover-up flap open as the garment peeled back over her bare shoulders. A lucky few caught a glimpse of her uncovered breasts in the five or six seconds the gust lasted. Blushing deeply as she pulled the cover-up back together, Brianna mumbled, "How did that happen?" "No idea," Andy replied, but if it had to happen I'm glad not to have missed it!" She tried not to let on, but Brianna was at least as pleased to have made it possible. Andy drove back to their hotel as fast as he could in the unfamiliar setting; by the time they reached the elevator to their 16th-floor room they had their hands all over each other. Brianna was still wearing her cover-up by the time they made it to their room, but she was well along the way to not wearing it before Andy opened the door. They made love for hours before taking a break for some room service ice cream around midnight. Brianna didn't bother getting dressed but covered up with a sheet when the dessert was wheeled in. Fortified by their pints of salted caramel for Brianna and cookies and cream for Andy, they returned to their screwing, licking and sucking until exhaustion finally took hold of them around 3 AM. Brianna woke up around 11:30 to the sound of Andy having a shower. She reached for her phone and noticed a full email inbox. The first dozen were obvious junk, but one seemed to be from her office; she was a bit annoyed to have work following her on her vacation, but then noticed that it was from Maureen Symonde. She had had almost no contact with Maureen since her modeling gig, which wasn't really surprising considering their respective places in the office hierarchy. Seeing Maureen's name on an email sent at what had to be a fairly late hour back home got Brianna's attention; she opened it and read: Brianna: I'm not sure what you've been up to but I've just had an email from Roger Holliman, which he followed right away with a couple of texts and then a phone call when I didn't reply right immediately. He says you've been seen out and about in Sydney; he saw a story about you in a local newspaper this morning, including a photo of you with a fan. Which he sent me a link to. Good move covering your boobs, BTW, and where exactly were your clothes? Never mind that right now. Roger pestered me for your cell number, wants to talk with you since you're right in his back yard. He made it sound like there might be some new business for us, so don't just ignore him. We'll not count your time dealing with him against your vacation time. I couldn't refuse to give him some form of contact info, so I gave him your email address. Good luck, he can be pretty demanding. Don't call me until 8:00 AM our time; I'll call you sometime later today, it's 2:30 in the damned morning here right now. The next email was from Roger Holliman himself! It read: Brianna - We're all excited to see you're visiting our neighborhood, and would love to have a visit and chat. Please do call me on my mobile, number below. Sorry to intrude on your holiday, but please call today if at all possible! Roger D. Holliman "Crap!" Brianna said to herself, "Really, just craptastic on so many levels! My picture in the paper wearing half a bathing suit? Roger Holliman sort of stalking me? Maureen expecting me to represent the firm somehow during my vacation?" She hadn't noticed the sound of the shower end, so she was surprised when Andy popped out of the bathroom wearing a hotel bathrobe. She hoped he hadn't heard her talking to herself. "Something wrong?' Andy asked, "you look upset." "No big deal, just a little annoying. I've been asked to have a phone call and possibly meet with one of our clients." "During our vacation? Seems unfair, can't someone back home call them?" "Yes, but I worked on their account before and I'm right here near their headquarters, it sort of makes sense. I'll call and see if they insist on a meeting. If they do, you get to go do some sightseeing or just ogle babes on the beach!" "Nah, the sights on the beach couldn't possibly be as good as they were yesterday! You do what you need to do, I'll find something to do with myself." Andy got dressed and headed downstairs to get something to eat. Brianna called Roger and introduced herself; he was polite but weirdly enthusiastic; "Good Morning, Brianna! How wonderful to see you're visiting our fair city! Thanks for calling so promptly!" "My pleasure," Brianna lied, "When Maureen told me you wanted to hear from me I couldn't refuse, though I'm not sure what I can help you with, I'm not even close to her level within our company." "Brianna, dear, the fact is you are in a unique position to do me, really all of us here at Holliman's, a favor. Just a stroke of luck that you happen to be visiting now, all the more so with your photo popping up in the papers." "That wasn't my idea," she interrupted, "I thought the kid in the picture just wanted to show his friends that he'd met me. I really had no idea I'd be recognized so long after my photos were used in your ads." "Even so, good luck for us, it never hurts to get some free publicity, especially showing one of our most popular models at the beach; we're just about to launch a new line of swim and beachwear. I literally could not buy publicity like that!" Against her better judgment, Brianna asked, "You mentioned me doing you a favor; Maureen would kill me if I didn't see what you need, within reason. How can I help?" "Glad you asked, dear. I told you about our new product line, but I don't believe I mentioned the launch event; we're having a beachwear fashion show at Bondi beach, tomorrow afternoon. Ever since your photo hit the newsstands we've been getting scads of calls and emails asking if you're going to be in the show modeling our new line. I'd like very much to be able to say that you will be." "Oh. I, um, I don't know about that. I've never done that sort of modeling and doubt I could project that haughty, confident look that kind of model needs; I'd probably fall off of the runway if I tried to do that catwalk style of walking." " I was sure you were the right girl for last season's lingerie ads and I was right, I'm sure now that you'd be brilliant in our swimwear show. I'll make it worth your while; how does $10,000 US for 5 trips up and down the runway sound?" Momentarily silenced by Roger's offer, Brianna was tempted to say yes, but instead said, "I need some time to think about it; I wasn't exactly expecting any of this." "Right, then. Call me back soon, and say yes!" After ending her call with Roger, Brianna considered the pros and cons of taking him up on his offer. Cons: Could be highly embarrassing, I have zero experience in live modeling. Photos might make their way to friends, family, and co-workers Lots and lots of people watching. Pros: Money! Maureen would like to stay on Roger's good side. I might, maybe, have some fun. Lots and lots of people watching. Andy was the wild card; she couldn't decide if she thought he'd be for or against her doing it. "He could freak out about seeing me strutting my stuff in such a public setting," she thought, "or he might actually get a kick out of seeing me dressed that way up in front of a crowd." She was still trying to make up her mind when Andy came back to their room carrying a handful of newspapers and magazines. "Check this out, Hon, you're famous! Or at least you look like someone famous," he said. He'd found three different newspapers with her photo in them, two of which had her on the front page! She shuddered when she saw that what she had thought was a magazine was actually a copy of the same calendar she had signed a couple of days ago. He flipped the calendar open to one of the topless photos and placed it next to the newspaper photo, saying, "You definitely have a strong resemblance to this woman, no doubt!" Brianna was in a daze, hardly believing her husband was comparing two different photos of herself and still didn't see that both topless women were the same person. Her. She decided to let him go on believing she was the model's doppelganger, at least for a while. All through their lunch and afternoon of sightseeing, she was preoccupied with the decision. Eventually Andy spoke up, saying, "I can see you're worried about work. Go ahead and have your meeting or whatever, I could go have a round of golf, the hotel has a connection with a pretty interesting course overlooking the harbour, so I'll be fine. You go make some money, I'll go spend some of it." "Oh, if he only knew!" Brianna thought about his encouraging her to go make some money, "But maybe he doesn't need to; we'll be leaving Sydney in a couple more days, so maybe I can do it without needing to tell Andy exactly what kind of work I'll be doing!" When she was changing to go out to dinner, Andy visited the concierge to get more details about a golf outing; she took advantage of his absence to call Roger back. She told him she couldn't talk long, but was happy to help out with his fashion show. "Thanks, it should be a fun event, all the more now you've signed on!" Roger said, "Show is right on the beach in front of the Bondi pavilion, you'll see a large tent and a runway. Show starts at 2:00 PM, need you to be there for fitting, hair, and makeup no later than 1:00. Looking forward to finally meeting you!" Brianna realized she had a serious case of butterflies as she ended the call; until 2 minutes ago she could have declined Roger's offer, but backing out now, after saying she was in, might tick Roger off and he might take it out on her company. She was committed now! As she and Andy had a leisurely dinner and a bottle of wine Brianna began to relax as she thought about her plans for the following afternoon. "It's just swimwear, maybe a little skimpy but surely not as outrageous as the lingerie I was photographed in. It might be kind of fun," she thought, though the butterflies never completely went away. She told Andy she'd be leaving for her meeting around noon and he arranged for his golf outing to dovetail with her schedule. Brianna slept late the next morning and she and Andy had a light breakfast in their room; she saw him off before getting dressed. She put on a skirt and button-down blouse, about the closest thing she'd brought on the trip to a proper work outfit; she expected to meet Andy after the show and wanted to look like she could have been meeting with a client. She brought along a bra, stockings, and panties to look office-ready later on, remembering to not wear anything too tight before the show to avoid having marks where elastic dug in. She enjoyed the mild thrill of walking through the hotel lobby looking fairly respectable but knowing she wasn't wearing a thing under her two visible pieces of clothing. Without a bra, her breasts jiggled enough to let even moderately observant onlookers know part of her secret. A short Uber ride brought Brianna to the edge of the park adjacent to Bondi beach, a short stroll away from the site of the show. She found the spot easily; a large tent towards the city side of the beach with Holliman logos plastered all over it and a runway extending around 60 feet towards the water was pretty hard to miss. She reached the tent earlier than the time Roger had specified, arriving before 12:30. The space inside the tent was well lit but much darker than the sunny beach, making it hard for her to see much at first. When her eyes adjusted to the lighting she saw a dozen or so stunning young women in various states of undress all staring at her, possibly trying to decide if the new arrival was one of their group or some Holliman staff member. After an awkward pause, a pair of late middle-aged women emerged from the cluster of models and approached Brianna. One of them held out her hand and introduced herself, "Hello, Brianna, we've been looking forward to working with you; I'm Bev and this is Marie, we'll be taking care of you today." "Hi, pleased to meet you both," said Brianna as she shook hands with the pair. "I'm really new at this, what do we do first? The two experienced stylists launched into a crash course, a sort of Fashion Show 101. They showed Brianna how to walk, turn gracefully, pause, how to hold her head, what to do with her hands, and a dozen other tips she had never considered before that moment. As her tutorial was wrapping up, fairly loud dance music started up outside the tent, with a DJ periodically urging passersby to stay for the show. The music made it hard to hear the instructions Bev was giving her, but it did give Brianna some practice walking in time to the music. Once they were satisfied with their pupil's progress they ushered her to the dressing area, Marie telling her, "Everything off, Luv, time to see what we have to work with!" Brianna blushed but didn't hesitate, depositing her two pieces of clothing in her tote bag. "Yes, you'll do nicely!" whispered Bev, "Lots of these girls look better with full outfits, but you've got a good bathing suit body." Bev began working on Brianna's hair, mostly applying hairspray and teasing it to add volume. Meanwhile, Marie was busily doing Brianna's makeup, way more of it than she'd ever wear in her normal life but about what Brianna was expecting. What surprised her was the amount and variety of makeup products Marie applied to assorted areas of her body; tan lines, veins and a couple of small scars all disappeared. Once Marie was satisfied she'd dealt with Brianna's imperfections she applied something which gave her whole body a lustrous glow. Brianna asked if the treatment of some of the areas Marie was tending to really needed the attention since she'd be wearing swimsuits; Bev chuckled and said, "Well, some of these suits can be unforgiving; better to overdo the makeup coverage than risk some untreated area being seen and ruining the effect." With less than 10 minutes left before the start of the show, the music playing got louder, with periodic announcements of how many minutes were left before the show would begin. Marie held out a small bin with Brianna's name written on it, explaining that all her outfits were prepped and ready to go in bins stacked up at her dressing area, all in the correct order. All she needed to do was let Marie and Bev help her into and out of each one, they would do all the adjustments, buttoning and tying. Bev pointed out a tall athletic model with short black hair; "That's Marina, Lithuanian girl I think. You'll be on following her every time out. Just set out from the tent as she heads back from the end of the runway and follow her example." With less than two minutes before the show was supposed to start, Brianna was beginning to wonder when the hell Bev or Marie were going to get around to dressing her. "Glowing skin or not, I'm definitely not going out there like this!" she thought as she eyed her naked reflection in a full-length mirror. Seeing her nervousness, Bev said, "No worries, you're the last girl out and the first outfit is pretty easy." She pulled a pretty conservative dark blue one-piece suit and matching wrap style cover-up from a bin and held the suit out for Brianna to step into. While Bev straightened and smoothed out the suit Marie got the wrap on Brianna and tied the front strings. Brianna couldn't help but be impressed; it couldn't have taken her assistants more than 45 seconds to take her from naked to neatly put together. She watched Marina step out from the tent in an outfit similar to hers and make her way to the far end of the runway; as she was about to step out of the tent herself Brianna heard the DJ ask the crowd, "Please give our next lovely model a big Bondi beach welcome, this year's Holliman's calendar girl, Brianna!" The sharp increase in cheering from the audience was more proof that her ads and calendar had made quite an impression here! Brianna almost stumbled as she stepped up to the runway just as she heard her name announced, her real name! She realized she'd never asked to be called by a stage name; "Oh, well, nothing to be done about it now!" she thought as she tried to concentrate on her pace and keep track of what Marina was doing, all while smiling at the crowd. She didn't see it happen, but as Marina was heading back from the end of the runway Brianna noticed she wasn't wearing her cover-up anymore but had slung it over her left shoulder. She untied her own cover-up as she approached the end of the runway and took it off as she executed a cautious spin, then headed back to the tent carrying the cover-up just like Marina had. As stressed out as she was, her smile never failed her; if anything it grew wider as she heard a loud cheer from the crowd as she took off her cover-up. Between the DJ's unexpected use of her real name, the noise the crowd was making and just the fact she was parading around in front of what she thought must be nearly a thousand spectators, Brianna's pulse seemed to almost be keeping time with the beat of the music. She had worn less, sometimes way less on both of her previous beach excursions during this trip, but even in a very conservative outfit she was finding being the center of attention up on a stage with hundreds of people making a deafening noise was more intense than either of those days at the beach had been. Once she made it back inside the tent she saw Bev and Marie waiting for her; Bev handed her a flute of champagne to celebrate surviving her first round trip on the runway. Brianna meant to heed Bev's advice to sip her champagne slowly, but as wound up as her first time on the runway had made her she gulped most of it down before even making it back to her dressing area. "That was amazing!" she shouted to her assistants, "That crowd, being on the stage, I've never felt anything like it before!" " I know what you mean, I can still remember my first show," Bev said as she began peeling Brianna's suit off. Brianna looked more closely at Bev than she had before and realized that her trainer was a former model; the tips and skills Bev had been passing on came from her own time doing what Brianna was doing now. Marie did some touch-ups on Brianna's body makeup where getting into and out of the first suit had disturbed her previous work, nodding to Bev to let her know when it was time to get their protege into her next outfit. Brianna was too distracted to get a good look at the new outfit until it was in place on her. She looked in the mirror and was relieved to see herself wearing a fairly tame red bikini, not nearly as conservative as her previous outfit but not extremely revealing as two-piece suits go. Bev held her cover-up out and Brianna slipped her arms into the semi-sheer garment. It occurred to her that her new suit was not much different from the two bikinis she'd worn the last couple of days, but unlike those suits, this one would NOT be coming off, not even partly, until she was back in the tent. Even the fleeting thought of appearing in front of today's crowd wearing as little as she had during her last couple of beach excursions made her shudder. Brianna peeked out of the tent to watch the other models make their round trips while the DJ described this round of suits. She marveled at how quickly this experience was passing by; it seemed like it had only been a couple of minutes since her last time on the runway when she saw Marina step up and out to make her second round trip. Brianna followed her onto the runway just in time to see Marina slowly slip one arm at a time out of her cover-up. Before the two models crossed paths the DJ called the crowd's attention to Brianna's latest appearance, eliciting a noticeable uptick in the already loud cheering. Brianna imitated Marina's sensuous removal of her cover-up and headed back towards the tent, drinking in the applause and catcalls as she went. She began to wish the runway was longer! Brianna somewhat reluctantly stepped down from the runway into the tent and went straight to her dressing area. Not immediately seeing Bev and Marie in the bustling dressing zone, she realized she was actually eager for her next turn on the runway. She began to get nervous when the first model in the lineup was already on the runway before her assistants appeared, each holding a champagne flute. "Just wanted to get a glass before they shut down the bar," Bev explained, "We still have plenty of time to get you prepped." Brianna was a little bit annoyed that they hadn't brought her a glass as well, but realized it was probably a bad idea to indulge too freely until she was closer to the end of her shift. Brianna's next outfit continued the trend of ever greater exposure; as other models took turns on the runway in similarly skimpy outfits, Bev separated Briana from her previous bikini and eased her into another two-piece outfit. The new, much smaller bikini consisted of a thong bottom with a tiny triangle of fabric in front and a top far smaller than any she'd ever worn in public or even imagined wearing, really just two triangles with continuous thin cords around her back and up over her neck. Marie adjusted the top's triangles to cover Brianna's nipples and a small area around them and tied the loose ends of the cords into a neat bow between her breasts while Bev arranged the thong to cover what it could. Her cover-up was the least effective she'd been given yet, a fairly tight pattern red fishnet top. "I guess we're leaving the Girl Next Door look behind," Brianna thought to herself, smiling as she checked her appearance in a mirror on her way to the steps up to the runway. She barely made it to the start of the runway in time to see Marina lose her cover-up and start back to the tent. As totally impractical for swimming as it was, Brianna knew the only possible reason to wear this suit was to show off and tease; she decided to put her new outfit to work at it's intended purpose. The moment she reached the end of the runway she followed Marina's lead, shrugging the cover-up off and carrying it in her right hand. To the delight of her audience, she improvised having her left hand play at untying the one knot holding her top together as she strolled back towards the tent. She tugged lightly at each end just to tease the crowd. She surprised herself at least as much as her audience by somehow actually succeeding in undoing the knot while still several steps short of reaching the shelter of the tent, just as she was doing a little twirl to give the audience a look at her outfit from all angles. She might have still been able to hang on to the loosened cords, but with only a few feet left to travel before reaching the curtained entrance to the tent, she didn't even try, blushing as her essentially topless end to this tour of the runway was met with raucous cheers erupting as she took her last few steps and disappeared into the tent. Brianna needed a moment to calm down after the brief flash of her boobs she'd given at least part of the audience. Her pulse was still racing when Bev and Marie began to get her ready for the next appearance on the runway. Peering into the bin with her name on it being presented to her by Marie, Brianna was shocked to see what her next outfit consisted of. She was pretty sure the only thing holding the patch of yellow fabric, no bigger than her palm, in place at the front of the G-string was some variation on dental floss, pretty much invisible from any more than four feet away. The top was, well actually, the top wasn't. As in nonexistent. Assuming she was expected to take her cover-up off at the far end of the runway as she had been doing she'd be topless for her entire return trip to the tent! The cover-up was once again fishnet, but made of a slightly looser weave and slightly thinner mesh; it provided a fair amount of coverage, but Brianna was pretty sure if things lined up wrong, or maybe lined up right, her nipples would be easy enough to see even before she shed the cover-up. Studying herself in the mirror once her assistants had finished getting her dressed gave her a chill. "Does this even count as being dressed?" she mumbled to herself. She heard the DJ making some comment about all parts of Holliman's two-piece suits being available individually, for those who don't need the top! She knew she shouldn't let herself be seen out on the stage this way, but the sound of the audience roaring a greeting to the similarly dressed Marina drew Brianna towards the opening. Looking on from the edge of the curtain at the start of the runway, Brianna was intrigued by a change from the previous pattern; instead of slinging her cover-up over shoulder as she had with every previous outfit, Marina waved the gauzy garment at arms length for a few seconds as cheering built up, then tossed it into the crowd! After a few more seconds of posing she began her strut back towards the tent, looking way more comfortable wearing just a tiny G-string than Brianna was feeling at the moment despite wearing, well, not a whole lot, but way more than Marina! Despite her misgivings, Brianna inexplicably found herself stepping out of the dim tent onto the sunny runway, shuddering as she stepped into view of the several hundred howling members of the audience. As the two women were about to pass each other, Marina stepped into Brianna's path, stopping her in her tracks. Before Brianna had a chance to react, Marina draped her arms around Brianna's neck, leaned in and planted a long, slow kiss on her surprised fellow model. It wasn't the deepest kiss Brianna had ever experienced, but it landed solidly on her lips and lingered long enough to send the crowd into a frenzy. Brianna had never doubted her sexual orientation, she was sure she wasn't a lesbian, but given the situation, including the steady roar of the crowd and her own imminent near-nudity, the kiss sent shock waves through her, causing her to momentarily forget to continue her trip to the end of the runway. After a few dazed moments following the kiss, Briana continued to the end of the runway, stretching out the removal of her cover-up. She wasn't sure herself whether she was slowing her strip to delay seriously exposing herself, or possibly to better tease the onlookers, or if she was just trying to prolong her time at the end of the runway basking in the applause. "Probably all of the above," she thought. When she finally did get it off, she threw the fishnet garment as far as she could into the crowd before strutting back up the runway. She took her time and enjoyed her trip back to the tent, putting a little extra shake of her pretty much naked ass in each step, and shivering a few times as she thought about how little fabric now separated her from being completely naked in front of a LOT of people; she was a little sad there was nobody following after her to ambush with a kiss the way Marina had waylaid her, thinking almost anyone would do right about now. Seeing Roger grinning from ear to ear just outside the dressing area brought her partway back to reality, "Did I do good?" she asked, oddly oblivious to being practically naked a couple of feet from one of her firm's clients! She knew he had to be pretty pleased with the reaction the crowd had been having to the show. "Good on ya, you've been great so far, and you're almost done!" "I thought I was done! You mean that last trip wasn't the end, with that thing Marina did and all..." Brianna said in a shaky voice, "I'm not sure I can take much more of this!" "That wasn't planned; Marina's a bit of a free spirit, she probably just felt like kissing you. Her and a thousand or so spectators! Just one more lap and you're home free. You've got this crowd eating out of your hand, and to be frank, you look like you're having fun yourself." Brianna didn't admit it to Roger, but she knew he was right; she was really getting aroused by being nearly nude outdoors in the middle of the day while having a huge crowd watching her every move. She headed back to the dressing area to get ready for the last act of the show, partly dreading whatever outfit was waiting for her but deep down hoping for something even wilder than she'd already worn. As Marie touched up her body makeup Brianna accepted a fresh glass of champagne from Bev, who was starting another one herself. She was a little surprised that Bev wasn't more focused on getting her dressed for her final appearance and when about half of the other models had already lined up to do their runs. She finally asked, "Shouldn't you be getting me dressed? There's not much time left!" "Won't take long, trust me," Bev said between sips. "But you should probably finish your glass or put it down so we can get you dressed." She held out the last bin at Brianna's dressing area to show her the final outfit. Brianna assumed there had been some kind of mistake; the cover-up in the bin was beautiful, a mid-thigh length, long-sleeved crocheted gold lame with a fairly open weave but some denser areas where a suit normally would be. It was a lovely garment; the problem was it was the only item in the bin. She realized what wasn't in the bin was no mistake, that outrageous as might be, it was the logical conclusion to the series of outfits she had worn up to this point. The DJ's introduction during the first model's trip down the runway verified her conclusion; "Even if you choose to skip the suit entirely, one of our fine line of cover-ups can make your trip to the beach more practical!" "I, I...I'm not sure I can do this..." Brianna stammered, "At least not if I have to take the cover-up off!" "Nobody is going chase you down on the runway and force you to take it off, it's all up to you when you're out there," said Bev, moving behind Brianna and holding the sparkling garment out for her to slide her arms into. Brianna gulped down the last of her champagne and meekly let Bev finish wrapping the ties around her waist and tying them in a bow just above her navel. Brianna took a look at her reflection and decided that whoever planned the sequence of outfits knew what they were doing; she thought even without knowing what wasn't present underneath the cover-up most people would agree this was her sexiest outfit yet. "It would be a shame to not let the crowd have a look at it too," she thought. She might not have been fully conscious of it, but her desire for one more dose of attention from the crowd, and the energy she felt while hearing their cheering was at least as big a factor in her decision to finish what she'd started. Brianna took a deep breath and lined up behind Marina, who turned back to look at her; after looking her over from head to toe she smiled. "Nice." was all she said before stepping onto the runway. Either the model before Marina had finished quickly or Marina had started later than she was supposed to have done; whatever the reason, Brianna hadn't actually seen any of the other models on the runway during this round, so Marina's example was all she had to go on. It seemed to Brianna that Marina was moving more slowly than usual; "Maybe she's having doubts about taking off her cover-up, too!" Brianna thought hopefully. Once Marina made it to the end of the runway she began to tease the crowd by pulling the ties on her cover-up. Seeing Marina's shoulders become uncovered, Brianna muttered to nobody in particular, "Ohhh shit! She's going to do it!" Seeing Marina finally finish removing her cover-up and turn back towards the tent, Brianna took her first wobbly step out from behind the curtain for what she was already promising herself would be her last time ever working a runway. With her cover-up still in place and Marina strutting naked back towards the tent, Brianna thought the odds were pretty good the audience wouldn't notice her shaking as she drew nearer to the end of the runway. As she and Marina came close to passing by each other Brianna stepped in front of Marina, who held up her hands as if to tell Brianna to back off, shouting over the music, "After last time they told me to leave you alone!" "But nobody told ME to leave YOU alone!" Brianna shouted back before leaning in to kiss Marina. Their second kiss lasted longer and went deeper, bringing on a thunderous wave of cheering. Eventually, the DJ broke in with some cheesy comment and Marina broke away, winking at Brianna before resuming her stroll back to the tent. As she approached the end of the runway Brianna decided on a compromise between chickening out and going completely nude; she'd already been topless during her last couple of round trips on the runway, so she decided to give her audience, and herself, that much. The gleaming cover-up was loose enough and stretchy enough to allow her to open it far enough to pull it back over her left shoulder and down her arm halfway to her elbow, revealing her left breast. Her left arm was now somewhat pinned down, but to the delight of her fans, she eventually was able to repeat the process on her right side, exposing her right breast and most of her back. With both sides of her cover-up dropped to her elbows she was easily able to slide her forearms out of the dangling sleeves. She looked down at her exposed breasts and up slightly to the crowd. "So many people, but I did it," she thought to herself, pausing to make a slow turn to let the entire crowd see her naked above her waist. "All done now." "Or am I?" she thought, "I was actually more exposed than this during my last turn." She absentmindedly reached for the loose ends of the bow at her waist, "besides, nobody here really knows me, and I'll never be in a position like this again." She thought while she might regret going any further, she would probably regret not doing so even more. She could hear a few voices clearly over the roaring crowd; "Don't stop!" "Do it!" "Please!" Knowing that everyone in sight wanted the same thing she now did, Brianna pulled firmly on both strings; with the bow undone her cover-up quickly slid off her smooth glistening body. She clasped her hands behind her head and made one more slow turn before slowly strolling back up the runway, smiling and waving to the howling crowd as she made her way back to the tent. Stepping back behind the curtain, Brianna ended the public portion of the show as the DJ thanked the audience for coming by and urged them to look for Holliman's swimwear line at their favorite store; inside the tent a rowdy after-party had already begun. Someone handed her a glass of champagne; hugs were being exchanged all around and the models compared notes on which outfits they liked or didn't. Away now from the charged atmosphere of the runway, when Roger Holliman clinched her in a bear hug Brianna suddenly felt as naked as she was. She was relieved when Bev pulled her aside and offered to remove her makeup. She watched in a mirror as what she thought of as her real self slowly emerged; she began to wonder if the modest woman who was now reappearing was her true self, or was she really the shameless model seen on the runway a few minutes ago? Brianna got her street clothes back on, this time including bra, panties, and stockings, completing the return to her normal look. She thanked Bev and Marie for all their help and slipped out of the party. Roger stopped her as she was leaving, handing her a check for $10,000 dollars as promised. An hour after her final runway appearance she was still in a daze as she waited for her Uber to show up. The ringing of her phone brought her back to reality. It was Andy calling; she thought he must be calling from the golf course. She was surprised when he told her he'd never even gotten on the course, there had been a mixup about his tee time. "Oh, how frustrating," she said, "where are you now?" "A bistro a couple of blocks from Bondi beach named Bondi Hardware. Are you done meeting your client? I'll buy you a drink if you're free, or maybe a late lunch." Though stunned to hear Andy was no more than a five-minute walk from where she was standing, Brianna managed to stick to her story, "Uh, yeah, we just finished a short while ago; I can meet you there soon, I have a ride on the way." "Great! See you in a few minutes!" Brianna's thoughts were a jumble as she climbed into the back seat of her Uber; what was Andy doing near Bondi beach? How long had he been in the vicinity? Had he been anywhere near her show? What if he actually saw...she began to get a little bit dizzy thinking about the possibilities. She asked the driver to go a little bit out of his way to make it seem like she'd been further away when Andy called her. Andy was sitting at a table on the sidewalk when Brianna arrived. He explained the golf course mix-up as she gave a waiter her drink order. "So what have you been doing since your plan to go golfing fell through?" she asked, unsure whether she wanted to know. "I decided to have a look around this neighborhood to see if there was anyplace promising for dinner tonight. I took photos of menus at several possibilities for you to have a look at. After I'd done my scouting for a dinner spot I wandered over to the park overlooking Bondi beach, thinking I might find a shady bench to hang out on for a while." "And did you?" she asked, hoping he couldn't see how nervous she was becoming. "Yeah, but that wasn't the best part. I had only been there a few minutes when I heard some loud music coming from the beach. I got curious and walked over to see what was going on, just in time to see a fashion show, nothing but swimsuits and beach clothes." "Did, um, did you stay and watch? What did you see?" Brianna asked, her pulse racing. "Did I stay and watch? You heard me say there were swimsuit models, right?" Andy laughed, "It was way too crowded to get very close, but I saw plenty. The outfits ranged from pretty modest to pretty much nothing. That model who looks like you was there, but at that distance I couldn't see her face as well as in her photos. The DJ mentioned her name but the crowd noise made it hard to hear; I think he called her Anna." Realizing Andy hadn't made the connection between the brazen model at the show and the woman sitting across from him, she began to relax, asking, "And did you like what you saw?" "Blushing a little, Andy admitted, "I did. I know it's not the kind of thing you'd do, but I have to admit seeing someone who could be your twin strutting around in the nude, on stage, in front of a huge crowd was pretty hot; it was almost like I was seeing you up there!"

Brigid’s Diary by donnylaja November 2 ❤️ I thought I was going to die this afternoon, before the game. Shonda and Rod had come to get me and I couldn’t find my uniform!! 🥵 There I was, without a stitch on, just out of the shower, scrambling around the living room trying to find it. I was even in such a hurry I stubbed my little toe (ouch!) on the leg of that old couch. (I know we can’t afford a new one right now, but the stuffing is really starting to come out of that last cushion, and duct tape just doesn’t do the job.) Then I heard Shonda’s marching boots out on the porch — and Rod’s! — and she called to me, her dad waiting outside with the car . . . I supposed I could put the uniform on in the bathroom but there’s not enough room in there to fit it right, and also I like to dry out in the open air before it goes on. (I make sure the curtains are drawn first ha ha.) Finally as Shonda called out the second time I found the bottom, in between the cushions. I had to bend w – a – y down to reach it. The circlets were down in there too. This wasn’t the first time — the bottom flies away with the slightest whiff of air, and I know the circlets have to be lightweight, and they fly all over too. I quickly attached the circlets and pulled the strings up into my “cracks” and it turned out to be o.k. Shonda must have known I had been in a hurry because she pointed out that the circlet on my left “nip” was crooked — it was pretty embarrassing. She fixed it though it hurt a little. So off we went. We won the game against Olneyville, 36 – 8. ✌🏿 LaShawn was his usual great self, scoring three times. Maury’s wrist is still mending but Jermaine is turning out to be a great sub QB. As for us Tunemasters, we didn’t do too good a job on “Mission Impossible” (that’s a hard tune) but sounded good on everything else. It was a little chilly and drizzly but not too bad. Good thing for that poncho when I’m in the stands! If I turn it the right way I can put part of it under my butt, those metal benches are f – r – e – e – z – i – n – g! It was my first game in bare feet. 👣 Ms. Kleinfelter met with me on Thursday and said the dressy flip-flops were being discontinued. She let me have them. I don’t know what I could wear them with — they seem “too bare” for me. (Like I’m too modest — at the Student Council dance last week Shonda was the latest to laugh at me for my long sleeve dress — while she was wearing something practically backless!! I’m surprised they let her in the door!) I’d probably give them to another girl but they’re a little worn. Doing the halftime show with my feet slopping around in the cold mud took some getting used to. If the mud is gluey it could wreck the timing on my throws. Ms. Kleinfelter said there are drill teams in Texas that perform in bare feet; she showed me pictures. So I’m not alone. I’m glad I decided against going in Uggs (actually they’re fake Uggs — don’t tell anyone!) because what about putting my muddy feet in them afterwards?? So I stayed barefoot all day. It looked a little gross on the way home, dried mud between my toes, but no one seemed to mind and then they got a good soak in the tub (along with the rest of me). November 4 ❤️ Shonda and Debra gave me a present today — a locket I can keep my uniform in! It’s just big enough to hold it, about the size of a quarter dollar. I can wear it around my neck, next to my crucifix, or hang it onto the lamp next to the couch. That way I won’t keep losing it, like on Saturday. I owe them. I love this school, how everyone is so nice to me. I hardly see Dad any more, since he went on night shift patrol. He chased down a burglar last night but he and Officer Jensen caught him. Dad has been with the force 17 years and never had to fire his gun — something to be proud of.👮🏻❤️ Stavros wants me to work another shift at the diner, on Wednesdays. I think I can swing it. It gives me only 6 hours of sleep but I can do that, if it’s not every day. The secret is not to eat too much. Last week I had a cheese sandwich on my break and it wiped me out the rest of the night. Just an apple is better. Stavros must think I’m doing a good job. He also mentioned a Saturday morning shift. (Can I do that? No time to change for the game! Maybe I can wear my majorette uniform under the waitress outfit. It depends on whether the circlets will show — maybe I’ll experiment.) Some of the girls think he’s mean but I keep telling them, as long as you look “busy” he’ll leave you alone. Business is doing good, esp. since he started that “bottomless coffee” special. He’s thinking of another Sunday morning shift, but I can’t do that because I’ll be at Mass. November 6 ❤️ I’m worried about the Thanksgiving Day parade. The details were announced today. The new route is almost three miles! They had to make it twisty and bendy to keep it from going out of state. Can I do it without shoes? I know Sarge always checks the route beforehand, so I’m not worried about stepping on rusty nails or anything (though I’ve been using the sandpaper in my sneakers and I’m really toughened up now — there’s a dance style in Peru where the girls are always barefoot and they have some good tips online on how to get “in condition”) — I’m worried about my feet being on the cold ground all that time. At a game it’s not so bad, because I can tuck my feet into the poncho on break, but on a long parade . . . ? We’ll be marching for two hours, probably. I wonder what the forecast will be. I’ve been doing research. I found online a rumor about the big Thanksgiving Day parade in New York City — a few years ago a h.s. band from Hawaii was going to march, with their majorette in a grass skirt with a coconut bra — and the forecast was for snow!! ❄❄❄ I’m trying to google more about that. It’s true that people can get used to anything, with a lot of practice. My googling also showed that the girls who followed that old band the Beatles would sleep outside their office, hoping to see them come and go. They got so used to sleeping in the cold that one of the girls said she woke up with snow all over her!! Of course, she was all bundled up. I’ve been helping Sean with his math again. He wants to try so hard, but he can’t understand fractions. I had a hard time with them too, when I was in fourth grade. I don’t think his teacher is very nice. Mom says they’re thinking of putting him in a “special class” — I hope that doesn’t happen!! He might never get out of it!! P.S. I found out that the bit about the majorette from Hawaii didn’t really happen. It was part of a fictional story. The search led me to some creepy web sites. I couldn’t “x” out those windows fast enough!! There are a lot of creepy guys writing stories about majorettes. I hope I don’t ever meet one. (A creepy guy, I mean!)​ November 7 ❤️ I hung out with Rodney Sikes again today, second half of lunch period. He wrote some music for trombone and clarinet (weird combo, no?) that we’ve been playing. ♫ He doesn’t know too much about clarinet writing (or treble clef) but he’s a quick learner. I held the paper while he was erasing something, and his black hand next to my white hand . . . I don’t know, I find that sight so inspiring. ☮ I don’t believe Uncle Brian and people like that, who say black people coming in are ruining our neighborhood. What about the Sanborns? They moved into the Capiletti’s old house across the street, fixed it up, and now their little kids are running around in the yard. They’re cute kids and seem nice. November 9 ❤️ Another home game, against Hopkinton, and boy it was COLD. 🥶 It even looked from the sky like it was going to snow! I was freezing every minute, shaking and shivering by the time we came in from halftime. When I was in the poncho Mr. Simonetti brought me some hot chocolate which was nice! Up in the stands Shonda showed me the circlets were crooked, which was strange because they were perfectly even when I left the house. The cold air making my nips stiff probably did it. I wonder if I should get them stiff before I put the circlets on? Maybe ice cubes would do it? After halftime Marie (Hopkinton’s majorette) stopped by to see me. We met at band camp back in August. She came with the team. She wasn’t in her uniform, of course; their band doesn’t travel. She loves to see me in mine. She showed me the photo we took together, hard to see us in that bright sun, during that twirling workout. It seems like so long ago now. Her uniform seems like a lot to get around in — a small “shako” hat (must be hard to keep on), a bikini top (constricting), “boy” shorts (ditto), and boots (heavy, clunky, ugh!). Majorettes have a special bond. “We are used to being half-naked and freezing!” she said. “Or in your case, it’s been calculated, 99.97 percent naked!” Of course I don’t think of it that way. November 12 ❤️ Today Sarge called me in during lunch (sorry, Rod!) to go over the Thanksgiving route. We start early this year, at 10 a.m., so everyone can get home to eat with their families. Sarge wanted to show me how to lead the band around that corner on Chalkstone, near the statue. It messed us up last year. He said the fault was his, not Grenicia’s. I had only a vague idea that something was happening, because I was back with the clarinets then. But he counted out the steps I was to take, and the angle of the turn. We’ll go out and inspect the corner the day before, with Jaycee who now is the lead trombone (now that Harney is in trouble with the law again). This is one reason I love being the majorette. I miss playing in the clarinet section, in the full-coverage uniform (and being able to wear thermals when it’s really Arctic!!), but Sarge treats me as his “chief of staff”. He never leads the band; he just walks next to us in his business suit. So in fact it’s me leading and it’s a big responsibility. I sat next to Nilda at lunch again today. I would hate to have such big boobs. She can’t really hide them no matter what she wears. Boys are so immature sometimes. Rod’s one of the nice ones, and Jaycee (a little), though it seems they can’t help sneaking a look every two seconds. Speaking of Grenicia, she visited after school today. She’s going to “Tufts University” in Boston and is with the ROTC. She came in her uniform — very neat. (Sarge said once that he had the right to wear his old Army uniform on parades, but he feels funny doing that with him no longer on active duty.) I like uniforms! Why is that? Maybe it’s that picture of me next to the couch, from first grade at St. Patrick’s. That cute little plaid pinafore. I loved that! (I still have it, in our closet.) Too bad we couldn’t afford for me to stay there. They didn’t have gym or music or anything, but I really liked the nuns, especially Sister Jane. Anyway, I’m proud to wear my majorette uniform. Ms. Kleinfelter has put a lot of thought into it, and it’s ideal for its purpose. November 14 ❤️ Ms. Kleinfelter called me in today. It turns out she’s just like me, concerned about the long T-Day route. She said, “I’ve developed an idea that might keep you warm!” I thought, “How would that be possible? I can’t throw the baton in a poncho!” She asked me how the new circlets were working out. I said GREAT — they fasten by a kind of screw that tightens them around my nips. In the process they stretch my nips out a bit but that’s o.k. Those old clip ones were horrid. Then she handed me a couple of new ones. They looked just like the old ones, but a little heavier. She told me to try them on. I took off my sweater, my blouse and my bra, though I kept on my crucifix. When I put the new ones on (the same screw thingy) she showed me a remote control. It would cause the circlets to “vibrate” which would keep me warm. HOW, seemed like a mystery. Obviously there’s no place for me to put the remote so it would be carried by one of the trombones, in the pocket of his jacket. She turned it on and — EEEEE!! It felt like bees were stinging my nips! 😬😬😬 I grabbed my boobs and gritted my teeth. There’s a dial on the remote that she turned down, but even at the low setting, it was a pins and needles kind of feeling. I admit I did feel warmer. My face got hot, and then the rest of me, then there was a smell like when I’m having my period. I was pretty embarrassed. She turned the beastly things off and I caught my breath. She said she had to work on the remote but asked me to keep the circlets on the rest of the day to see if they would stay on straight. So I went through classes wearing “half” my uniform — my circlets above, and my regular jeans and sneakers. I got some stares — Maury said I looked like I had decided to go “topless”. (Yeah, right!) At the end of school I went back to get my bra etc. The new circlets are o.k. but I don’t think the “vibrations” thing is a good idea. November 15 ❤️ I got an “A” in my art class today, the sketch we made of the factory across the street. I got all the perspective correct, Mr. Landers said. He keeps telling me that we left-handers tend to be creative. That’s a compliment, but I don’t know if I’m that creative. There’s no question he’s very good though. His paintings are on the walls and they’re gorgeous, mountains and lakes. He says they’re the result of a visit to Italy and I should go there someday. Odd — here I am, never having been out of New England! (Except that one time we went to Albany.) November 16 ❤️ An away game today (Olneyville) and after last week’s frigidness (is that a word?) Sarge asked everyone to wear thermals. Part of my job is to check everyone else’s uniform before we enter the gate. I don’t know anything about thermals, of course — I’m the majorette, after all — but the rest of the band wears so much stuff that sometimes they can’t feel when something’s on straight or not. This time it was a mess — some of the kids have outgrown the thermals from last year and they will have to get new ones. Sleeves (thermal sleeves that is) were poking out of everyone’s jackets. It took me fifteen minutes to check everyone, by which time I was shivering and I couldn’t feel my feet on the concrete. At the end I could barely control my hands to tug and straighten sleeves. I say Hail Marys at times like that and they help me get warm, or at least “think” warm. Of course my blood got moving when we made our entrance. “Hold that Tiger” and “Washington Post” and everyone cheered. The Tunemasters are the best marching band in the state, that’s for sure. We lost, 32 – 30! Oh well, it’s only the first time this year. Maury’s back in action but out of practice. One incomplete bounced off Horace’s helmet and almost hit me as we were in position offside. I twisted out of the way just before it hit my boob. (That would have been a major “ouch”!!) No one’s called me “Frigid Brigid” in a long time now — good! Last night I had a dream that I was climbing a steep cliff — naked! I’ve had these dreams lately . . . I was hanging above a deep gorge or something, and grabbing onto these little outcrops with my hands and feet, knowing if just one of them turned out to be loose, I’d fall to my death. It was a jungle, and sounds of insects and animals and elephants. I think it’s because I saw “Temple of Doom” on TV last week. . . that actress was really pretty. Anyway, in my dream it was very hot and humid. Sweat was dripping off me. I woke up and I saw that I had left the heater on! Dad keeps telling me to turn it off after I tuck in Jessy, it’s a fire hazard. But sometimes I’m just too tired to remember. So I turned the heater off and I was still hot, too hot to sleep, so I took off my outer pajamas and slept in my bra and panties. November 18 ❤️ Today was a nice day and after school I did some practicing in the back yard. Mr. Firgus, who lives behind us, was doing some digging in his garden and complimented me on my double flip throw. It’s one of the things I couldn’t do with the flip-flops, because I have to hit the baton from beneath with my sole. I can do it with either foot now. “I don’t know how you can throw that thing so high with all those telephone pole wires criss-crossing up there!” Mr. Firgus sometimes watches me from his window. It’s good to get compliments! Sometimes I think I’m a compliments hog. BTW, that wire is still hanging down, one of about a dozen that stretch from the Hendersons’ across to the Santiagos’. The phone company keeps telling Dad that they’ll send someone but they never do. It’s not low enough for anyone to touch but it might get lower someday. The new bottom on my uniform is narrower than the old one; the “strip” (that’s the new name for it) is about half an inch across, and sometimes I think my “little thing” slips out when I’m doing a high kick. At least I feel cold air on it; I’m not really sure. But if I cut a little slice of double-stick duct tape (there’s a roll of it in the basement) and put it along the inside, so that it sticks to my “little thing”, it stops that from happening. Should I tell Ms. Kleinfelter this? I’m not supposed to be making changes to the uniform. It was a strange feeling, at first, feeling my “little thing” being tugged this way and that with each kick, but I got used to it. It makes me feel warmer somehow. 😎 November 19 ❤️ Nilda was crying today. She was trying to hide it, in the stairs between classes, but Shonda and I saw her. George had been a real jerk at lunch, making jokes about her boobs. Shonda says she should think up insults to throw back at him, and at the other boys. 😠 I’m not sure. I think she should go to Ms. McIntyre. She’s the Principal but I suppose she’s now in charge of discipline now that Mr. Gill has left. Nilda is a shy girl and we should think of some kind of plan. Later Ms. Kleinfelter called me in. She said she changed her mind about the vibrations idea. I’m glad! She also said she thinks the new bottom might slip, or get uneven. I swear she must have some kind of special power — how did she know? (I haven’t told her about the duct tape.) Anyway, her new idea is to have the other band members check my uniform, just like I check theirs. She brought out a little magnifying class. She will give one out to each of my old clarinet buddies (all girls, of course) so before we go out I can spread my legs and they can look close to see if it’s on even. Also I can spread my butt cheeks, to make sure the string is right in the middle. Obviously I can’t look down there myself. Might be helpful with my toenails too. The girls will keep the magnifying glasses in their jackets; they’ll all have one so that we don’t worry if one is absent. This is a good idea. Tonight Sean had another tough math assignment — I think his teacher gives out too much homework. Also I had to help out Chrissy with her second grade class project (she’s drawing houses and I’m now the expert on perspective 🏘). Johnny has his project on “shapes” (I think every kindergartner has to do that 🔺🟩 🔵). All the time Jessy was bugging us. Mom wanted to help, or at least keep Jessy out of our hair, but she had to take it easy upstairs. It’s hard for her to come downstairs these days. Her new physical therapist is nice though. It was hard to understand her at first (I think she’s from Haiti). November 20 ❤️ Thinking about T-Day, I decided to get into my uniform in the bedroom. I closed the door (Chrissy and Jessy were downstairs, so it was just me) and looked at myself in the mirror. There’s actually a lot to my uniform. Besides the circlets and the bottom, there’s (“there are”?) the painted fingernails, and the painted toenails. Also I think my shoulders, and my midriff, and my legs, they’re part of the general “presentation”. Turning around, my “gluteal” muscles. I have to keep in shape. I’m glad I signed up for that “body conditioning” gym class. Rod did too. Shonda thinks she’s already IN shape; I suppose she’s right. Dad might be getting a promotion to Sergeant. At least he hears rumors. Now there will be two “Sarges” in my life! The important thing is the raise he’ll get. November 21 ❤️ Dad FINALLY got a couple of days off and we visited Uncle Patrick and Aunt Meg out in Chepachet. It’s a lot of countryside there, so I tried my experiment, walking out on a road in the cold (and it was plenty cold) in my bare feet. Otherwise I was all bundled up! I must have gotten some stares from people driving past. It was a new asphalt road, out of town, and I went what I thought was a mile and then came back. It started snowing ❄❄❄, so soon I was making footprints in the snow. By the time I got back my feet were a little numb, but o.k. Toughening my soles certainly helped. But afterward they were black! It took 15 minutes of scrubbing in the tub to get all that gunk off. But it looks like I can survive the T-Day parade in my “revised” uniform. November 22 ❤️ Bad! Mom was short of breath last night and Dad had to take her to the hospital. Fortunately after a few hours of watching her they said she was o.k. Just has to take some new pills. Ever since she gave birth to Jessy she’s had one heart problem after another. She promises she will lose weight now. No more Oreos!! Dad called Father Loughlin to say a prayer for her at Mass next Sunday. ✝❤️❤️ November 24 ❤️ Had another “Brigid Party” today, ahead of the big parade. They’re every three weeks or so, Shonda’s idea. I wish they wouldn’t call them that but I suppose that’s the right name. We invited Luz this time. She’s new to this country, from El Salvador. I heard her family narrowly escaped some violent horror down there. Everyone knows they’re undocumented (that’s the word, right? I hate saying “illegal”), and if they were in Texas they’d be in trouble, but here in good old R.I. they’re safe from ICE. Luz is very quiet but once you get to know her she’s very sweet. She wears a crucifix too and says Hail Marys and Our Fathers at lunch, in Spanish. ✞✞ We can’t keep the kids away in my house, so the “parties” are at Millie’s. She has a nice big living room. It was cold, because due to the chemicals, Millie always has to keep a window open. Brrr!!! My nips were stiff all afternoon. Not that the girls cared; they were in their sweats and socks and all bundled up. I’m used to that “situation”. They have the routine down to a science by now. Millie sets the two chairs about three feet apart, and when I come out of the shower and dry myself with a towel, I get up on them, one foot on each, my legs wide spread. She puts a lamp on the floor so they can see me better. Then she and Shonda go to work. Debra was there, and Susie, at first just to watch, point out places M & S missed, and keep everyone supplied with soda and cookies. Luz kept shielding her eyes at first, and making exclamations in Spanish, but she got more comfortable after the first few minutes. (It’s girls only of course! ⚢ ) I keep my arms up and out, so they can get my armpits. One girl keeps my “lower parts” spread apart while the other puts the shaving cream on. Darn that cream stings!!! It’s mentholated! My “lower hair” has to be shaved narrower now with the smaller strip. Shonda wants to shave it off all the way, but I always say no; Ms. Kleinfelter said having hair underneath “stabilizes” the bottom. It should be shaved a sixteenth of an inch in from the edge, on each side. Another reason the magnifying glasses come in handy! It’s so cool to have such good friends who can help me with this. I don’t think I could do it all myself, at least not so well. The only embarrassing thing is Shonda raving about how “perfect” my body is. Far from it! My waist is too narrow, my boobs too big for my waist, my butt is too small. I think Shonda’s body is better, judging from what she looked like in that almost-backless dress. At least I’m glad my body isn’t a curse like with Nilda. (Nilda has always been invited and maybe she’ll show up someday; we think she would like seeing someone else’s body be the center of attention, instead of hers.) It takes about fifteen minutes to get my crotch done. It’s very exacting work. Then Erin stopped by to do my armpits — that’s her specialty. When she was done, I turned around and leaned my arms forward onto the end table so that Shonda could spread my butt cheeks while Debra got the few hairs next to my [butthole]. Then I got down, sat on the carpet (my arms and legs are tired by then) and put my feet forward so Erin and Susie could do my toenails. They always fight over on whether to do the “stars” or the “stripes” (Ms. Kleinfelter says either design is acceptable) but they have to do one or the other because both feet have to be the same! Then they do my fingernails. I feel like I’m a Queen being attended to by servants. Queen Brigid Siobhan O’Dierna.☘👸🏼 We sat around talking and gossiping, and then watched TV, with them on the couch, and me in front of them on the carpet, still naked, spread out in an “X”, my head propped up so I can see. In this position I can be sure everything will dry. (It’s o.k. for the Queen to be naked around her “servants” ha ha.) Then I get the locket out of my jacket and put my uniform on to make sure everything looks good. As always, they did a perfect job! ​November 25 ❤️ Today Ms. Kleinfelter called me in again; this time there was a man with her, Mr. Gribb. (Or maybe Grib.) She said next week the uniform will be revised to remove the strings from the bottom. How will it stay on, you say? By tying the top of the little “strip” to my “little thing”! And the other end is a little ball that goes into my [butthole]. It sounds dirty, but Mr. Grib said I would be given what’s called an “enema” and cleaned out before it’s put in, and I’ll get used to it. First they want to examine me inside so that my “inner tissues” can handle the intrusion. I gulped but I’m “game”. It’s like diving into the pool in swim class when you know the water’s freezing — it’s all part of school spirit! November 26 ❤️ With all the buildup I was thinking this day would never come. The T-Day parade, with our band out in front, marching through North Prov, Cumberland Hill, and Woonsocket. Halfway through it started snowing (like the forecast said ❄❄❄) but I was fine. Or maybe, freezing, but fine. I was shivering and goose-pimpled but that’s the life of a majorette. 🥶🥶🥶 My nips were as stiff as they ever have been but I think the circlets stayed straight. I didn’t take too many chances with throws, maybe twenty feet at most, and I caught them all in tempo. My boobs have grown a bit (nowhere near Nilda territory, thank goodness!) but I’ve made adjustments. The trick is to lead with one boob and then let the other boob do about half a bounce before turning. Then I spread the toes on the trailing foot and pivot on the ball of the foot. That way I stay in tempo with the throw. I almost fell once, just after that Chalkstone corner, when I slipped on black ice, that must have formed overnight. I hadn’t thought of the problem of bare feet on ice — I suppose I should have. Having tough soles doesn’t help with that. For a while my feet were numb 👣 but by the time the parade ended I had gotten some feeling back. ​ On the route, aside from Mom and Dad and the kids of course (Mom was doing good today, and even could stand without her cane), I saw Uncle Sean and Aunt Meg, their kids, Mr. Firgus, the Sanborns with their boys, most of my teachers, etc., etc. There were more TV trucks this year. Mayor Pignatelli gave a speech at the reviewing stand that we had to stand still for but it wasn’t too long. I was shivering but I think I managed to keep my baton still as I held it against my side. The important thing is to press it in against my boob so that it’s “stabilized”. Someone told me once that parades are a thing of the past, that people get together online more and more, instead of congregating outside. That would be a shame. It’s certainly not true around here! Before we started there was a minor crisis. I had my coat and Uggs on over my uniform, and when we got to the band room and I took the Uggs off I saw that the paint on two of my toenails (the right middle toe, and the left big toe) had chipped. I think the problem was I hadn’t cut them short enough. Debra was ready with her kit! I pulled up a chair and put my ten toes up on a desk while she got to work. A man from the newspapers was there and he took a photo which we smiled for. There was a bigger crisis later, when Sid’s car got a flat tire on the way to dropping everyone off. It was on Washington Street and he quickly turned onto a side road to get out of traffic. We all got out, me and Erin and Rod and Debra. Sid didn’t know how to fix it. In fact no one did, except me — Dad taught me how and made me change tires a couple of times, for practice. I couldn’t do it in Uggs, though, or in that bulky coat. So I took them off and did it in just my uniform! I was directing everyone like I do at a parade, telling Sid to open the trunk, Erin to call everyone’s parents, Rod to find a rock to chock the opposite wheel. Calling a repair truck would just waste time — we all had to be home for our T-giving dinners, and it would be expensive — so there I was, the majorette, jumping up and down on that lug wrench with my tough foot (those nuts were on TIGHT!), jacking up the car, sitting on the spare tire as I took off the wheel, etc. Fortunately the spare wasn’t flat too. When I stood up at the end I was smudged all over — but fortunately not on my uniform!! My left boob was greasy all over EXCEPT around the nip. That was a huge relief. My butt was covered in grime (from when I was sitting on the spare) and of course my feet were a mess, and my left hand. I didn’t want to muck up the inside of my coat or the Uggs so I didn’t put them back on. Also I didn’t want to mess up the seat of Sid’s car with my grimy butt, and it was just another four blocks for me, so I told them to drive off as I walked home in my uniform, carrying the coat and the Uggs, stepping into puddles of icy water, my toes gripping the crusty dirty snow, by then I didn’t care ha ha! I smiled and waved as a couple of people who saw me march honked at me — they probably wondered how I got so dirty! Mom was “up” enough to cook the turkey last night and it smelled so good! 🦃 Sean and Chrissy and Johnny were helping set the table (and Jessy was “helping” too, but staying out of the way). Dad was in the living room “watching” football, with his eyes closed. It was so good to be in our warm little house! I went into the tub, scrubbed all the grease off (ouch, in places!), and took my usual post-parade bubble bath (ahhh!!), before getting into clothes and going to the table where we said “grace”. We have a lot to be thankful for! ☘👍🏻❤️❤️

Back To School Shopping Trip by Sara_S CHAPTER 1 It was a normal family back to school shopping with me, my wife Amy and our two daughters Jill and Tonya. Jill is the oldest by two years and a whole lot easier to shop for so I took her with me as we split up for our day of shopping. With Amy and Tonya going to one section, Jill and I went to the one more age appropriate for her. After about an hour of sitting by the dressing rooms while Jill tried on clothes we were done with with shopping, so I thought. After cashing out she told me they were a few more stores she needed to go in, so we carried the bags to the car. On our way back into the mall she told me she needed a new swimsuit for the end of summer pool party we always have for Jill, Tonya and their friends. Being it was a weekday the mall was almost empty so we walked slowly just talking about dumb things. We entered the store she chose, one that specialized in swimwear and related things. When the sales lady asked if we needed help Jill was quick to tell her “No thanks, I think I can handle it.” After walking around for a few minutes Jill told me “Have a seat, I want to try some on.” Shortly after taking my seat near the dressing rooms Jill came by with an arm full of suits. “Stay there, I want you opinion on them.” she said closing the stall door. Shortly I heard “O.K. come look at this one.” as she opened the door so I could see in. She was wearing a normal white two piece like she has had before with her hands on her hips. “I don’t like it!” she says while shutting the door. I see her in swimsuits all the time by our pool but something about her looked different that time and I didn’t know what it was. “O.K.” as she opened the door again. This time she was wearing a blue bikini with little strings that tied on her hips and one on her back. As she was spinning around showing it off to me I noticed what was different, I could see a perfect outline of her mound around her lips in her bikini bottoms , Staring at the outline feeling my cock start to swell in my shorts I said “That one looks good, what do you think?” “Yeah, I like it but I want to try these other ones on too.” she answered. Returning to my seat trying not to think about what I just saw I could feel my cock continue to grow. Not giving me enough time to tame my swollen cock I heard “O.K.” again. This time she had on the same blue top with a pair of boy shorts bottoms that looked to be two sizes too small, barely fitting across the top of her plump little butt showing the tan lines from her previous suit. As she spun around modeling them I noticed the buldge in her bottoms again, making me even harder. “Those are a little tight aint they, you can see everything you’ve got down there.” “But that is the style now daddy! I have one more, this is the one mom wouldn’t let me get last time.” she said as she began taking off the blue suit without shutting the door this time. As she took of the bottoms I discovered why her bottoms looked different, she was freshly shaved slit with a pair of thick, long lips hanging down around a clit almost as long. I was amazed, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it while she pulled a yellow string bikini bottom across the most beautiful sex hole I had ever seen. I raised my eyes to see a smooth, firm pair of small c cup boobs be covered by the matching top. After getting it tied she stood in front of me wearing a small bikini bottom with a small triangle front that barely covered he slick mound with a matching triangle top stretched across her breasts that was thin enough you could see the brown of her young nipples through it. When she turned to finish modeling it, it had the same size triangle resting on top of her plump butt tapering into a string separating her cheeks. When she faced me I instantly went back to staring at the outline in her bottoms. “I take it you like this one!” I raised my eyes from her slit to see her looking right at my crotch. The cotton shorts I was wearing did nothing to hide the massive hardon I had. “I thought you would.”she said with a grin. “I’m sorry honey, I was just thinking how beautiful you are and how we need to spend more time together before you outgrow me.” I said. “Don’t be sorry daddy, im not a little girl anymore. So, which one are you going to let me get?” she asked. I told her she could get the yellow one but she could only wear it to tan in and swim in when it was just me and her. “You can get the blue top with which ever bottoms you want for the party.” I said. “Thanks daddy!” she said while turning around and sliding the yellow bottoms across her firm butt with her tight cheeks holding the thin piece of cloth between them. After stepping out of the bottoms she bent over picking up the yellow bottoms, the blue top and the blue boy shorts giving me a direct view of her delicious looking bottom. After handing me the suits she removed the small yellow top and put it in my hand. Looking around the room to find her clothes I noticed there weren’t any panties, just her shorts, shirt and a bra. “Looks like we need to get you some panties today too.” That’s where we are going next, its going to be a lot of fun. But first you better do something with that (looking down at my cock pushing at my shorts), you don’t want people knowing your daughter gave you a hardon do you?” I reached into my shorts and positioned my throbbing cock in less conspicuous position. I told her to get dressed and meet me in front of the store. I was standing in front of the store when she walked up to me. “Are you ready?” she asked. I said yes. “Is he ready?” she asked looking down at my crotch. “Stop it, you know we cant tell your mom about this don’t you?” “About what?” she answered, looking over her shoulder as she walked away. As I was catching up to her I couldn’t stop watching her butt in her short volleyball shorts, knowing she was pantyless didn’t help matters any. By the time I caught up with her I was hard again. With her looking at the buldge in my shorts she said “Shopping for swimsuits changed everything between us didn’t it?” “Just a little.” I replied. “Shopping fur underwear is really going to make us closer.” she answered. As we walked through the mall we passed an adult novelty store with the manequins wearing sexy lingerie. “How about here?” she asked. “Maybe when your older.” I replied. She gave me a big smile. “What kind are you wanting honey?” “Some like momma wears.” she answered. I said O.K. as we walked on occasionally getting a good view of her lips in the thin shorts. When we got to the store she walked on in so I followed. “I’m going to have a seat, you go pick out some things.” I said to her as she stood in front of a table holding up a pair of black lace thongs. I watched her walk table to table looking and filling her arms with carefully selected matching sets of underwear until her hands were full. She brought the armful of sexiness to me to hold and disappeared into the store. As i looked through her selection I couldn’t help but imagining her meaty slit tucked away in the soft silk and lace. I had to get up and clear my mind, I positioned my rock hard cock the best I could and placed the bags and her underwear in the empty chair next to me. I thought I would get Amy something while I was there. I wondered around the store until I made it to the back of the store where they sale the naughtier stuff close to the dressing rooms. I walked around the corner beside the dressing rooms where I was surprised to see Jill standing in front of a full length mirror wearing a white lace bra, matching panties, white lace garters and white stockings. “Excuse me sir, could I get your opinion on something? I’m preparing for a special night, do you think this is sexy?” she asked while turning so I could see the back. Surprised by her attempt to act as if she didn’t know me I played along with her. “Yes mam I do! I would be very happy if I had a woman as sexy as you wearing that.” I answered. “Would you be kind enough to give your opinion on another one?” “Yes, I would love to.” I answered. I watched her butt as she walked back to the stall and closed the door. As I stood waiting to see the next outfit she wanted me to see my heart raced while watching the white lace pile up on the floor. I heard the handle on the door so I raised my eyes awaiting the beauty of my next show. I lost my breath as she exited the stall into the mirrored area wearing a black strapless see through bra that barely covered her breast with a pair of black lace French cut panties. Holding her arms up while she spun around stopping with her back to me. “These are made a little different.” she said while bending over grabbing her toes. I could have cum in my pants, there were her meaty lips hanging between two black strips of lace from the crothless panties she was wearing. She stood up facing me with her hand on her hips, “What do you think?” she asked, staring at the swollen cock in my shorts. “Oops, I done it again didn’t I?” “They look great, I’m sure you will make someone very happy. I had better be going now.” I said. “Thank you for helping me.” she replied. I returned to my previous seat and waited, trying to hide my swollen cock. Shortly Jill returned to me carrying some things and picked up the pile of items in the chair. “Can I pay for these without you, I have some things I don’t want you to see yet?” she asked. I reached into my wallet and handed her my card. “Thank you, you want be sorry!” she replied with a cute grin as she walked to the counter. Watching her butt as she walked to the counter I was picturing her in those crotchless panties. Jill returned carrying her bags and handed me my card. “This is fun daddy! I love you!” said Jill. I told her “ I love you more now than ever baby.” I again pointed her toward the door so I could follow behind and watch her pantyless butt in those short shorts. We had only went a short distance when we met Amy and Tonya. Looking at my crotch Amy says “Looks like somebody is having a good time.” She leans to me and whispers in my ear “You might want to hide that thing.” I turned my back to them and repositioned as they discussed their day shopping Jill told her mom she had a great time with me and couldn’t wait to try on the things she got. We decided it was time for something to eat so we headed to the dining area letting the girls walk in front of course as we talked. Amy asked “What got you so excited about shopping?”. We have a pretty open marriage so I simply told her that there was a pretty woman in the lingerie store that wasn’t wearing any panties. “Yeah, I know how much you like that. Speaking of panties Jill told me she wanted some grown up panties, did she get some nice things?” “I only seen a couple things she had, I let her pick everything out.” I answered feeling my cock tingle thinking about what I had seen. I continued watching Jill’s butt occasionally comparing it to her younger sisters, wondering if hers was as nice until we got to the table. As we sat in the booth Jill was quick to get in first so I sat beside her with Amy and Tonya across from us. As we were eating I noticed Jill scooting around a lot, until she tapped my leg. Looking down at my leg I saw her shorts wadded up beside her inner thigh which was up in the booth with her other leg still under the table giving ma a perfect view of her hairless slit. I couldn’t believe my daughter was showing me her meaty cunt in the booth. As we finished our meals I started a conversation with her so it wouldn’t be obvious when I looked that way. I was surprised to see her with a finger drove in her slit and rubbing her thick clit with her thumb. I watched as she rubbed her finger deep in her slit until she slid it out. “You have something on your face.” said Jill as she took her juice covered finger and pretended to wipe something off under my nose giving me a good smell of her tender hole. The smell was so sweet. While sitting in the corner she slid her feet through her shorts but had a hard time pulling them across her plump butt. Everyone had finished eating so we walked toward the car. As we were leaving the building the two girls said they needed to go to the restroom, I told Amy I would wait for them so she went to the car. As Jill walked toward me I noticed Jill carrying something in her hand and stood in front of me, she took my hand and placed the items in my hand. When I looked I saw her bra and a pair of panties, with her nipples clearly poking at the cotton shirt I knew it was her bra but knowing Jill wasn’t wearing any panties I looked closely to Tonya’s little butt. To my surprise the noticeable panty line she had earlier was gone. “I couldn’t let me have all the fun.” said Jill as she walked through the door in front of Tonya, who I could tell knew what she was doing by the way she had pulled her cotton shorts up tight on her little butt. Watching her little butt bounce from side to side on the way to the car had me hard again by the time we got to the car. The ride home seemed to take forever, thinking about the days events and wondering what she was going to do next. CHAPTER 2 My heart raced as I heard Jill call her mom into her room to see what we had bought that day. After a while of wondering what she was showing her I made my way to her room. Jill was holding up the shorts, skirts and shirts she had picked out. “How about the underwear you got?” asked Amy. I started to walk out to avoid the trouble I was going to be in for letting her buy the things I did but I stayed. Jill jumped on the bed, spread her legs and reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of bras and panties and dumped them in a pile between her legs and started showing them to her. Looking at the pile I had a clear view of her moist, thick lips spread out through the leg of her short shorts. After showing her all she had out of the bag she reached back into the bag for another handful. “I don’t know if you will let me wear these or not momma, if not you can have them.” said Jill. I just knew my little girl was going to rat me out, but she held up two pair of thongs and some bras, a black pair with a matching bra and a matching pair in pink. “I really wanted to try them!” Jill said nervously. “I guess your old enough honey, I was wearing them when I was you age.” Amy answered. “That’s all.” said Jill. My heart slowed down, I guess Jill was going to keep our little secret. “What about a swim suit, did you get a new one?” asked Amy. Again my heart raced as Jill dumped another bag between her legs, giving me a reason to look that way again but only the blue one came out. Jill held it up for her to see. “I like that one, but it looks a little small.” “It stretches when you put it on.” Jill replied. “Be sure to try your clothes on tomorrow, we can take anything back that doesn’t fit tomorrow when I get home from work. You and you sister are staying here with your dad tomorrow.” said Amy as she walked out of the room leaving me and Jill alone. Jill reached over a lifted her bed cover revealing a pile of clothes including the white swim suit and a bunch of lace and silk. “You didn’t think I was going to show her everything did you?” she said with a smile. “Thankyou!” I replied. She reached under the cover and pulled out a pair white lacy body suit “Remember, momma told me to try these on tomorrow. I guess you will have to tell me if they fit. I might try some on tonight.” she said with an even bigger grin. I handed her bra that I had been carrying and said “Now I guess I need to give Tonya her panties back. Who’s idea was that anyhow?’ I asked “She noticed I wasn’t wearing any so she wanted to take hers off too. I told her how much you liked it when I didn’t wear any. I have noticed how you watch me when I get dressed and when we are at the pool, you don’t think my bottoms coming down is always an accident do you. I like to know I turn you on and I can tell I do cause you always get a hardon. You don’t mind do you?” “ No honey I don’t mind, we just cant let your mom find out you are doing this. If she notices it we both are going to be in trouble.” “You know you aren’t the only man to see me naked don’t you? Me and Nichole tease her daddy when we are over there but she doesn’t think you haven’t noticed her when she is over here.(Nichole is a very developed black girl with thickness in all the right spots that Jill lives down the street) Have you noticed her flirting with you daddy?” she asked. “Of course I have noticed, there is no way she forgets her swimsuit that often. So she wants me to look at her?” “Yeah, it was her idea for me to tease you today. She told me it would make you want to touch me like her daddy does her, she said it is fun when her daddy touches her. Did I make you want to touch me today daddy?” “Honey, any man would have wanted to touch you seeing you in the outfits I saw you in today but we will talk about that later. Its time for you to go to bed.” I answered as I left her room. Hearing Amy and Tonya in Tonya’s room I walked in as Amy was walking out. “I told her to get ready for bed” said Amy. When I walked in Tonya was laying on her bed with her back to me. Knowing I still had her panties I couldn’t keep from looking at her little butt cheeks sticking out under her short shorts. After positioning myself where I could see up the leg of her shorts I could see her small brown hole, wondering if her lips were going to be as thick as her sisters I tried to see more. Tonya turned around catching me looking up her shorts. “Jill was right, she told me you would notice me not wearing panties.” I reached my hand out holding her panties out for her to take them. Tonya looked surprised to see me holding them. She took them from my hand and put them in her floor. “Its time for bed honey, you need to get your pajamas on. You don’t have to wear panties if you don’t want to.” I said. She said OK and got up and got out her pajamas and started changing in front of me. I watched her take off her shirt, then her small white training bra. Her little breast were surrounded by the tan line dividing the white from the brown, she had very short but thick nipples. She slid her shirt over her head, hooked her thumbs in her shorts and began pulling them down. When they crossed her knees she pulled one foot through and kicked them in the floor. Looking down trying to see if she was built like her sister all I could see was shirt, her sleep shirt covered the area that was once covered by her shorts. She reached to the bed and got her shorts, as she lifted her leg to slide it in her shorts I could see her small brown bush which I had seen by the pool a few times. Before I could get a good view of my target she had her shorts on. She jumped on the bed and thrower her arms around my neck. “Good night.” she said. About that time Amy came in, I left her to tuck her in. I went by Jill’s room to tell her good night, she told me good night and got in bed. After Tonya went by Jill’s room she sat beside my on the couch. “Did you know Tonya wasn’t wearing panties tonight? She said Jill told her it was OK, I knew Jill didn’t wear them sometimes. I guess she wants to be like her big sister.” “She will be OK, besides that’s less laundry to wash.” I replied. “How are you going to be able to stand it, three girls in your house not wearing panties? And you know one of them is getting real curious don’t you?” “I hope its Jill, Tonya is not old enough to be curious is she?” I asked. I’m sure she is, I have noticed her starting to flirt with the boys in school. Her body is starting to develop too, she will probably be built like her sister. What do you think about Jill’s friend Nichole?” she asked. “I think she is a good girl, we should have her over more.” “She is staying with us tomorrow night and the next day, I have to work. Will you be able to handle all three of them without me?” “I think ill be OK.” I answered thinking about what Jill had told me about her and Nichole earlier. ”Her daddy is bringing her over at about lunch time tomorrow, I bet she forgets her swimsuit and she have to wear one of Jill’s that is too small for her again.” “I think I’ll be alright.” I said. We laid around until Amy went to bed. I couldn’t quit thinking about the days events, Jill’s meaty slit and wondering if Tonya’s was going to be like hers. Then I started thinking about Nichole’s thick ass and beautiful black tits in Jill’s suit. Thinking of these things quickly made my cock hard so I needed a release after a day like this. By now all I had on were my boxers so I eased them down to ankles, closed my eyes imagining Jill teasing Nichole’s dad with views of her meaty slit, wondering if he jacked off thinking of her like I am of his daughter knowing she has to give him a raging hardon too. These thoughts turned to ones of him stretching my baby’s young hole with his thick black cock and me watching my white meat disappear in Nichole’s slick black lips. I was about to cum so I grabbed my boxers and wrapped them around my pulsating cock covering the silk with my cum, sinking back in the couch after the sudden loss of energy. Waking up a while later I gathered my boxers and got in bed. The next morning I was able to sleep in as Amy got dressed for work, falling back asleep after she left. It was normal routine for the girls to let me know when they woke, so shortly I was woke by Jill standing by the bed. As I opened my eyes I saw her standing still with her eyes focused on my morning wood which was uncovered by the sheet, I didn’t speak just watched her staring at my cock. I figured it was only fair after what she had showed me the day before so I pretended to still be asleep while watching her through a squinted eye, only guessing if she was as happy with what she was looking at as I was with what I saw. Suddenly I saw her put a finger across her lips in the Shh! Position and then wave her hand toward her, It was Tonya. She stood beside Jill looking at my cock too, she then took her hands and held her fingers apart about the same distance as my cock is long. “I know.” I saw Jill whisper. I decided to give them a better view so I rolled onto my back putting my cock in an upright pose. I saw the girl’s eyes grow as it stood there pulsing with my heartbeat. I wondered how many times they had done this before and I didn’t see them. After they had seen enough Jill motioned Tonya out of the room. As Tonya was leaving Jill said “Good morning Daddy.” I pretended to wake not looking down at my boner. “Good morning sweetheart.” I answered. “I’ll be in my room, let me know when you want to start trying on my clothes, does Tonya need to try hers on too? She got a new swimsuit too.” “I’ll look at it later.” I replied. Jill walked out turning her head for one last look. I got out of bed, slipped on a clean pair of boxers and started to Jill’s room. I could hear Jill ending a conversation on the phone “OK, I’ll tell him. Bye.” “Who was that?” I asked. “It was Nichole, she told me to tell you she couldn’t wait to get here and go swimming.” she said with a sneaky smile. I told her she needed to try her clothes on before she got here. I walked to Tonya’s room finding her laying across her bed asleep again. After walking around her bed I discovered she was only wearing her shirt showing her tight little butt so walked around the bed hoping to get a better look at her slit, still wondering what it looked like. Standing behind her, her sheet was piled up between her legs hiding what I wanted to see. “Pretty aint she.” said Jill. I turned to see her standing in the doorway wearing a new pair of jeans with a new t shirt. She spun around showing her clothes to me, her plump butt filling the jeans well. “Looks good.” “I’m going to try some more now.” she answered. I left Tonya’s room and made my way to the couch, waiting to see what Jill had on next. Jill came in and modeled some more shorts and shirts. Then she came in wearing a pair of white cotton shorts with a nice shirt, when she spun around this time I noticed a panty line that hadn’t been there until now. She stood in front of me and lifted her shirt over her head revealing a sexy red silk bra covering her firm tits, then sliding her shorts to the floor showing me a matching pair of red lace panties with a small wedge turning into a string that split her meaty lips. She turned to show me the back, there were two strips of lace crossing her butt cheeks were the edge of regular panties would be with nothing between them framing her plump tanned crack. “I can wear these and people will think I have on panties but everything is exposed.” she said. By now my hard cock was pushing at the opening of my boxers, knowing it could slip out any time. “I thought you would like these.” said Jill staring at the rise in my shorts. She turned her back to me to pick up her clothes, bending over showing me the red lace splitting her lips leaving her holes exposed. “I have one more, I’ll be right back.” Jill ran to her room. Taking an advantage of the time I positioned my swollen cock beside my leg so it wouldn’t be pushing at my shorts. “I got these to wear around the house for you.” said Jill as she entered the room. She was wearing a pair of white spandex boy shorts that left little to the imagination and a white top that ended about six inches from the top of her shorts showing her braless nipples in fine detail. Seeing her again gave my cock all it needed to pulse one good time working its way out of the leg of my boxers. “Honey you are so sexy, why are you doing this to me when there are boys out there your age that would love to see what I have seen?” “Those boys are dumb and I know you love me and won’t tell everybody and ruin my reputation. That is why Nichole said I would like it.” she answered. “Yes honey I love you and no I won’t tell anybody if you don’t. Anything you want honey I will get you, anytime you want to go shopping I will take you. Maybe Nichole would like to go with us too.” I replied. Jill stood up looking at my cock hanging from my boxers. “Thankyou daddy. You really make me feel good.” said Jill as she leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. “Hey, Jill got me the same outfit daddy!” said Tonya as she entered the room. Jill looked at me and gave me an innocent look. “Can I show it to you?” asked Tonya. “Maybe later baby, I need to take a shower before Nichole and her daddy get here. If you all are going swimming when she gets here, you should get your suits on.” I answered. They went to there rooms as I went to do something about my throbbing cock in the shower. After pleasing myself to thoughts of my daughters again I put on some clothes and exited the bathroom.  CHAPTER 3 Walking through the house looking forward to seeing my girls in there new swimsuits I was met by Tonya, she was wearing the outfit Jill bought her like hers. From the front the tight top made her small breasts appear bigger, able to see the brown around her soft nipple. The bottoms barely did cover more than panties, then she turned around. Her little cheeks hanging below the spandex enough to see the tanline from her bikini, she definitely had enough to fill the shorts. “Nice honey, you know you can only wear that around the house right.” “Jill told me to only wear them when mom wasn’t home.” “That might be a better idea, put them where mom cant find them.” I replied. “I’ll hide them in my closet, OK.” she answered. I told her that would be fine as I watched her tight little cheeks go down the and into her bedroom. I could hear the girls talking about their new swimsuits and how they needed some sun to cover their tanline since the new suits were smaller. I knew Jill’s suit was small but I hadn’t seen Tonya’s yet. I went to the pool to straighten up some things and get it ready for the girls. I was outside when I heard Jill yell for me to come inside. When I entered the house the girls were standing in the kitchen talking to Nichole and her dad. Nichole was wearing her gym shorts and a tank top showing off her thick body. I thanked her dad for letting her come over as the girls giggled off into Jill’s room. The entire time we were talking I couldn’t quit thinking about him screwing Nichole and how Jill said he had saw her naked. As we were talking I heard the girl coming down the hall. Jill and Tonya were in their new suits, they wanted to show Nichole’s dad their new suits. Jill was wearing the new blue suit and Tonya had on one identical to hers, even with her small body the suit left little to the imagination. Nichole was still wearing her shorts and top. “Where is your suit Nichole?” asked her dad. “I forgot to put it in my bag. Jill is going to let me wear that one, she said she had another new one she could wear.” she answered. My heart raced as I thought about Nichole’s thick ass in the little blue shorts, then I hit me. Jill was going to wear the yellow one I bought her. Jill and Tonya spun around showing off the new suits and went back to Jill’s room. I could feel my cock starting to grow as I watched my daughters asses go down the hall. Apparently I wasn’t the only one that liked show, when I turned to her dad I noticed the outline of a large dick going down the leg of his shorts pushing at the cloth. As we stood talking my eyes lowered to his crotch and I noticed the outline getting bigger. When I raised my eyes I noticed he was looking over my shoulder down the hall so I turned to see what he was looking at I saw Jill standing with her back to us in her room only wearing the blue top, he was watching Jill undress and now I was too. She turned to her side and removed her top giving us a perfect view of her firm little breasts as she continued talking to the girls. “Well I had better be going, it looks like you’re going to have your hands full today.” “Yeah, I hope my heart can handle it.” I answered. As he exited the door I turned back to Jill’s room too see her pulling the yellow bottom across her cheeks tugging the small string between her tight cheeks, it disappearing leaving the small triangle resting on top of her plump cheeks. With her suit on the girls headed to the pool, with Tonya in front and Nichole following Jill. As they paraded through the kitchen Jill stopped in front of me looking in my eyes, “Don’t Nichole look good in my suit daddy?” she asked. As I turned to look at Nichole I saw the small blue top stretched across her thick breasted leaving just enough string to tie at her neck, the bottoms pressed tight against her mound giving a perfect outline of her bald pussy. When she spun around the shorts were pulled tight across the top of her thick black butt pulling the rest of the material between her cheeks. I felt my hard cock begin to throb, as I noticed all three girls were looking at my cock pushing at my shorts. “I think he likes it Nichole.” said Tonya. “I do too.” said Nichole. Jill just stood there grinning. “Come on, lets go get some sun.” said Jill grabbing Nichole by the hand leading her outside with Tonya following. With the girls by the pool I walk to the kitchen window where I see Jill and Nichole laying in chairs while Tonya is swimming around the pool. With their backs to me I can only imagine what they are discussing. Shortly they join Tonya in the pool, not staying long they returned to the chairs in front of the window when Jill saw me watching them through the window . After laying the chairs flat they a laid on their stomachs facing the pool, giving me a nice view of their wet suits. Jill’s and Tonya’s suit covered their thick slits well but the two sizes too small suit Nichole was wearing did little to cover her young slit. While standing at the window with my shorts around my ankles stroking my hard cock waiting to get a peek at one of the beautiful love holes in front of me it started, Nichole stood up straddling the chair. With her leg spread wide the blue bottom slid up between her smooth black lips, leaning forward to move her chair pulled it deeper releasing enough lips to wrap around the blue material. With her lips wrapping around the suit she laid back down. Feeling the cloth tight on her pussy she stuck a finger between her butt and the suit pulling the suit over to one side revealing her complete love hole, it was nothing like I expected, her lips were apart looking like they had just been spread apart by her daddy’s thick cock I had seen earlier trying to get out of his shorts. She had definitely been stretched out a time or two. In a deep trance at Nichole I didn’t notice that Jill had gotten back in the pool and Tonya was on her way to join her, Nichole quickly got up too.  I continue pleasing myself as I watch the girls splashing around, hoping for a good shot of some tits. I see Jill whispering to Nichole before they exit the pool. As Nichole returns to her chair she looks directly at me as she unties the strings on her back lifts the top over her head throwing it on her chair as she turns her chair facing the window and lays on her back with a leg on each side of t he chair. With her on her back her firm brown tits spread apart just enough to see her face between them, her hands resting between her legs. While stareing at the her hands resting on the blue cloth stretched across her slit she slid a finger in her bottoms and began to rub her lips. After a few rubs she hooked her finger on the suit and pulled it to the side exposing her well used hole that looked so welcoming due to the brief rub it had received. As I looked at the pink hole I could only wonder how her dad had to be enjoying the young love she had been giving him. When Jill and Tonya returned they also turned their chairs and laid on their backs assuming the same position spreading their legs over the chairs. Even with Nichole’s exposed pussy I couldn’t quit looking at the my two daughter’s barely covered pussys on display in front of me. It wasn’t long before my girls had removed their tops like Nichole, I didn’t know how much longer my throbbing cock could stand. As they giggled and squirmed around in the chairs the bottoms clung tighter to the hidden treasures I seeked to find. Watching Tonya I was excited to see her bottoms had slid over just enough to release some of her sandy brown pubics and a strip of untanned flesh next to her still unviewed pussy. Scared to move my eyes and miss my chance I stroked my cock and waited. Suddenly she reached down and pulled the shorts up uncovering her thin bush to fix an itch. Feeling my cock swell I stared as she scratched deeper moving her suit just enough for one side of her young slit to be uncovered. To my satisfaction she revealed a thin long lip much like her sister’s driving me to my end. With no warning I released a thick stream of cum against the cabinet door as she removed her hand leaving the long lip hanging from her suit. I glanced across the beauties in front of me squeezing the last drops from my balls, ending at Nichole’s still exposed hole. After cleaning my load from the wood I thought I would join them by the pool so I went to the bedroom and changed into my swim trunks. By the time I joined them they had rolled over to their stomachs still with their tops in a pile by the chairs.

Blue Balls by UndeniableUrges Blue Balls 7 - Tiffany’s Solutions Summary –Tiffany decides she needs a boyfriend to solve her problems, and she makes friends with the school janitor. Tiffany opened the door to her next class, and being late, received the compulsory stare from everyone in the room. She shyly walked to the teacher’s desk and handed Miss Mallory the late slip written by Mr. Stevens. She could still taste his cum in her mouth. As Miss Mallory read the note, Tiffany couldn’t help but giggle, thinking of the joke Mr. Stevens had played on her, pretending to write, ‘Please excuse Miss Tiffany Thompson for being late, she was giving me a ‘suck-off.’ “Is something funny, Tiffany?” Miss Mallory asked her. “Anything you would like to share with the rest of the class?” “No Miss Mallory,” she replied. “I’m sorry, I was thinking of a joke someone played on me.” “Take your seat, please.” Miss Mallory said. Tiffany quickly walked to her seat, still smiling. ‘If I had handed a note like that to Mr. Taylor, her math teacher, I bet he would have wanted a suck-off too!’ she thought. ‘Come to think of it, no has refused her offer for a suck-off or a jack-off yet. Well, her dad did, or at least he tried to, for a moment or two, until…,’ her thoughts were interrupted by Miss Mallory, calling her name. “Tiffany, we are working quietly on a project covering chapter seven. Each team will give a presentation to the class next week. Your partner is Timmy Wilson, since you were not here to choose your own partner; he has an extra copy of the assignment for you.” Timmy Wilson sat next to Tiffany in biology class. She remembered teasing him last week during the sex-ed examination; she had received an ‘A+’ which made her happy, but when she remembered giving Timmy a big boner, that made her a little sad. ‘What if I gave Timmy blue-balls too? And what about all of the other boys in school? How many of them have I given blue-balls?’ she wondered. “Hi, Tiffany!” Timmy said excitedly. “I’m glad we are working together on the project!” he blurted out, turning slightly red in the face. Timmy liked Tiffany a lot! She made him feel funny inside. Since she started dressing sexily, he had seen her panties three times, and even glimpsed her boobs and her big, fat, nipples when she bent over to get something out of her book bag! And, she has been acting real sexy lately too; like touching her breasts in class and lifting up her dress to scratch her leg; he could almost see her ass cheeks when she did that. His penis would get hard nearly every time he looked at her, and now, he was getting to work on a project with her! He was very excited. His penis started getting stiff just thinking about it! “Hi, Timmy,” Tiffany said, sliding into her chair, feeling a little guilty. “I’m glad we are working together too,” she lied. She would have preferred to work with one of her girlfriends. The two talked about the project for a while and came up with some ideas for what they wanted to do. Tiffany noticed that Timmy was looking at her chest and legs a lot. She was glad she wore a ‘normal’ dress today. She studied the project plan and was writing down some thoughts, when she noticed Timmy staring at her chest. ‘What is he looking at?’ she wondered. She looked down and noticed her dress had slipped down passed her shoulder. Her pink bra strap was showing and Timmy could even see the curve of her budding breast, encased in its lacey surrounding. Tiffany looked in his lap, almost dreading what she knew she would find. Yep, Timmy was sprouting a very obvious boner. ‘Oh no, not again!’ she whined to herself, even as she admired Timmy’s erection. ‘It looks like a nice one,’ she though. Even with everything that had happened to her, she was still pleased with the effect she had on boys. However, she had to know if she had made his balls hurt too. Tiffany leaned in close to Timmy. He was startled. She had caught him trying to peek down her dress. ‘She was probably going to tell Miss Mallory,’ he worried. Tiffany put her lips to Timmy’s ear. He could smell her perfume and he had a really good look down her dress. He could see some of her soft flesh. “Do you get a lot of boners, Timmy?” she whispered. “Huh?” He was startled. “I’m really sorry Tiffany,” he said, looking down at his hard cock, and then around the room to see if anyone noticed, trying to hide his erection. “I…, I….,” he began, “I can’t help it!” “It’s OK, Timmy,” Tiffany whispered to him. “I give lots of boys boners. Really, it is OK.” She touched his arm, almost making him jump out of his chair. “I saw you looking at me last week during our anatomy exam, you had a pretty big boner then too.” “Yeah, I like.., Timmy began, gathering his courage. “I like to look at you. You’re so pretty!” he gushed. “When you look at me, do you get a lot of boners?” Tiffany asked him. “Oh, yeah!” Timmy said, thinking he was complimenting her on her beauty. “I get them every day, looking at you Tiffany! Sometimes, even in the hallways, I see your, uh…, your nipples…, poking thru your shirt, and I get a boner right there walking to my next class and I have to hide it with my school books!” She was so easy to talk to! Timmy had never talked to anyone about boners before, even with his friends. “Do your balls ever hurt you?” she asked, dreading his answer, but finally getting to the real reason she was asking him all these questions. “Yeah! One time they hurt so bad, I…,“ Timmy was going tell her about the time he was playing baseball and the ball hit him square in the nuts, and the other time, when he was playing on his skateboard and hurt his balls, but she interrupted him immediately. “I’m so sorry!” Tiffany blurted out, still whispering. She had done it again! Would she have to give every boy in the entire school suck-offs and jack-offs? Tiffany looked around the room, thinking of all the boys she had given boners too. Looking down the row of chairs, she noticed Susan Lopez and Bobby Brown holding hands across the aisle. ‘Susan must be a slut too,’ Tiffany decided. ‘Hey, that’s it!’ she thought. ‘It might work!’ Tiffany realized that if she had a boyfriend, she wouldn’t have to suck-off all the other boys she gave boners too! Girlfriends were not allowed to kiss or have sex with anyone but their boyfriend! ‘Let their sisters do it,’ she thought, ‘like she did for her brother Theo, or they can go find their own slutty-girlfriend!’ Timmy was confused. He didn’t know what Tiffany could possibly be sorry about. “Look, Timmy,” she said, “I know how to fix it, but first, you have to be my boyfriend first.” “Your boyfriend?” Timmy said incredulously, “Me?” He thought Tiffany was the prettiest girl at school. Why would she pick him to be her boyfriend? “Yeah you, Timmy,” Tiffany said, “You are kind of cute, But, if you are going to be my boyfriend, you have to make sure the other guys I give boners to don’t bother me, OK?” “Well, sure…, yeah!” he said, thinking about how jealous all the other boys would be. “If I’m your boyfriend, no one had better bother you!” he said, puffing out his chest. “But, you should know something about me before you agree to be my boyfriend,” Tiffany cautioned him. “What?” he asked. Timmy wondered what she could possibly say to him, to make him not want to be her boyfriend. She leaned in close to him again, and whispered, “I’m a slut.” Tiffany leaned back to see his reaction. “You’re a slut?” he whispered back, “Like a real slut?” She nodded in the affirmative. “You like sex and stuff?” he hissed. “I heard the boys talking about sluts in gym class!” “What did they say?” Tiffany asked. She wanted to know all she could about being a slut. “They said,” Timmy whispered so quietly that Tiffany could barely hear him over the noise in the classroom. “They said that sluts will suck your dick and stuff!” “Yeah, that’s what a slut does,” she agreed. “Sluts like cocks and cum, and balls and stuff,” she informed him. “They do jack-offs and suck-offs until a guy shoots his sperm. That keeps your balls from hurting.” It was obvious she knew a lot more about sluts than Timmy did. “Have you ever shot your sperm before, Timmy?” Tiffany asked him. “Well, once when I was sleeping…, I woke up…, I was dreaming about you, actually. In the sex-ed class, they called it ‘nok-turnal admissions’, or something like that, when some stuff comes out while you sleep.” “It’s called ‘cum,’” Tiffany informed him. “And, if a boy gets lots of boners, he has to shoot cum out of his penis or his balls will hurt. We learned all about cocks and cum and pussies in the movie we watched. Miss Mallory even talked about boys and cocks and stuff with all of us girls too.” “Mr. Craig, our gym teacher, didn’t teach us anything about girls. We watched an old, stupid movie from, like a hundred years ago. It mentioned erections, and sperm and eggs, but that’s about it,” Timmy said, “He told us to ‘keep our dicks in our pants’ and go ask our parents if we had any questions.” “Yeah, the sperm in your balls and the eggs in my vagina can make a baby during ‘intercourse’ - that’s for married people who are trying to have children.” Tiffany informed him. “Well, I don’t care if you are a slut, Tiffany,” he told her, “I think it’s kind of cool! But what does else does a boyfriend have to do?” “Well, like I said, I don’t want to give jack-offs and suck-off to every boy I give a boner too,” she said, “So, you have to hold my hand in school, and kiss me once in a while, to make sure the other boys know I’m your girlfriend so they have to leave me alone. Even if they know I’m a slut, I can only do slutty stuff with you.” Timmy almost swooned thinking about holding Tiffany’s hand; kissing her and having her do ‘slutty’ stuff with him. “Will we really do slutty stuff together?” Timmy asked. His boner was so hard it almost hurt. “Oh, sure! We have to keep your balls emptied so your sperm doesn’t get all backed up from all the boners I’ll give you. I’ll do suck-offs and jack-off to you, and you can even do sex stuff to me, like play with my titties and put your tongue in my pussy, Maybe even play with my butt-hole, too.” “Play with your butt-hole?” Timmy repeated. He felt like he might shoot his sperm right now, just thinking of playing with Tiffany’s tits, pussy and butt-hole! “Well, yeah,” Tiffany said, as if it was perfectly normal for a boy to play with a girl’s butt-hole. “I’m already a very good cock-and-cum-slut, and I think I might be an ass-slut too. I’ll probably be a fuck-slut when I get married.” “Wow, there are a lot of different kinds of sluts,” Timmy said, hoping he could marry Tiffany someday. “You sure are smart, Tiffany,” he said. “And pretty, too!” “Thanks.” she replied. Tiffany wondered if there were other kinds of sluts, like a ‘suck-my-tit-slut’, or ‘put-your-tongue-in-my-pussy-slut’. But, the more she thought about, she figured that was probably just part of being a normal type of slut. ‘But, maybe there was such a thing as a pussy-slut,’ she theorized. ‘Since there was a cock-slut, there ought to be such a thing as a pussy-slut.’ She liked playing with her pussy and loved the feeling of her daddy’s tongue in it. She bet she would become a pussy-slut real soon. Besides, she really wanted to try licking her friend Kimberly’s pussy. Maybe they could become ‘pussy-sluts’ together? ‘I could teach her how to do a suck-off, too!’ she thought. ‘We could have a lot of fun together!’ Tiffany’s thoughts were interrupted by the ringing bell. As she put her things away, she realized poor Timmy was probably hurting right now. He had a boner almost the entire class. “You have study hall next period, right?” Tiffany asked her new boyfriend. “Yep. I usually sit behind you, so I can, well, you know…, so I can look at your butt!” Timmy admitted, blushing. He had decided to be honest with his new, slutty, girlfriend. “Well, since you are my boyfriend now, we will have to sit together,” she told him. “But today, we are skipping class; we need to get you taken care of right away!” She nodded towards his boner, “Your balls must be hurting you a lot right now…,” she said. “Besides, they never take attendance there anyway.” “Well, my dick is very hard, but my balls don’t…,” he stopped. “Get me taken care of? You mean…?” Timmy glanced down at his boner too. She nodded, affirming her intentions. Tiffany thought hard about where she could give Timmy a quick suck-off. ‘Not under a teacher’s desk, like she did for Mr. Stevens. Not in the boy’s or girl’s bathroom…,’ “I know just the place!” Tiffany said. She grabbed Timmy’s hand and led him down the hall. They held hands, just like boyfriends and girlfriends, do as they scurried down the hallway. She led him towards a place where there was very little student traffic – the maintenance area. They turned a corner. No one was around. “Quick, get in!” she said, opening the janitor’s closet, pushing Timmy inside, and shutting the door behind them. “Drop your pants!” she ordered. The room was bigger than she thought. There were several tool chests, a locker, desk, sink, and even a small cot. It was perfect! “Right now?” Timmy said, “You are really going to, you know…,” He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. It was so fast! “No boyfriend of mine is going to go around with his balls full of sperm!” she told him, groping his hard cock thru his pants. “Not when they have a girlfriend like me!” Tiffany helped him get his pants and underwear down. “I knew you had a big cock, Timmy,” she said. It was even a little bigger than Mr. Stevens’! She was a little surprised that he didn’t have any hair down there, just like her. “You knew it would be big?” Timmy asked. “Well, I am a cock-slut,” Tiffany reminded him. “I know a lot about cocks and stuff.” She inspected his cock. Timmy had a large cock for a boy his age, and its head was very big in proportion to the shaft. The ridge running around it was pronounced. Timmy’s cock-head was very hard, and reddish-pink. Not purple and blue like her brother and father’s. It had been a little dark under Mr. Stevens’ desk, so she didn’t know what color his cock-head was. Timmy’s balls were smooth and very cute, but, they did look a little swollen to her. ‘I gave him too many boners,’ she said to herself. Knowing she had to hurry, she gave his cock a squeeze and was rewarded with a drip of pre-cum. She licked it up, licked his cock-head a few times, and then quickly began giving her second suck-off of the day. “Oh, Tiffany!” Timmy moaned. “You mouth…, so hot.., your tongue is…., you are sucking…, oh yeah!” He pulled up his shirt so he could watch. The prettiest girl in school was on her knees, sucking his cock! He watched as Tiffany bobbed her head up and down and up and down. His cock would appear out of her sucking mouth and then disappear into the hot wetness again. She played gently with the swollen marbles in his nut-sack. ‘She is a cock-slut!’ he thought. She paused, “Do you want to see my tits, Timmy?” She didn’t wait for answer and quickly lifted her dress off and tossed it on the cot. She shimmied out of her bra and tossed it on the bed too. ‘Theo said that looking at my tits makes him shoot faster,’ she remembered. She showed her breasts to her new boyfriend, pinching her nipples until they were hard and swollen. “We don’t have time for you to play with them now, but since you are my boyfriend and all, I wanted you to see what you are getting.” “Oh, Tiffany,” he groaned. “They are gorgeous!” His cock had never been so hard! “I know, but thanks anyway.” Tiffany went back to work, sucking, slurping and licking his cock. After a few moments, Timmy said, “Uh, Tiffany, I’m starting to feel that funny feeling like in my dreams!” Tiffany bobbed her head faster. “Uh! It’s happening! I’m…, I’m going…, to…,” he groan, “Ohhhhhhhh!” Timmy came. Tiffany felt his cock twitch and felt a hard, full, blast of cream fill her mouth. She rolled the sweet boy-juice on her tongue to taste it. ‘It almost sweet like candy!’ she thought. ‘Timmy must eat a lot of sweet stuff. I wonder if I could make Mr. Stevens eat candy instead of that nasty old coffee?’ Another blast, and then other, jolted her into action. Without thinking, she pulled her mouth off of Timmy’s spurting cock and was rewarded with a hot wad of cum on her cheek. She opened her mouth to take his cock back in, when another spurt hit her on the lips. ‘Good thing I took off my dress!’ she thought, or she would have finished out the day with cum stains spattered on her clothes. “Ugh,” Timmy grunted, squirting another fresh load right into her mouth. ‘She is a cum-slut too!’ Timmy thought, watching Tiffany happily slurp up his sperm. She sucked Timmy’s cock into her mouth and swallowed the last few blasts. She licked his cock clean and smiled at him, proud of her work, and waited for her boyfriend to compliment her. “Wow, Tiffany that was great!” Timmy said. “Can you do it again?” His cock was still hard. “Please?” “I don’t think we have the time…,” she started to say, just as the door opened wide, exposing their juvenile sexual tryst! The school janitor, Mr. Walker stepped into his private room, not expecting the spectacle before him. The little white-girl cock-tease; the same one that shook her ass at him barely two hours ago, was on her knees, wearing only a pair of frilly pink panties, pink socks and tennis shoes, with a boy’s cum dripping off of her face. As he watched, a fat drop of cum fell from her lips and landed onto her tiny, pale, titties. He stared at her as she unconsciously licked the cum from around her lips. Tiffany’s look of surprise quickly turned into a mischievous smile! Tiffany knew right away how she could keep them from getting in trouble. She knew Mr. Walker liked to look at the pretty girls in school and probably got a lot of boners. She figured his balls were really full of cum by now, after lusting after all the girls in her school. She glanced at the huge, growing bulge in his pants. “You better go, Timmy,” Tiffany said. “I’ll talk to Mr. Walker. Everything will be OK, don’t worry.” Timmy pulled up his pants and quickly left the room. “See you later, Tiffany!” he said, closing the door behind him. “I’m sorry I used your room without asking first, Mr. Walker,” Tiffany said, standing and wiping the cum from her face and licking her fingers. “Timmy was really hurting, so I had to help him out. You know how it is when you keep getting boners and your sperm gets all backed up in your balls, right?” She winked at him, like they were sharing a secret. “Yeah, I know how that is…,” Mr. Walker said, looking her over. She was very pretty. Her pale, cum splattered tits were glistening under the florescent lights. Her eyes were bright and she smiled with an inner happiness. She had a cute little set of tits on her; and, he was sure she had a very tight pussy under her pink, frilly panties. Still, he had to be careful. “It was real nice of you to help him out,” he said, cautiously making conversation. “I know,” Tiffany admitted. “I don’t like to see men and boys hurting. Sometimes I give them suck-offs and jack-offs.” She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. “Mr. Walker, if you don’t tell on us, I could, you know, help you out too,” Tiffany said, smiling at him. He was a nice old man. Besides, if he allowed her to give him a suck-off, she could find out if black men were black ‘all over’ and what color their sperm was. She was very intrigued by the possibilities. And, as a cock-and-cum-slut, she felt it was her duty to learn everything she could about cocks and cum. She had already learned a lot today. ‘That’s what school is for,’ she thought, ‘learning new stuff.’ Tiffany walked towards him, nearly naked and splattered with cum. She placed a dainty hand where she knew Mr. Walker’s balls were. He never even flinched. She felt his ball sack thru his pants. They were large, heavy and very swollen! ‘He must have had his cum backing up for years!’ she thought, imagining him getting boner after boner, day after day, looking at all the pretty girls in school. She had to help him! “Can I empty your balls for you too, Mr. Walker?” Tiffany asked him sweetly. He was too old to be having children, so his sperm must be backed up like all the other males in her life. ‘How can they stand it?’ she thought, ‘no wonder it leaks out when they are sleeping! Guys probably get so much cum filling up their balls; it just oozes out at night!’ But, she knew the best way to get a man’s cum out of his balls. “Are you sure you want to empty my balls for me, little girl?” Mr. Walker asked Tiffany warily. Tiffany nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please! But, you won’t tell on Timmy and me, right?” “No, little girl,” he replied. “I promise. If you empty my balls real nice, I won’t tell a soul about you sucking that little boy’s cock and having his cum all over your pretty little face and titties.” “Thank you, Mr. Walker!” Tiffany said. “I’ll do a real good suck-off for you!” she said, excited to help another yet male get relief and experience her first black man’s cock! “Oh, my name is ‘Tiffany’, pleased to meet you!” “My name is James, or Jimmy, but you can only call me that in here, OK? In the school, I’m still Mr. Walker.” “OK…, James,” She said shyly. She thought that ‘Jimmy’ sounded too much like a boy’s name, not a grown-up’s name. Mr. Walker was certainly grown up. He towered over her. Mr. Walker reached back, locked the door and then threw the bolt. He started to undress. Tiffany watched as he took off his shirt. His chest was dark, like his face. He was still very muscular and fit for his age. The hair on his chest was speckled with grey, just like the hair on his head. His arms were dark. “I like to be naked when I get my dick sucked,” he explained to her. That made perfect sense to Tiffany. She liked to be naked too. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor with a heavy ‘clank’, as his belt hit the cold tile floor. He kicked off his shoes and stood in front of Tiffany wearing nothing but his socks and underwear. His legs were dark. Mr. Walker slowly pushed down his boxers. Tiffany watched as the base of Mr. Walker’s cock appeared. It was thick and black. “I knew it would be black!” she breathed heavily. Tiffany stared, mesmerized and nearly shaking with anticipation. Mr. Walker kept pushing his underwear down. More and more of his long, black cock became exposed. “I knew it would be big!” she said out loud, proud that her cock-suspicions were confirmed. She felt like she was developing a sixth-sense when it came to cocks. Finally, his boxer’s fell to the floor, and Mr. Walker’s fat, black, uncircumcised cock was exposed in all of its glory. Not yet fully hard, it hung down, heavy, thick, and long. His huge ball-sack below his crotch swung back and forth ponderously as he kicked off his underwear. “I didn’t know it would be that big!” Tiffany exclaimed, “Just like Miss Mallory told us!” Tiffany remembered how her teacher stretched out her hands to inform the girls how some men had very big penises indeed. So excited, she fell to her knees before the black monster. Reaching up her pale hands, she gripped it, loving the contrast between her white hands and his dark, black cock. Her hands couldn’t even reach all the way around it! She felt it stiffening and she began to stroke it with both hands. She was amazed at the extra skin he had covering his cock-head. The skin would pull back a little bit, exposing some of his hardening cock-head, every time she stroked him. “You have a very nice cock, Mr. Walker,” Tiffany told him. “It is very big too!” “Thank you little girl…, I mean, thank you Tiffany,” he said, smiling down at the horny little white-girl playing with his big-black-cock. He wanted to fuck the little bitch, but he knew he would split her open. And, she didn’t have enough titties to fuck - like Miss Mallory - so, he would have to settle for a nice, long blow-job. ‘If my cock even fits in her mouth’ he thought to himself. Tiffany continued to give Mr. Walker a jack-off, staring at the skin peeling back and forth from his cock-head. “Mr. Walker…? I mean James!” Tiffany said. “What is the extra skin is on your penis is for? I’ve not seen that before…,” she almost added, ‘and I’m a cock-slut,’ but, she didn’t know a lot about black cocks and she didn’t want to appear uneducated and silly to her new friend. “Well, Tiffany,” he instructed, “All boys are born with that extra skin on the end of their dicks. Some are born with more skin, and some with less. The good Lord gave us that to protect our peckers and I believe he gave it to us to make us happy. Because, it feels so good when a little girl or a woman gets a man’s cock-head nice and wet with her mouth, and then that skin can slide back and forth a good long time without drying out.” “Oh!” she exclaimed. She was learning more and more about cocks! “You can pull the skin all the way back, Tiffany,” he encouraged. “Go ahead, you won’t hurt me.” Tiffany smiled at him and placed a hand over the black skin covering Mr. Walker’s cock-head. She gripped it and pulled it down toward his groin. His cock-head slowly appeared. It was fat and round. His piss-slit appeared, and then more of his glans, then the skin was pulled up and back and over his thick, dark ridge. “Farther,” he said, “Go ahead, you can pull it back really far, Tiffany.” Tiffany pulled the skin farther back. His cock-head was fully exposed and bent towards her face. She saw the skin attached under his slit still stretching and getting more and more taut. The skin on Mr. Walker’s cock was lighter behind his cock. His huge cock-head was dark and black, but a rich, deep, purple color circled its flared edges. When she felt like she couldn’t pull his skin back anymore without hurting him, she released her grip and the skin sprang back, neatly held in place by the thick, fat ridge of his cock-head. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “I like that!” She played with his cock a bit, licking his head with a sloppy, wet tongue, and getting it nice and coated with her spit. Then, she began sliding the skin back and forth with her hands. His cock-head appeared, wet and shining each time she stroked him. ‘If Theo and her dad had this extra skin, I wouldn’t need so much lotion!’ she realized. “Hey, do only black guys have this?” she suddenly asked him. “No, Tiffany,” he told her, “All boys are born with a foreskin, but it is usually cut off when they are babies.” “Foreskin…,” she said out loud, studying the loose skin sliding over the wet, shiny head; the cock-slut learned a new word! ‘Wait, what?’ She was suddenly stunned. “CUT IT OFF?” she exclaimed. No one told her about this before! “Why would they cut it off?” “Mostly, to fit in with the other boys,” he explained. He shrugged his shoulders. “I hear they don’t do it as much as they used to, though.” “What about baby girls, do they…, ‘cut’ their thingies too?” she asked. “No, Tiffany,” he reassured her. Mr. Walker decided to spare her any more traumas. ‘Not in this country, anyway,’ he said to himself. “Whew!” she sighed. After a few moments of stroking, she was burning up to ask more questions. “Uh, Mr. Walker.., James!” she said, inspecting his heavy ball-sack with her eyes and tiny hands. She ran her fingers thru the coarse hair above his cock, and played her fingers along his heavy, naked, balls. She toyed with his golf-ball size marbles, visible thru his swollen sack. “Why do you have hair up here,” she played with his curly, dense, crotch hair, “and none down here?” she traced her fingers up and down his hairless balls. “Well, I shave my balls, little g…, Tiffany,” he said. “Just like I shave my face.” “Why?” “Well,” he said, “I like to be nice and smooth down there.” “Me too!” “Oh, do you shave your little cunny?” he asked, imagining her smooth, naked twat. “No!” she said impishly, thinking James was being silly, while gently stroking his cock and playing with his balls. ”I mean…, I don’t shave, yet! I mean…, I probably will when I get older, but I don’t have any hair on my pussy, I mean my cunny, now… Wanna see?” Since Tiffany was looking at Mr. Walker’s cock, she thought it was only fair that he should see her pussy too. Without waiting for an answer she pulled her panties far out in front of her and pushed out her crotch for him to see. He looked down and saw her bald little slit and the dark, warm, wet spot that was soaking the front of her panties. “You have a very pretty pussy, Tiffany,” he told her. “Thank you, you have a very pretty cock, James,” she told him. “Thank you,” he replied. “I like your balls a lot, too.” she told him. She liked how they were smooth, just like Timmy’s. “Would you like to suck ‘em and lick ‘em for me, Tiffany?” He almost called her ‘little-girl’ again. ”That’s another reason I keep them shaved nice and smooth. Miss M…, I mean most girls like it because it keeps my hair from getting caught in their teeth while they suck my balls.” “Yeah, I hate it when I get hair in my teeth,” she agreed. “Does sucking balls make the sperm come out better or faster, like tickling them with your fingers?” Tiffany asked, tickling his balls with her fingers. “Well, it sure feels good,” he said. “And, whatever feels good to a man - or a boy - helps him build up a real, nice, cum load. So yeah, it can make them cum faster and harder too. But, most guys want sex to last as long as possible, because it feels so damn good.” “OK,” she agreed, “I’ll do your balls too.” She crawled underneath Mr. Walker’s balls. He squatted down, tea-bagging the little ignorant slut. She looked up at his clean shaven testicles and began licking his ball-sack. She licked them from front to back, twice, only stopping when she got too close to his ass-crack. “Suck ‘em, too,” he reminded her. “And now…, you be gentle with a man’s balls.” “I know!” Tiffany replied, slightly exasperated. She was getting tired of men and boys reminding her to be gentle with their balls! ‘If their balls hurt, why do they want me to play with them all the time?’ she wondered. Tiffany sucked one heavy ball into her mouth, then the other. They were nearly more than a mouthful. She licked his sack and felt their weight on her face. Peering back at his butt-crack, she could see his black ass-cheeks and his puckered hole as he squatted over her. He smelled a little funky from working all morning. She breathed in, trying to decide if she liked it or not. She knew she liked the smell of a nice set of sweaty balls; like Theo’s after school, or her dad’s after yard work. And, ass-funk didn’t smell too bad. She figured she had to learn to like it, if she ever wanted to be an ass-slut. She took another breath and sucked another ball into her mouth, then the other. She licked him up and down, even exploring behind his ball sack with her tongue and the base of his ass-crack. “Oh, yeah, you are a good little ball-sucker, Tiffany,” he said, encouraging her, and waiting to see how far she intended to go. Tiffany sucked and licked and decided she really liked sucking balls. Finally, Mr. Walker stood up. He was ready to get his cock sucked and blow a load onto the little cock-slut. “Thank you,” she said, “I liked sucking your balls.” She wondered if there was such a thing as a ‘ball-slut.’ She ran her tongue over her teeth, checking for stuck hairs. ‘Nope!’ “Now, let’s see if you are a good little cock-sucker,” he said, waving his hard cock at her. It was nearly as long as her forearm. “I hope you like it,” she said. “I’m a good cock-slut…, well,” she added humbly, “I’m trying to be a good cock-slut. I’m still learning…, James,” Tiffany admitted. “Thank you for teaching me about black cocks and ball sucking and foreskins and stuff!” Tiffany was going to show him how good she could give a suck-off. She stretched her mouth as wide as she could, flattened her tongue, and pushed her mouth over Mr. Walker’s thick cock-head. It barley fit in her mouth! She began to wiggle her tongue on the underside and then gave it a gentle suck; bobbing her head the slightest amount until the thick head hit the back of her throat. Gamely, she struggled on. She was determined to help this nice old man who was teaching her so much about big, black, cocks. Her stretched, tired, mouth began to ache after a while, so she decided to take a quick break. She pulled her mouth off of his cock-head and jacked his foreskin over his slick, fat head, over and over. “Sorry, my jaw is getting tired, Mr. Walker…, James,” she admitted. “I need a lot more practice.” Tiffany jerked his cocked with both hands. “You give a nice blow-job, Tiffany,” he told her. “I know it is not easy, since you have such a small mouth, and I have such a big cock.” “A blow-job?” she asked. “Am I doing it wrong? Am I supposed to blow, instead of suck?” She saw the exasperated look on Mr. Walker’s face. It was the same look her dad or her teachers gave her when she asked too many questions. “I know, I know…,” she replied. “More sucking and less talking!” she began sucking his fat cock again, stroking and ticking his cock. It began to swell in her mouth even more. She couldn’t believe what a big, hard, cock he had! “What you are doing is called a ‘blow-job’, little-girl…, Tiffany,” he told her, “And yes, you suck and lick and stroke it up and down, just like you are doing. I don’t know why they call it a ‘blow-job’ – maybe because it looks like you are blowing up a balloon, instead of sucking a dick. I’ve not heard it called a ‘suck-off’ before, but I don’t claim to know all of the funny things you kids say nowadays. My generation also called it ‘giving head’, like ‘hey, bitch, give me some head.’ You can also ‘jack-off’ a boy’s cock, or give him a ‘hand-job.’“ Tiffany took her mouth off of his cock again, to ask him more questions. Mr. Walker looked at her sternly, put his hands on the back of her head and forced his cock back into her mouth. “Listen, little girl,” he told her. “I don’t care if you call it a ‘suck-off’, or a ‘jack-off’ or a fucking ‘slurp-n-swallow,’ but I’m getting really horny now, lil’ bitch, and I need your pale-little-tittied-whore self to get busy on my big black, dick! You said you were going to empty my balls for me, now do it, you cock-teasing, cock-sucking, ball-sucking little-girl-slut!!” “Hrmmfff, hrmmmm!fff” Tiffany grunted, her face full of hard, black cock. Mr. Walker was fully hard now. His huge cock was throbbing in Tiffany’s little mouth. He was so nice a moment ago, and now, he was calling her names! She struggled a bit and finally pulled his cock out of her tired mouth. She looked up at him, a little angry, but said to him timidly, “You are scaring me a little, Mr. Walker…,” “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, truly apologetic, but hornier than hell. “I forgot that you were still a little girl. I’ll be nice, Tiffany; I’m used to grown up girls sucking my…,” “I’m not a little girl!” she shot back, “I just don’t like to be called bad names!” She wrapped her mouth around his cock again. She bobbed her head until his cock pushed against the back of her throat. She would show him! “No, you are not a little girl anymore, Tiffany,” he agreed, “But you are still on the small side, compared to me. But, yes, you are nice, young woman who likes to help boys and old men get their balls emptied, and I’m sorry for calling you bad names. “But, you see,” he added, while Tiffany kept on sucking, “A lot of men like to talk dirty to their women, and a lot of women like to be told how nasty they are, when they are sucking on a man’s cock or licking his balls. I thought you might like it too, well, because you are a cock-slut, aren’t you? Most sluts like to be reminded that they are acting like a dirty, nasty, whores – it makes their pussies wet.” “Well,” she said, pausing once again. “Since I know you aren’t really being mean, and, if you like doing it so you can cum better, you can call me bad names.” Tiffany was actually proud of being a ‘good little cock-slut,’ and, she just learned that being ‘dirty’ and ‘nasty’ were just other sex words. “I do like to be called a ‘good cock-slut’ and a ‘cum-slut,’” she told Mr. Walker. “Well, in that case, get your little, white, cock-sucking-slutty mouth back on my big, black, cock, bitch!” He smiled at her. Tiffany smiled back and began to suck with renewed enthusiasm. “Oh, yeah, suck it, you good, little, cock-slut,” he told her. “You are a nasty, little whore, aren’t you, Tiffany?” “Mmmmmm,” she replied. “Does sucking James’ big, black cock make your tight, little, white-girl, pussy all wet?” “Mmmm, hmmmm!” Tiffany groaned, feeling her slit oozing. “Go ahead, rub that nasty, little slit of yours, Tiffany,” He prompted her. “Rub that tiny, white, nasty, slimy, fuck-hole while you suck on my big, black, cock.” Tiffany took a small, pale, hand off of Mr. Walker’s hard shaft and slowly slipped it into her panties. She jacked him with one hand while she fingered her slippery cunt with the other. She licked and sucked his fat cock-head, as she rubbed herself. “Mmmmm, mmmm!” she moaned. This was going to be fun! Mr. Walker began rambling. “All fucking day long you little white bitches, with your perky little white titties, teasing old Mr. Walker until his big, black, cock gets stiff in his work pants. I see you little whores looking at it, wishing you could touch it and suck it and taste it, just like you are doing now. “All of you cock-teasing, panty-flashing, bra-less, hard-nippled, white-girls with your wet little pussies and tight little ass-holes, all wishing they could have old Mr. Walker’s big, black, cock. “And, all of your white, cock-teasing, teachers, who pretend they are just being nice to me, when all they want is my big, fat, black, cock shoved up their nasty, white cunts. They want to feel their sloppy cunts stretched wide and packed full of my black-dick, so they can feel what fucking a real man is like – moaning and screaming and cumming on my fuck-stick ‘cause they know they never feel like that with their tiny-dicked husbands. “Are you rubbing your pussy, Tiffany?” he asked. “Mmmm, mmm!” Why did she never think about rubbing her pussy while she was sucking cock before? Hearing Mr. Walker talking dirty, rubbing her slippery cunt, and sucking on his big, black, cock was going to give her a huge orgasm. “Do you wish my big, black cock was fucking your tight little pussy right now, Tiffany?” “Hmmm?” Tiffany knew that ‘Intercourse’ is for making babies, but, oh, the thought of a hard cock sliding in and out, in and out, of her little pussy? It would be just like daddy’s tongue, but hard and much, much fatter! She was going to be a fuck-slut for sure one day!’ “Fucking your hot, nasty, little cunt until you cream all over my cock?” “Mmmm, mmm!” “Are you about to cum, bitch? Are you getting off sucking Mr. Walker’s black cock while you finger your nasty, white fuck-hole?” “Mmm, hmmm!” Tiffany tried to nod her head, but it was difficult to do with a mouth full of hard cock. “Here let me help you, slut.” Mr. Walker reached down and grabbed a handful of tit with each hand. He squeezed her breasts and pinched her fat nipples, hard! Tiffany orgasmed. Knowing she had to be quiet, she mewed and grunted as her orgasm washed over her. She did her best to suck Mr. Walkers cock, but she was wiggling and writhing, as she fingered her gushing pussy. The orgasm shook her small body until she was quivering. “Want my cum now, Tiffany, you nasty, little cum-slut?” “Mffph, mmm, hmmm!” she groaned. She was melting. Her orgasm, nearly finished, began all over again - just thinking about receiving another load of hot cum. She smashed her hand onto her clit and rubbed. “Mmmm…, mmmmm…, mmmmm,” she moaned. Her pussy twitched, she almost swallowed Mr. Walker’s cock. “Take it all, bitch,” Mr. Walker pulled his fat cock out of Tiffany’s mouth and stroked his cock at her, inches from her face. “Open your mouth, like a good little cum-slut,” he ordered. Tiffany opened her mouth and wiggled her tongue back and forth. She watched Mr. Walker stroke his massive cock. The foreskin slid up and back on his swollen cock-head, first hiding his piss-slit within the loose folds, then making it appear, over and over again. “Uuuunnnngggghhh!” he grunted, feeling his orgasm begin. He was going to spray the little white cunt with his thick seed. He watched her waiting for it, nearly begging for his cum. Her titties glistened her boyfriend’s cum; she pulled her shining hand from her tired cunt and groped both breasts. Tiffany closed her eyes, and then opened them again quickly - so she wouldn’t to miss anything - and then opened her mouth even wider. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” she said, like she was waiting for her doctor’s tongue depressor. She stuck out her tongue as far as she could, ready to catch his sperm. The cum surged from his balls, up his shaft and flew in a thick white arc, splattering Tiffany’s cheek. ‘I knew his cum would be white, just like regular cum!’ she thought, but in reality, she had had her doubts. “You cock-sucking…, unngh!” He spurted another blast of thick hot cum directly into Tiffany’s opened mouth. She closed her mouth to swallow the huge load. It tasted just like regular cum, too! “Cum-guzzling…, unngh!” Another blast splattered her lips and painted her face, making her blink before she could open her mouth again. The thick cream dripped onto her breasts. “Tiny-titted…, unnhg! Fat-nippled…, ungh” He unloaded onto her tits; first one, then the other. Tiffany couldn’t believe how much cum was coming out of his shaft! ‘He really was all backed up with sperm!’ She glanced at his tightened ball sack, wondering how much baby-juice was still left inside them. He shoved his spurting cock into Tiffany’s opened mouth. With each spurt, he grunted more foul language at her. “Ball-sucking…, unnhg, cum-covered…, ungh, nigger-loving…, unnnghhh!” Tiffany swallowed as best she could, but his fat cock-head didn’t allow her to close her mouth tightly around it. Cum gushed from both sides of her mouth and landed on her breasts. The last heavy spurts oozed into her mouth and Tiffany licked and swallowed, savoring Mr. Walker’s sperm until he finished unloading his seed into her. She lovingly licked his cock-head and tongued his foreskin, trying to see if she could get her tongue under his skin. “Pretty little…, old-man pleasing…, gorgeous…, cock-loving young lady…,” he spoke kindly and softly to he as he gasped for air, watching Tiffany clean up his cock. She even gave his balls a tender lick. “Ahhh, that was good. Thank you Tiffany,” he said. “You are just what this old man needed.” “You’re welcome, James.” Tiffany said. She felt his cum dripping from her face and tried her best to lick it up. She gathered it with her fingers, sucked her fingers dry and decided to rub the rest into her breasts. It was too much cum to waste when it could be making her little titties grow. ‘It will dry, eventually’ she thought. “I liked it when you talked dirty to me,” she admitted. “You were right, it did make my pussy wet.” She rubbed her pussy thinking about it. “Mr. Walker? I mean James, is a ‘nasty little cum-slut’ the same thing as a ‘good little cum-slut?’ ” “Well, Tiffany, I like nasty sex. The dirtier and nastier the better! So, for me, I guess, a ‘dirty, filthy, nasty cum-slut’ is the same thing as a ‘very, very, very, good cum-slut!’“ “Am I a nasty little cum-slut then?” she asked, fishing for compliments while licking the cum off of her fingers and rubbing his sperm into her hardened nipples. “Oh, yes. The best!” he smiled at her. “Thank you. And, James, are you really having…,” she started to say ‘have intercourse,’ but she decided she liked dirty words better. “Are you really fucking some of my teachers?” Tiffany asked, starting to get up from the floor. Mr. Walker helped her, grabbing her arm with a huge hand. Tiffany’s jaw ached, her arms were tired, and her knees hurt. “Well, I shouldn’t say, Tiffany,” he said. “We don’t want any rumors going around school, like janitor’s fucking teachers, or certain young ladies giving blow-jobs and suck-offs during school hours, do we?” He reached to the floor to pickup his underwear. “No,” she agreed. “But, I thought fucking was only for making babies?” “Tiffany, fucking is probably the best thing two people can do together. If fucking was only used for making babies, we would be up to our titties with babies.” “But, what about the sperm and the egg and reproduction and...” she babbled, confused, but excited to learn something new. He put up his hand to stop her from talking. ‘What is Miss Mallory teaching these kids?’ he wondered. “Look, Tiffany, you are a smart girl,” he lied. “All you have to do is keep the sperm and the egg from touching each other.” “Oh!” she said, slowing understanding. “But how?” “Oh, shit. I’m not your mother or your teacher,” he grumbled, watching her rub her slimy, cum covered fingers into her bald, little pussy. “Get the boy to wear a ‘rubber’, a condom, or get on birth-control-pills, or hell, let them fuck your ass instead of your pussy!” “My ass…,” she thought intrigued. “Oh!” she realized, “That’s what an ass-slut does!” Mr. Walker nodded. “That and other things,” he said. “Ask your little boy-friend to eat your ass for you, the next time he is licking your pussy, OK?” he told her. Staring off into space, he added “I love a good ass licking…,” “Eat…? Ass…? Lick…?” Thinking of a slippery tongue in her pussy and her ass-hole made Tiffany shiver with pleasure. “So, that is how you keep from having babies? Rubbers, pills, and ass-fucking?” “Sure, that ought to work, but talk to your mom, or Miss Malloy. Just don’t mentioned old Jimmy’s name, OK?” “OK!” “Uh, have you bled yet,” he asked her, nodding towards her slimy fuck-hole and she put her bra over her cum-covered titties. “Oh, you mean my ‘period?’ No, not yet,” she told him, patting her bra firmly against his cum puddles. “Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Tiffany came closer to hear his ‘secret.’ “You can fuck all you want to without worrying about getting knocked-up, until you bleed for the first time, because you don’t have any eggs yet.” “Wow, thanks for letting me know, Mr. James!” She didn’t have to wait until she got older to become a fuck-slut! She kind of wished Mr. Walker would fuck her right now, but eyeing his softening cock as he slipped on his underwear and pants, she knew it wouldn’t fit into her tiny little hole. At least not yet. “Look, I’m going to take a nap,” he told her. “You can clean yourself up in the sink over there, and since you were so nice to me, take that key from the hook over there on the wall, just by the door. It’s a spare key to this room, so you and your boyfriend can use it once in a while, or if you need another lesson from me.” “I like your lessons, James!” Tiffany said, excited to have a private place where she could practice with her boyfriend and learn more about sex. ”I learned more from you by skipping study-hall than I ever did going to it!” Tiffany exclaimed. “I’ll be coming back here a lot!” Mr. Walker grinned. ‘What was it about white-girls and big, black, cocks?’ he wondered, lying on his worn-out cot. “Lock the door and turn off the light on your way out. If anyone sees you, just tell them you needed help with your locker, OK?” “OK!” She washed the sperm from her face and pulled her dress over her sticky, cum-covered body. Grabbing the key, she opened the door and turned off the light. “Bye, James!” she whispered. “It was very nice to meet you!” “Good-bye, Tiffany. It was nice meeting you too, you nasty, little cum-slut.” Pleased by his compliment, she smiled wickedly and closed the door softly behind her.

Bikini High 2 by Neykid Bikini High 2 chapter 1 Faith Kaufman, an adventurous young Amish woman wanting more out of life one day decided she didn’t want to be Amish anymore. She did have her time with her rumspringa but when she came back the world outside was calling her but the only thing stopping her was, she would have to give up her family and would be shunned by everyone in her community as well. Faith, wanting to be a proper teacher and would have to go to college or university, began to make plans to leave. With her time outside before she set up an email just in case, she needed it to keep in contact with her mother. The night before she left, she spent it with her family, but she cried herself to sleep knowing she would never see her family or friends again. She left a note for her mom giving her reasons for leaving and an email to contact her. In the beginning she had a hard time with her new way of life and missing her family, but she persevered. She got used to wearing regular clothes while working as a waitress to put herself through college. But she stayed away from the college way of life of partying and drinking. Eventually she made it and became a teacher. She emailed her mom that she had made it and became a teacher. Her mom was very proud of her. A month after graduation she applied for a teaching job which was across the country. She knew it would take her further away from her mom and family, but she had to do it. She had come this far. The day of her leaving she put her life possessions into one suitcase. Another page had turned in her quest to be a teacher. Her mother wished her luck through email. All faith could afford was to take the greyhound bus. It seemed like it took forever but eventually she arrived at her destination. First thing that hit her was how hot it was and the second was how scantily clad everyone was, especially the woman. Men in just board shorts or speedos while women were in next to nothing bikinis. It was a complete shock how someone could go around exposing themselves in such a way, but she could understand it because of the heat which was starting to get to her. She had to wait around for the next bus to take her to her destination where she would be living. When the bus was ready for boarding, she couldn’t believe how the girls and women were dressed. Their bikinis were hiding nothing. She became embarrassed for them the way they were showing all their naughty bits. She tried to hide her eyes, but it was no use especially when one girl sat beside her with a bikini that barely covered her. She smiled at faith then she said, “Yo girl you have got to ditch those clothes it is too hot for those things you have on.” Faith couldn’t agree more but it was all she had on, and it would have to do until she found a place. But everywhere she looked was half naked men and women. She was committed now, and this was her first job so she couldn’t give up now. The girl beside her on the bus was begging her to take something off. She had to admit to herself it was bloody hot to have what she had on. She agreed with her but somehow that gave her the go ahead to start taking her top off. Faith tried to stop her but she explained that it would be okay. She had already unbuttoned all the buttons on her blouse. Faith looked around her to see if anyone was watching but no one was like it was normal. Then faith realized it was her stop and panicked and excused herself and quickly headed for the door to get off the bus. There she was standing there with her shirt fully open exposing her bra. She had never done that before, her 38 DDs she always tried to hide. She was frozen on the spot. There she was showing loads of cleavage in her old bra. She didn’t know exactly where she was, but she knew she was standing in the middle of the street in just her open shirt and jeans. She did feel cooler to have her shirt open but then the debate in her head to button her shirt or leave it started. She looked around at the people passing her by that had next to nothing on so decided to leave it open. It was a new experience for her to show off her bra in public. It took her about thirty minutes of walking around to find the place where she was going to live. For a second, she thought about doing up her shirt, but she gave a big sigh and pushed the buzzer to reach the landlord. “This is Faith. I am here for the apartment.” “Yea I will be down in a minute.” Faith got all nervous again that she was showing her bra and lots of cleavage. When Oscar came down, he was mesmerized by her large tits. Faith tried to ignore it, and tried to put her nervousness out of her mind Oscar gave her the walk through her new apartment. But was still preoccupied with showing her bra in front of a man she found attractive. Oscar was just in a pair of shorts showing off a fit body something Faith never saw before. A person with rippling abs. When they finished going over and signing the rental agreement. She took off her shirt and jeans to cool off then Oscar walked back in saying he forgot to give her the keys. Now he caught her standing there in her bra and panties. Faith gave out a shriek as he walked over, apologized and gave her the keys. Her first day in her new place and she was already exposing herself more than she had ever done before. Faith had two days before she had to start her new teaching job, so it gave her time to get herself some furniture and a bed for her new place. It was a strange new world she moved too. Everyone was either half naked, in some sort of swim wear or lack off or in shorts and tank tops. But it was a lot of women in the skimpiest bathing suits that took her by surprise. Some suits barely covered the nipples, and the bottoms were almost nonexistent. Faith knew she had to almost follow the native town folk to deal with the heat so besides the furniture store she had to get more summer-like clothes. She went with just shorts and a t-shirt because there was no way she was going around in a bikini. By the time Monday morning rolled around, Faith was kind of nervous on her first day. So, she got on the bus and saw that most were in bikinis or just shorts, she felt like the odd one out. Her Amish upbringing wouldn’t allow her to be so immodest. When she entered the school, she saw the same thing which kind of unnerved her. Then she met Mr Wallace the principal who gave her an orientation then walked her to her first class. Still kind of nervous, she introduced herself and gave a little background. While she was getting to know her students the heat was getting to her so much, she wanted to take her top off to get some relief. Her students looked fine especially the ones that were half naked which was sort of making her jealous. By the end of the day, she had had it with the heat and had to do something about it. So, she went to the nearest bikini store and asked the clerk who was half naked what her top sellers were. She grabbed three of them and to faith each one had less and less material. Now she was having a massive debate with herself, but she chose the one to her that had the most material. Then she changed her mind and decided to not buy the bikinis. Now she was mad at herself because she didn’t want to disappoint anyone, this was her first teaching job. It was too hot in her apartment because her AC unit was not working so she just stripped down to her underwear. But before long she had to take her bra off because she had been wearing it all day. She smiled to herself that this was the first time ever being half naked in any place she lived. She made her dinner then sat down to watch some TV. While watching Tv she got the urge to take off her panties as well. “What the hell.” She thought and stood up and took them off. Then she went to the fridge and got herself a drink. Then an awkward feeling came over her that she shouldn’t be naked, but she pushed through it. She had had enough of tv and began to look over her lessons for the next day. Sitting naked at her kitchen table was throwing her off. She couldn’t concentrate so just decided to go to bed. She tossed and turned for a while because of her mind racing about school, the heat but mainly that she might have to give in and wear skimpy bikinis to deal with the heat. Eventually she did fall asleep. The next morning, still naked she made her breakfast and had some coffee. Then she had her shower but all she could think about was what to wear. She wasn’t going half naked in school. She put on her underwear and shorts and t-shirt and headed for the bus stop. She was amazed how freely the girls went about without a care in the world on what body parts were exposed. It was against how she was brought up to never flaunt herself and to always dress modestly. When she got to school, she had to ask why there wasn’t any air conditioning in the school. She didn’t like the answer she got. It turns out that it got too expensive to have AC on in school, so they allowed bikinis or any skimpy outfits to deal with the heat. Faith was already having a hard time dealing with the heat by the end of her first class. Halfway through her second class she started to feel dizzy and almost passed out. A couple of her male students helped her to the nurse’s room. “Alright take all her clothes off and put her in the shower.” The nurse said Faith was trying to protest but she had no energy to do so. Her male students were laughing and making remarks on how they were finally going to see her naked. The nurse didn’t say a word to chastise them. The boys got to her bra, and they quickly took it off. They paused to gawk at her magnificent tits. When they pulled her panties down, they were even more surprised. They had never seen anyone with a full-on bush before. Faith was getting really embarrassed but she was still dizzy and kind of out of it until the boys held her up in the shower. Their hands were everywhere to keep her up in the shower. She started to come around and started to protest again but the nurse slapped her ass and said “serves you right for wearing so many clothes in this heat.” Then they took her out of the shower and sat her down. With her legs apart and her head down she just quietly breathed. She didn’t pay attention to what the boys were saying about her body but then she heard Mr Wallace come in the door. It made her panic. She didn’t want him to see her naked, but she couldn’t get out of the chair. She was still feeling the effects of heat exhaustion. No one was helping her cover up, so she sat there resigned that her boss was going to see her naked. Now four people were standing there talking about her but more about her massive amounts of pubic hair. “I think I have something in my office for her to wear.” Mr Wallace said and left quickly Her head started to clear up then she looked at the two boys and the nurse then she said “Do the boys need to be here. I don’t want them looking at my naked body anymore.” she said as she started to tear up Bikini High 2 chapter 2 “The boys are here just in case you need to go into the shower again. You know what I think she does need to go have another shower. Come on boys, lift her up again.” The nurse said with a cheeky grin The boys’ hands were all over Faith’s tits to get her up from the chair which made her determined to make her legs move. She did give a little assistance. Her head began getting clearer and the feeling getting back in her legs she was able to stand on her own. Now her thoughts all went to her being naked between two boys. Mr Wallace came back with something for faith to wear. He held it up for Faith to see. “Come let’s try it on.” She slowly walked over, and he kneeled on the ground holding the bikini bottoms for her to step into. Her next thought was now he was going to be face to face with her hairy vagina as she lifted her leg to step into the bikini bottoms. “You know you really should trim all this hair to make it nice.” Mr Wallace said as he pointed to it. Her new bikini bottoms were rather tight and covered her pretty well, but the top Mr Wallace gave her did the opposite. The t-shirt that was cut in such a way that it showed a lot of under boob. Then the nurse gave her a gatorade to replace some electrolytes she had lost. Standing there drinking her gatorade she noticed her right boob became fully exposed when she lifted her arm up to take a sip. Now she became anxious about exposing her boobs to everyone in the school. “I can’t teach like this my boobs are going to be exposed every time I move.” She said to Mr Wallace “Look everything is going to be okay. Other students wear practically next to nothing. So, your t-shirt will be just fine. “ Faith took another sip of gatorade. “So do you feel up to going back to class?” The nurse said Faith looked at everyone in the room then gave a sigh and said, “I guess so.” “Great.” Said Mr Wallace said as left the room with the two boys “I can’t go out of here looking like this can I? There is nothing else I can wear?” Faith said hoping that she didn’t have to or the nurse had something else that would cover her top more. “You will be fine. Look what I am wearing.” The nurse said as she lifted her short skirt up showing Faith that she had no panties on. Then grabbed her breast through her flimsy top which showed cleavage and side boob. She gave another sigh acknowledging that she would have to teach the rest of the day in what she had on. The nurse gave her another bottle of gatorade and sent her on her way. She was a complete bundle of nerves as she made her way back to her classroom. There was no way she could have imagined wearing what she had on to teach in a million years but here she was walking down the corridor with a lot of under boob showing and getting stares from all the students. She tried her best to cover up with her left arm while she wrote on the board. But sometimes her arm would slowly drop exposing her breasts then she would quickly cover up again. She was in a constant state of embarrassment, but her students seem to enjoy seeing her in her predicament. She was grateful when lunch time came around and she was able to hide in the teacher’s lounge. But then she got comments from the other teachers that it was about time she wore less clothes. She sat there shyly smiling while she ate her lunch. The rest of her classes were the same. She was trying to teach without exposing herself too much. When the bell rang to signal the end of her last class, she breathed a sigh of relief now she gets to go home. Then panic set in again, she realized she would have to ride the bus home in her state of dress. She sat there for quite awhile in her empty classroom trying to work up the nerve to go home. She lifted up and pulled on her t-shirt to see if it would stretch when the janitor wearing a wife beater and small pair of shorts showing the outline of what he had walked in and saw her exposed breasts. “Wow those are some nice titties you have there.” He said She gave a little scream and pulled her t-shirt down. “Thank you I guess.” She replied as she began to sob “What’s wrong my dear.” “I don’t know if I can go home looking like this. This shirt barely covers my tits.” She said crudely and flips her shirt up. Then she turns to him, but her eye catches the bulge in his shorts. “It will be okay honey. I know you are new here, but do you see the dress code around this town? Some people are practically naked even a few female teachers here. Still with her tits on display she continued to talk to him and told him her background. Now he knew where she was coming from so he said “Just take one step at a time and before long your tits will be on display all the time.” He said with a chuckle “Oh my god.” She said as she pulled her shirt down and crossed her arms over her chest. The janitor laughed and said, “Why are you covering up? I have already seen them.” She chuckled to herself and then looked up at him. “There you go, are you happy?” Faith said as he flipped her top up again He just stared at her tits with a big smile on his face then looked up at her and said, “There that isn’t so bad there is it?” She had to agree with him “But I am just flashing you my tits not a whole bus load of people.” She spoke “If you want, I can walk you to the bus stop.” He said as looked at her tits again Faith agreed so they began to walk down the corridor. “Oh by the way my name is Jazz.” “I am Faith.” She as she pulled down her t-shirt “No no keep your t-shirt up.” She looked at him nervously as she lifted her t-shirt up again. The closer she got to the bus stop the more nervous she got. Jazz held her hand to comfort her. Waiting for the bus with her tits out was nerve racking almost to the point of feeling faint. “It’s going to be okay. Looking back on this you are going to wonder why you were so scared.” “I don’t think so.” She said while shaking like a leaf “Look at all the people waiting here. Do they seem concerned that you are topless?” Faith nervously glanced around at the people waiting for the bus. A few smiled at her while others were doing their own thing. “I suppose not.” She said as she calmed down a bit Then she saw a woman walk up to the bus stop who basically had everything showing. “Hey Jazz, where can I find a bikini like hers.” He looked over at her and gave an approving smile and said “There is a shop just a couple of blocks over.” “Can you help me shop for one.” She said as she touched his arm With the biggest grin he agreed to help her. Still nervous as hell, she and Jazz walked to the bikini shop. This was well out of her comfort zone, but she made it to the store while exposing her breasts. Once in the store they both went through the selection. “These are quite popular.” He said as he picked out a see thru sling shot bikini. “Are you kidding me? I can’t wear that.” “Sure, you can. Go and try it on.” “Where are the changing rooms?” Jazz gave a loud chuckle “There aren’t any changing rooms.” “Are you kidding me?” She said as she couldn’t believe him Then the salesclerk who was also wearing a similar bikini came over to them and asked if they needed help. “She doesn’t believe me there are no changing rooms because she wants to try on this one.” “He is right, we don’t have changing rooms.” “So, I get naked in front of everyone?” “Yes, that is right girl.” The clerk said and began to strip Faith But when it came to her bikini bottoms, she stopped the salesclerk from pulling them down. “Come on, you can do it, off with your bikini bottoms.” Jazz said “No, no I am not shaved down there.” Faith said as she panicked “Really.” Jazz said which intrigued him “We also offer bikini waxing.” The salesclerk said “Well let’s see what we have to work with.” Jazz said and whipped them down quickly Faith stood there stunned as Jazz and the clerk just stared at her crotch. “Oh, dear, that is quite the nest of hair. We have to do something about that.” The clerk said and led Faith by the hand naked to the waxing room She was beginning to get overwhelmed about being totally naked in a store in front of two strangers. She got faith to lay down on the table and prepared to wax her. Jazz held her hand and said “It had been a long time since I have seen a hairy pussy like yours. It is a nice change to all those bald beavers.” “You like a hairy one?” “Hell no, get that all off.” He said as he laughed ran his hand through her pubic hair She was a bit shocked at his forwardness at touching her in that way, but his joking manner calmed her down. Then the salesclerk began to wax her. Jazz never looked anywhere else but between her legs as she got waxed. Then her Amish upbringing was making her feel guilty about a man she barely knew seeing her naked from all angles but also a stranger touching her down there. When she had to get up on all fours Jazz gave a whistle of approval. “Jazz, stop it.” Faith said now completely embarrassed “I can’t, that is one fine ass.” He said “He is right honey you have a really nice ass.” She said as spread her cheeks to spread the wax When she was all done, Faith and Jazz went out to the store to try some bikinis. Faith felt even more naked now that her pubic hair was removed. Then a bunch of people came into the store and Faith panicked and hid behind Jazz. “It’s okay to try this on.” She took the bikini and turned around to put it on when she saw herself in the mirror. “All my hair is gone.” She said as she ran her hand over it For a moment she forgot there were other people in the store. She couldn’t get over how nice it felt but she touched herself one to many times that she had an orgasm. Jazz grabbed a hold of her as she began to shake then he turned her around and hugged her close just in case she fell. Faith felt so exposed, vulnerable and comforted in Jazz’s arms. Then embarrassment set in again that this all happened in a store in front of people she barely knew. She felt like putting on her borrowed bikini bottoms and t-shirt quickly to cover up, but she reached for the bikini in the sales clerk’s hand. While standing there naked it took her several seconds to figure out how to put the bikini on. As more people saw her naked, she became more flustered and made her fumble around with the bikini. The salesclerk helped her to put it on then she stood there looking in the mirror in shock that the strips of material just covered the nipples on her huge breast and the bottom part exposed her lips. She stared at herself for a few minutes when Jazz spoke up and said “Man that looks hot on you.” Bikini High 2 chapter 3 She began to shake her head “I can’t wear this, it isn’t covering anything.” She began to sob “Look sweetie if I can do it, you can. You have the body for it.” She said as she adjusted the strips of material on purpose just to feel her tits “You will do just fine. Anyway, I have to get back to work.” He said as he cupped her hand and thanked her Now she was alone with the salesclerk “So why is everyone basically naked in this town.” “It was to save money. It was taking so much power to keep things cool that the town council came up with the plan to allow people to wear anything skimpy even if it showed quite a lot.” “Why didn’t they just let people go naked then.” She said as she pointed to her bikini “That is why the law is kind of funny. They didn’t want people to go naked but the bikinis they allowed they might as well be. But hey it is kind of fun to go around like this all day.” She said as exposed her breasts. “And technically you can get naked indoors if you want to just not outside “So do you want to buy this one? Faith looked at the bubbly sales clerk and said “Yes.” “Cool, I need you to take it off so I can scan it.” Faith looked around the shop at the several people in the store then took off the bikini and gave it to the salesclerk. She did know what to do with herself while standing naked in the store but then she felt a tap on her shoulder. She quickly turned around and saw one of her students smiling at her. She screamed and covered herself the best she could. “Whoa it is okay Ms Kaufman I was wondering when you join us natives and wear less clothing. Come on, let’s take a good look.” He said with a cheeky grin She gave a big sigh and let her arms full down to her side. “Holy Ms Kaufman those tits are awesome, and that ass is out of this world.” He said as he put his hand on her ass “Thanks Adrian I guess.” She said with major butterflies in her stomach while standing naked for her first in time in front of one of her students “Are you going to be wearing a bikini at school tomorrow?” “Maybe.” She said quietly “Cool, hey guys it’s Ms Kaufman.” He said and motioned for them to come over Faith began to panic a bit when more of her students circled her to look at her. Faith was done with being naked now she wanted to cover up, but her bikini bottoms and t-shirt were out of reach. Then the girls and boys said goodbye and left her standing there. She stood there stunned when the salesclerk snapped her out of it to hand her her new bikini. She thanked the salesclerk and hurried to put on her bikini bottoms and t-shirt. She stuffed her new bikini in her purse and headed for the bus stop to go home. Standing there waiting for the bus she heard Jazz’s voice in her head coaxing her to leave her t-shirt up to expose her tits. She was having this battle in her head should I or shouldn’t I. When the bus came, she noticed the bus was quite full. When she boarded there were no seats, so she had to stand and hold on to the overhead bar for support. Right away she noticed that her t-shirt that came just below her nipples rose up an inch or so. She tried not to panic now that she was topless on the bus. She looked around and the only one that took notice was an old man. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. This was a different world to her where nobody had any qualms about her being topless. Her stop came up and she kept her nipples exposed as she walked off the bus and then home. When she got inside her apartment she stripped off and had to put on her new bikini and look at herself in the mirror. She looked at herself from different angles then she sat on her bed to think about her day of being exposed but to her surprise she had to admit she liked it. Now what she was going to do she knew had to conform to this way of life, so she decided to spend the rest of the night in her bikini. When she woke up the next morning, she felt guilty for what happened so her enthusiasm for being exposed waned. So, she put on her regular t-shirts and shorts minus underwear and headed to the bus stop. She noticed the old man from the day before smiling at her. With all the people coming and going she ended up standing next to the old man. He smiled at her and said” How come you are not exposing your lovely breasts?” “I don’t know, I am kind of new at this.” She said bashfully “I kind of figured that but that is okay. So, are you going to?” “Am I going to what?” she said puzzled “You know.” He said as his eyes drifted down to her breasts as did the guys next to him She clued in and looked around contemplating lifting her t-shirt and battled with it for a few minutes. Then she looked him in the eyes and she lifted her t-shirt up and it felt quite exhilarating. The people around her heard everything and cheered that someone new had become one of them. Faith couldn’t keep the grin off her face from the joy she was having with her tits out in public. When she got off at her stop and walked towards the school, she felt the need to pull her t-shirt down. When she passed Mr Wallace in the corridor his eyes were glued to her tits as he said” Good morning.” “Good morning, Mr Wallace.” While she was sitting at her desk thoughts went to the students that saw her naked at the bikini store. Then she wondered if they may ask for her to strip or something then thoughts went to if she was going to do it or not. And wouldn’t you know who walks into her class but Adrian the student that saw her naked the day before. “I thought you were going to come to school in your bikini.” He said with a cheeky grin and sat down at the front of class. Then the rest of the class all found their seats then she heard them whispering when writing on the board. She fought the urge to turn around to ask but the whispers persisted making her turn around and asked what it was all about. Something she regretted as soon as she said it. “Well Ms Kaufman, didn’t you say you will wear your bikini to school.” “Yes I did.” She said all embarrassed “Where is your bikini?” Adrian said as the rest of the class said the same thing “I didn’t bring it because.” She said as she paused debating to whether to be truthful “Because of what.” Adrian said With a long pause she said, “I am still too nervous and embarrassed about exposing myself.” “It’s okay to show off Ms Kaufman.” Tiffany said as she got up and exposed her tits and pulled up her bottoms to expose her lips then sat down again She was looking down and shaking her head thinking “I hope I don’t regret this.” Then she slowly pulled her t-shirt off and put it on her desk and continued writing on the board for the day’s lesson. It felt so weird to her to be topless in class but strangely liberating and exhilarating. Sitting back down at her desk and watching her students do their work and seeing Tiffany and other girls similarly dressed made her think that it wasn’t such a big deal to wear next to nothing. When that class was over, and the next class came pouring in they all noticed and made some nice remarks about her breasts then sat down waiting for the day’s lesson she began to feel comfortable with being topless. When it came to lunch time, she thought about putting her top on to go to the teachers lounge to eat. Now she was going to topless in front of her fellow teachers. She picked up her t-shirt and stuffed it in the desk drawer and went to the lounge. To her surprise there were mostly male teachers there which made her somewhat nervous. They all gawked at her and made some funny jokes but then congratulated her on having the nicest tits in school. Faith began to blush but thanked them and sat there and ate her lunch. She was hoping for some of the other bikini clad teachers to show up to take the guys’ attention off of her but they never showed. Then one guy said, “So when are you getting rid of your shorts.” It shocked Faith and made her think of her time being naked in the bikini store. “I don’t know.” She said shyly “Can you give us a show and take them off now.” Another teacher said Now she was even more embarrassed that he put her on the spot. Her mind was running a mile a minute trying to decide to do it or not. The other guys got in on it to coax her to do it and mentioned she will be in a bikini soon and showing it off anyway. “We just want a first look.” One of them said grinning from ear to ear They had a point I was going to be practically naked sooner or later she thought. “Fine here you go.” She said and stood up and moved away from the table Then she took off her shorts and did a little spin for them. The guys were overjoyed and complimented her on how beautiful she was. Then the flamboyant Mrs Lopez came into the lounge and saw what was going on. It shocked Faith for a second and was about to put her shorts back on when Mrs Lopez stopped her. Faith looked her over, seeing that her bikini top the string just outlined her tits and didn’t provide any cover at all and the same for her bottoms. Faith’s first thought was what was the point of wearing a bikini like that. “Yes, honey, that is the way to do it, show it all babe.” She said and kissed faith on the lips Then she walked around Faith checking her out and then slapped on the ass and said, “You go girl.” Faith found a certain comfort in knowing Mrs Lopez was just a naked as her amongst the male teachers. It kind of made it okay for her to be totally exposed. The banter between everyone and the cracking of jokes added to her feeling good about being naked. They all chatted for about fifteen minutes mainly about Faith and her upbring and nudity would be really frowned upon. When the bell rang for the next class, they all hugged her and thanked her for being part of the team. Now she was left with should she put on her shorts or go without. She looked at her shorts then quickly put them on. She wasn’t ready for that just yet. Being topless was okay for now. Everything was great the rest of the day. As soon as the last student left the classroom she sat back in her chair and gave a sigh of relief. When it seemed that all the students had left the building her hands went to her breasts and began massaging them. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling when Adrian walked in the classroom along with all his friends quietly so that faith couldn’t hear them. They all watched silently as she massaged her breast then unzipped her shorts and stuck her hand down between her legs. Then she opened her eyes slightly to watch her hand rub herself when she screamed in horror that about ten of her students were watching her. “Oh my god oh my god!” she said as she scrambled to pull up her shorts and grab her t-shirt, she had stored away in her desk drawer Faith was so mortified that she had been caught masturbating by her students that she began to sob because of sheer embarrassment plus the struggle she had putting her t-shirt on. Adrian rushed over to calm her down. “Hey hey it’s okay, let me take this off.” He said as he reached for her t-shirt But faith pushed his hands away and said “I don’t want to be naked anymore.” Adrian reached for the t-shirt again but this time she just let him do what he was going to do. As he was pulling her t-shirt up, he said “You know you want to get naked. You were half naked all day and completely naked in the teachers lounge.” “But you saw me.” She cried He placed her t-shirt on the floor as he kneeled to take her shorts off. She put her hands in front of her shorts in the feeble effort to stop him, but it was no use her shorts were on the way down. Then he stuck his nose close to her and gave a sniff. Bikini High 2 chapter 4 Adrian stood up, gave her a kiss on the cheek then handed her a bikini. “I want you to wear this.” Faith just looked around at her students in disbelief “umm okay.” “Great, see you tomorrow gorgeous.” He said as he gave her a little smack on her ass and left The rest of the students did the same and left the classroom. And there was faith standing totally naked in her classroom holding a bikini. Then suddenly Mr Wallace appeared which made her scream and cover herself with her hands. “I am so sorry that I am naked Mr Wallace. I am so sorry.” She said sobbing again He put his hands on her shoulders and consoled her. He kept telling her that everything will be alright. “I have a bikini I want you to wear tomorrow.” He said and handed another bikini “Hey Mr. Wallace, everything is good to go. And heeelllloo again sweet cheeks.” “Hello Jazz.” She said softly All that was going through her mind was that she was naked and wanted something to wear. But now she was conflicted. Mr Wallace said it was okay, but she didn’t want it to be. “Hey, do you want any more bikinis? I really like this one.” He said as he showed her the picture on his phone. It was one similar to Ms Lopez’s bikini and the first words she said, “I can’t wear I will be naked.” “What, like you are now.” Jazz said as he looked her up and down Then it clicked in her head that she was naked arguing with her boss about not wanting to be naked when her t-shirt and shorts were on the floor. “Fine, I will wear that bikini.” She said in a tone because she was mad at herself for wanting to be naked “That’s great. Now come with us.” Mr Wallace said “Can’t I get dressed first.” “Of course, not sweetie.” Jazz said Now she was walking down the school corridor naked to what seemed like it was towards the gym. “We have something to show you. Go on, open the door and go in.” Mr Wallace said When she did, they quickly went in behind her. What she saw was a gym full of students yelling “Surprise.” She stood there frozen until Mr Wallace gave her a gentle push towards the students. The students fully welcomed her to the school which snapped her out of her daze. She was happy about being naked and apologized to Adrian for earlier. They all stood around chatting in the gym for about thirty minutes then they began to disperse. She was beside herself with being fully naked amongst a large crowd of students and teachers. All that was left was Jazz. “So are you going to put on a bikini?” Jazz said grinning She fumbled around with the first and it was just like Mrs Lopez’s bikini. She panicked and took it off and put the one Mr Wallace gave her. It was the same one. “Jazz, I can’t go home in this. Please help.” She said mournfully Jazz hugged her “Look sweet cheeks do you want me to walk you to the bus stop again?” Faith stood there thinking about how her life had changed so dramatically. “No, I am fine, I will go by myself.” “That’s my girl.” He said as he watched her walk away Faith could hear her heart beat as she got closer to the front door of the school and was shaking with every step. When she got outside she began to have an anxiety attack and started to hyperventilate. “Come on Faith, you can do this.” She said to herself to pump herself up She was on sensory overload walking to the bus and didn’t want to look people in their eyes so kept her head down. When she reached the bus stop the bus arrived within a minute. When she stepped on the bus, she noticed the bus was extra full. She was about to get off and wait for the next one when she saw a familiar face. It was the old man that convinced her to show off her tits. She got on the bus and made her way through to him. “Wow, it is nice to see everything.” He said in a cheeky manner “Oh, this old thing.” She said in a joking manner “By the way I am Faith.” She said and stuck out her hand “I am Arthur.” He took her hand and turned it around and kissed it Just then the bus hit a bump and since she wasn’t hanging on, she fell towards Arthur and he got a face full of tits. “I am sorry Arthur.” She said with a giggle “No worries darling, I have died and gone to heaven.” “Are you sure?” She said with her tits still in his face “Umm ummm.” He said as he put his face fully into her tits “Arthur you cheeky monkey.” She said as she got back up “Now that we are fully acquainted and intimate. Maybe we can meet up again.” “For sure.” She said with a smile Then loads of people got on the bus and it became really crowded. Then Arthur offered Faith to sit on his lap. She declines then Arthur says, “You have a way to go and you can sit right here.” All thoughts rushed through her head. She was so nervous to get home on the bus in her state of dress and now she enjoyed having Arthur’s face in her tits. Now Jazz’s voice was in her head telling her to go ahead sweet cheeks. “You know what, what the hell.” She said and sat on his lap Arthur’s hands went straight to her ass. “Now I know I have gone to heaven with an angel sitting on my lap.” With Arthurs hands softly rubbing her ass she had realized she had crossed the threshold where being basically naked was no big deal anymore. “So how are you doing back there Arthur?” “I don’t know I have this beautiful woman sitting on my lap who has this awesome ass.” He said as he gave her ass a rub and a shake. Faith laughed and looked around at the others on the bus and most paid no attention at all. It was Faith’s stop and she got up off Arthur’s lap. “Bye Arthur see you soon.” “Bye my angel.” Faith got off the bus on a high. She had done it and she walked down the street with pride. You know what, I think I want to go and have something to eat, she thought and so headed for the nearest restaurant. Just walking down the street and into the restaurant showing everything was somehow nothing she would have dreamed of doing but here she was enjoying being totally exposed. After her meal she had a few drinks and walked home with a bit of a buzz. She was happy she made this move to this awesome place; she was high on life. She inserted her key and opened the door to her apartment to see her mother standing there ready to greet her. Faith screamed and tried to cover herself and all her insecurities came back. She quickly shut the door and said, “What the hell mom, what are you doing here?” “What the hell are you doing walking around naked?” her mom said angrily “Go put some clothes on this instant.” Faith stood there in shock that her mom arrived out of nowhere and the new part of her wanted to resist her. “No, tell me why you are here mom?” she shouted Her mother came over and hugged her and started crying. “What’s going on mom?” she said standing there naked hugging her mother “They kicked me out, they shunned me. I had no other place to go. They found out I was keeping in contact with you.” She stood there hugging her mother while she cried her heart out. She stroked her hair and let her cry. She knew her pain and sympathized with her. When all her crying was done, she had to ask. “Mom it is the way of life here plus it is way too hot to have clothes on here.” Her mom had to agree it was too hot but buck naked though she said. “I know mom I struggled with it, and I just came to terms with it today. I almost fainted in school because I had too many clothes on.” “What happened to your pubic hair?” Faith chuckled and said, “It is kind of unsightly when wearing skimpy bikinis.” “Does that mean I have to wear what you are wearing?” “Maybe mom but just take it slow.” “Come on mom, let’s go for a coffee.” They went to the local coffee shop and sat outside. “Wow this place is really different isn’t it?” “You can say that again.” Faith could see her mother was getting too hot “Hey mom, strip off down to your bra.” “I can’t Faith, I am in public.” “Really mom, look at what I am wearing, and the others are wearing.” “Okay honey.” She said as she looked at her daughter in admiration “How do you do it , you know, get naked honey.” “Well mom, it was a step by step process. I wore a top that showed my breast then and just wore shorts then for some reason I stripped my shorts to show the male teachers in the lounge. Then this is what you see now. Each time I was feeling guilty, but I overcame that.” Her mother was proud of her and saw how far she had come and the struggles she endured. Her mother saw lots of people in various stages of undress and then “Hey would anyone take notice if I took my bra off.” Faith giggled “Really mom.” “Yes, honey I might as well fit in. I have nowhere to go. You know how it is.” She looked at her mom for a few moments and with a grin said” Yes mom that would be great.” Her mom took off her bra and said “Aahhh I always wanted to do that.” “What, you always wanted to do that?” She spoke “Sorry honey I always wanted to get naked, but you know how it is back home.” “Do tell mom.” “You know that place we used to swim. Well one day I got caught swimming naked with a bunch of boys. I got punished harshly by my parents and I have never been naked again. But I love the feeling of being seen by the boys.” “What are you saying mom you want to get naked here?” Her mom hung her head in shame and quietly said “Yes.” “Awe mom, feel free to be yourself.” They hugged for several minutes. “So, you are okay with me dressed like this.” “Yes, honey I am jealous to tell you the truth.” “Come on, let’s go home. I have a few bikinis for you to try on.” They hurried home and Faith threw all the bikinis she had on the couch for her mom to try on. Her mother did not hesitate to get naked and try them on. She settled for the same one her daughter had. “Wow honey these do not cover anything.” “I know they don’t.” “I think I like it a lot.” “You might want to get your pubes shaved off.” “Maybe tomorrow I want to go out now I don’t care if my pubes are showing.” Faith didn’t realize how much her mom had repressed her feelings. “Okay mom lets go and have something to eat and maybe a drink or two.” Faith hugged her and said, “I missed you so much.” “Same here baby girl.” They walked hand in hand out of Faith’s apartment and headed for the nearest pub. “Holy shit Faith this is awesome.” Faith had never heard her mom swear before but somehow it fit the occasion. “This is fucking awesome being naked in public.” Faith said They went arm in arm down the street to the popular bar. Upon entering the pub, she admired her mom’s cavalier attitude about being basically naked. After something to eat and a few drinks the music started playing. Her mom dragged her out on the dance floor. Then her mom whispered in her daughter’s ear and said, “I always wanted to dance naked on the dance floor.” All Faith could think about was how much her mom suppressed her feelings. The night was one of the best mother, daughter bonding moments. Now Faith realized where she got her hidden tendency to be naked. They even got up on the stage to dance together. Faith and her mother made their way back home and crashed on her bed together. The next morning Faith did her usual and ate breakfast naked then headed out. Now she was even more confident, she strutted her way to the bus stop. When she got on, she saw Arthur and sat beside him. Arthur put his hand on her thigh and thanked her for the last time. Faith was on a high that she didn’t mind that Arthur’s hand slipped down between her legs. She let him play a little bit until she had to get off the bus. When she got into school and then into the teacher’s lounge, she found herself acting like Mrs. Lopez. It seemed like they unleashed the beast. Faith turned into another Mrs. Lopez.

Betty The All-American Cock Tease by RetroFan Pretty tomboy Betty teases the boy next door. INTRODUCTION - Pretty blonde All-American tomboy Betty already has a handsome boyfriend, but cannot resist teasing Eric, the nervous and awkward 18-year-old mama's boy next door, who has long had an unrequited crush on his neighbour and classmate. What will Betty do to tease Eric this weekend? Travel back in time to post-war America, meet Betty and find out for yourself. MAINE USA 1948 From the time I emerged into the world in October 1929, I had always been an early riser. More parents have problems with getting their young children to go to bed and settle in the evening. I was never like this when I was a little girl, but I had the opposite problem. Regardless of the season, I would be awake well before dawn, pestering my twin brother Johnny to wake up too and play with me, or going downstairs to the living room to try and turn on Mom and Dad's radio. I think my Dad's boss always wondered why he was so early for work most days. I once overheard my grandmother suggesting to my mother, "Alice, why don't you put a little whiskey into Betty's hot milk before bed? That way she will sleep through the night, and you and Harry can enjoy a good nights' sleep." I don't think Mom ever tried that trick with me, maybe Grandma did it with Mom and her sister during their formative years, I couldn't say. Years later and I was no longer a little girl, I had turned 18 last fall, was a senior in high school and would graduate in a few months' time as part of the Class of 1948, as would my twin brother and our friends. I still had the habit of rising early, but now would use the time to study. With such a busy schedule in my final year of high school, time to hit the books among fitting everything else in was limited. This morning I wasn't studying after I awoke at 4.30. Instead I got out of bed, smoothing down my nightdress, adjusting my panties around my bottom as they had ridden up during sleep and walking as quietly as I could on my bare feet, so as not to awaken the other members of my family, all of whom were in deep slumbers in their respective bedrooms. My destination was the bathroom, and I carried the clothes I would be wearing this morning with me under one arm, for me to change into after I took a shower. But first I needed to sit on the toilet for a while, the call of nature upon wakening obvious. I opened the bathroom door and turned on the light and exhaust fan, closing and locking the door behind myself, thinking that I was not the earliest riser in the area this morning. So who was up before me? Was it the milkman? Most mornings yes, but this was a Saturday. No, the person up before me was next door, and he had probably been awake for some time in the house next door, hiding behind the curtains in his own bedroom with his binoculars which he always claimed were for bird-watching, eagerly awaiting our bathroom light to illuminate in the darkness of the pre-dawn. My first stop in the bathroom was the bench near the shower and bathtub, on which I placed my clothes. Then I made my way to the window, opening it and the cool New England early morning spring air fresh off the Atlantic Ocean flowing in. Why would I open the bathroom window like that? Was it to assist the exhaust fan to extricate any steam when I showered? Was it to assist with removing any unpleasant smells that one associates with bathrooms but best left undiscussed? Sort of in both cases, but it was not the main reason. The reason was that the glass in the bathroom window was frosted to allow privacy. And if the window remained closed, he wouldn't be able to see me. My vagina tingled between my legs as I walked towards the toilet, knowing he was watching me. I reached behind myself, adjusting my nightdress, giving him a quick glimpse of the white full brief panties I was wearing underneath. Soon he would see a whole lot more of me. However, there would be a slight delay to this. I stopped short as I reached the toilet, noticing several things. One, the seat was up. Two, there was no toilet paper on the roll holder, just an empty cardboard tube. This was not a surprise. As the only daughter in the family, I shared the bathroom with three brothers, who much as I loved them, hadn't quite figured out that their sister had to do things somewhat differently in the bathroom. There was my twin brother Johnny of course, and for our formative years our family was a four person nuclear family -- father, mother, son and daughter. Then a few years later my parents must have forgotten how much disruption two babies in the house at once can cause -- late night feeds, changing diapers, teething, crying, colic and the like -- and so in 1935 Johnny and I welcomed our younger brother Andy, and less than a year later our youngest brother Richie came into the world. The three boys -- who had brown hair like Dad while I was blonde like Mom - seemed to take a 'Betty will fix it' attitude to the bathroom. The toilet seat left up? Betty will put it down next time she goes to the bathroom. No toilet paper? Betty will get some more when she needs to use the toilet, regardless of how much of a hurry Betty might be in or if she has girls' problems. Splashing water out of the shower or bath onto the floor? Betty will mop it up. Spill toothpaste or soap around the sink? Betty will clean it up. A wet towel is left on the floor? Betty will pick it up and hang it on the rail to dry. With Mom's sister and her husband, they had their kids the other way around to us -- three girls and one boy. And Dad's brother and his wife also had four kids -- two boys and two girls. I don't think my out-numbered male maternal cousin would have dared upset his three sisters by committing the sins of leaving the toilet seat up or no toilet paper for the girls to use. Sighing and rolling my eyes, I went into the small storage closet and retrieved a roll of toilet paper. As I removed the empty cardboard tube from the roll holder and replaced it with the new toilet roll, I knew he was watching me in eager anticipation, a growing bulge not caused by a hernia at the front of his pants and his trembling fingers on his binoculars trying to focus on me. I put down the toilet seat, then turned around with my back to it, lifting up my nightdress to expose my white cotton full brief panties I was wearing underneath, knowing my secret voyeur was watching me. Hooking my thumbs into my panty waistband, I pulled them down to my ankles, my triangle of pubic hair growing all over my feminine mound proving I was a natural blonde. I sat down on the toilet, getting my bare bottom nice and comfortable on the somewhat cold toilet seat, sitting with my knees open knowing full well that he was focusing his binoculars upon my crotch. My vagina was getting very wet knowing he was spying on my genitals, and it wasn't only because I began to pee, the yellow stream emerging from my urethra and tinkling against the porcelain of the toilet bowl and into the water itself, the sound of me urinating filling the bathroom. I knew he was looking at me through the small gap in the drapes, not sure where to look. Was it at my face that showed my relief as my bladder emptied into the toilet? Was it at my pubic hair and my vagina, visible between my legs? Or was it at my lowered panties and my bare feet? Even when we talked and I happened to be barefoot, he would always be looking down at my bare feet. Perhaps it was to do with his shyness around me having had a crush on me for years, or maybe he liked my feet? I looked down at my panties as I finished peeing, seeing my creamy colored feminine stains all over the soft double cotton panty saddle, courtesy of my vagina self-cleansing during sleep. Could my voyeur see my private pussy stains on my panties? I hoped so. Reaching out for the toilet roll, I unwound some toilet paper and applied it to my vagina, wiping away my pee. I let the toilet tissue fall into the bowl, and remained sitting on the toilet to empty my bowels. As I did just this, I knew I was being watched by him, and that he was seeing me do the most personal and private things on the toilet. My vagina tingled, and as I advanced the toilet roll to get more toilet paper to wipe my bottom I felt the tissue sticking to my aroused vulva, before I pulled it backwards to my anus. Knowing I was being watched while I was sitting on the toilet was so exciting, sort of like a carnival ride at a fair ground, and I relished every moment of it as I sat pooing, intermittently getting toilet paper to wipe my anus. I wouldn't have been so happy had he been in the bathroom with me, it would have been a bit embarrassing to me for him to hear and smell what I was doing on the toilet, but being watched from this distance was very arousing. Again, I looked down at my lowered panties and bare feet as I moved my bowels, and thought about how last week he saw a lot more when he watched me on the toilet. Lots of guys -- my brothers among them -- seemed to think that the notion that non-pregnant women shed the linings of their uterus every 28 days, the blood flowing down their birth canals and out of their vaginas, a process known as menstruation or having a period was all a myth, probably more wishful thinking on their part. But thanks to his spying on me, my voyeur would have seen that it was all 100 percent true. For one week each month he got to see me using the toilet while I was on my period -- a process that always took longer due to all the blood that flowed out of me and the rather unfortunate effects menstruation had upon my bowels - my sanitary belt pulled down with my panties, a white rectangular blood-stained napkin attached to it. And when I finished using the toilet he would watch me changing my dirty blood-filled period pad, removing it from the belt and taking a new one and attaching it to the hoops. I would then pull up my sanitary belt, adjusting my new napkin so it would be comfortable between my legs and the right position for me to bleed into, before pulling up my panties to cover my feminine protection. Being watched during my ladies days doing such private and personal female things was so arousing, and I knew he liked it too. I would place my used period pads in brown paper bags to dispose of in the outside trash, and I would see him hanging around, trying to make it obvious that he wasn't watching me dispose of my napkins and liking what he saw, failing dismally but me never calling him out on it. And another time he was in the pharmacy waiting for a prescription when I walked in and asked the female clerk for sanitary towels. As I paid for the feminine hygiene products, of course sold in plain brown packaging for maximum discretion, I could see that he was trying not to eavesdrop, but that he was very much interested in what I was buying. Normally having a period was not something I relished -- I had a heavy flow, menstrual cramps and didn't feel my best -- things my female cousins and friends had also complained about when they had their monthlies. No wonder we sometimes called it the curse. And I could not have started my first period on a more significant day when I was aged 12 -- 7 December 1941, the day Pearl Harbor was attacked by the Japanese, bringing America into the war. I sure wasn't going to forget it. So knowing he eagerly anticipated my period each month, I did too. But just who was 'he'? Was he my boyfriend? No, far from it, I already had a boyfriend named Bobby, one of my brother's best friends and very handsome, we had grown up together, went to high school together and we had been going steady for some time. And there was no way I wanted Bobby to see me using the toilet or having my periods, and there was no way he would want to see this either. My secret voyeur was named Eric, and we had also grown up together and were now seniors in the same high school. Like me, he was born in October 1929, but despite being next door neighbors since our formative years, he wasn't anything like me or any of the other kids in the Maine town we grew up in. I kept thinking about my neighbor/classmate as I continued to sit on the toilet, my mind taking me back years. I had grown up a typical All-American girl, and something of a tomboy due to my love of sports. During childhood I would more frequently be found outdoors climbing trees, building forts and playing Cowboys and Indians or playing football, baseball and basketball with my brother, male cousins and male friends than indoors playing quietly with the other girls. However, during the cold snowy winters and wet fall and spring days of New England I would be only too happy to stay indoors in the warm with the other girls and play quietly. Despite my tomboyish ways as a kid, I always had a feminine appearance and wore my blonde hair long, and had no qualms about wearing skirts and dresses. As I grew older and my body changed into that of a young lady, I knew that I was pretty (but of course I was always too modest to say it aloud) and boys found me desirable. Not least Eric, who had had a crush on me for as long as I could remember. Reaching for some more toilet paper, my memory took me back into the past again, thinking about how different Eric was from all the other kids in the town and surrounding towns in this region of New England. All of us were sports mad, and most of us played a variety of sports. I ran track at school and played for a girls' softball team. With his tall skinny frame devoid of any muscle tone and his poor eyesight that lead to him wearing glasses that lenses as thick as the bottom of bottles, Eric was not into sports at all, always the last picked and a hindrance rather than a help to the boys in gym class. He was most uncoordinated, and even at age 18 could not throw or catch a ball properly, or run a lap of the oval at school without getting puffed. Most significantly, he was unable to drive an automobile or even ride a bicycle. Seeing Eric setting off on his tricycle to run errands made me feel embarrassed, and I wasn't the one riding the darn tricycle, I had been able to ride a two-wheeler since I was about four. Eric's life was not helped by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Higgins. The only reason I knew that their first names were Cecily and Fred was because one day the mailman delivered one of their letters to our house by mistake. At first I thought that Mr. and Mrs. Higgins were Eric's grandparents, and that he had been orphaned when younger and raised by his grandmother and grandfather, but no they were his parents. I also speculated that perhaps Mr. and Mrs. Higgins were unable to have children, and had adopted Eric from a children's home. But that wasn't the case either, Eric and his father both wore the same thick glasses and looked similar facially so they were biological father and son. However, Mr. and Mrs. Higgins must have been aged at least in their mid-40s when their son was born. Having such older parents was definitely a hindrance to Eric's social development, as was the fact that he had no brothers and sisters. He was the only true only child I knew. Nor did he have any cousins. His grandparents were all long dead, and the only relative we had ever seen visit the Higgins house in all the time we had been neighbors was his Aunt Edna his mother's sister. Aunt Edna was very similar to her sister -- I think the two sisters were quite close in age -- but was a lifelong spinster. Both women who sported grey curly hair and glasses constantly looked like they drank juice from unripe lemons and limes, and seemingly disapproved of everything fun in life. Just how Eric was born at all was a bigger mystery than Flight 19. Maybe storks really did deliver infants to families? While I more rarely encountered Eric's Aunt Edna, I knew Mrs. Higgins had absolutely no time for me. Well not just me, but my brothers and parents too, and the same was true of Eric's father, although Mr. Higgins seldom spoke at all, just mumbled and let his wife do the talking for both of them. Dad had once invited Mr. Higgins and his family over for a barbeque, and the man just stared at him before turning and walking inside and of course they did not come over. Likewise, Mom's invitations to Mrs. Higgins to come over for coffee were always refused. In our younger years, Johnny and I tried to make friends with Eric, feeling bad for him living all alone with his much older parents. But his mother was having none of it, thinking my brother and I were bad influences upon her son. We invited him to play basketball with us one day in our driveway, an invitation Eric shyly accepted and just when he was coming out of his shell and starting to enjoy himself, his mother came storming across and marched her son back to our house, admonishing Johnny and I for 'introducing her son to contact sports where he could get hurt. Mrs. Higgins' fears that we were a bad influence only stepped up from late 1941, when America joined the war and our father enlisted in the Navy and our mother had to go back to work. This meant that Johnny and I had to collect our younger brothers from their school, walk them home and babysit them and do chores until our mother returned in the early evening. It taught us responsibility that was for sure, but Mrs. Higgins and her sister were horrified by the situation, referring to us as 'Latchkey Kids' and taking even more steps to protect Eric from us corrupting him. And it seemed that anything that I did was corrupting upon Eric. Once when I was 13 I accidentally hit a baseball into the Higgins' garden, and Mrs. Higgins was outraged that I asked Eric to throw it back, thinking that I was again trying to get him into sports without her permission. Then in 1943 my grandparents bought me a new Andrews Sisters record for my 14th birthday, and when Eric was passing by with rain starting to fall I invited him in to listen to it. Eric seemed to like the Andrews Sisters' catchy tunes, shyly saying that his parents only had a wireless to listen to the news and a gramophone on which they would play old records from before 1920, but unfortunately what we didn't know was that Eric's mother had seen him come to our house and followed her son across. Eric was marched home and promised a grounding, while I was afforded a lecture, some glaring and my mother received a letter of complaint about my behavior, this time by encouraging her son to listen to corrupting and hedonistic music. Five years on, it seemed Mrs. Higgins' attitude to modern music hadn't changed and I was still as bad an influence as ever, Mrs. Higgins clearly having identified me as a floozy in the making. Just several weeks ago I got on Mrs. Higgins wrong side again in town, when I got talking to Eric outside the diner where inside other teenagers were playing the jukebox, listening to Dinah Shore, Jo Stafford and Doris Day. Soon we heard not one but two women clearing their throats in disapproval, and tuned to see not only Eric's mother but his aunt as well. I was glared at like I was a cockroach, rodent or some other type of vermin, while Eric was led away to his aunt's car while getting a lecture from both women. I think his Aunt Edna's car was the only car that Eric had been in in his life. That he didn't drive wasn't a surprise given his parents did not drive. His mother took the bus everywhere, and his father caught a bus to the office each day and returned every evening the same way. He had done this every day for years, leaving the house at the exact same moment and returning always at the same time, even during the war. Admittedly Mr. Higgins was probably was too old to enlist by 1941, but still, it was odd that his routine never changed during the war, not once. Perhaps he had served in the Great War, but I never asked him, like his wife he didn't like me and I think I had probably exchanged three words with the man in all the time I had known him. Probably he would have plenty to say if he and his wife knew that I was deliberately sitting on the toilet with the bathroom window wide open, while their son hid in his bedroom with binoculars watching everything I was doing. Not for too much longer though, I finished emptying my bowels and unwound a few lengths of toilet paper to wipe myself clean. Finally done, I stood up off the toilet and pulled up my panties, knowing full well that he was watching me. Adjusting my panties around my bottom and smoothing down my nightdress, I put down the lid of the toilet, thinking that as my brothers hadn't worked out how to put down a toilet seat that they no doubt thought the lid was some superfluous decoration that served no purpose. I pressed down the handle and flushed the toilet, the sound filling the bathroom. Walking on my bare feet to the sink, my vagina tingling as I knew I was being watched through Eric's binoculars and the sound of the toilet cistern refilling continuing, I completed my visit to the toilet by thoroughly washing my hands with plenty of soap and warm water, before drying them on the hand towel. I did not leave the sink however, as I had other things to do. The first probably wasn't all that sexy to Eric, it was brushing my teeth. I did however open my mouth wide on a number of occasions to show the white toothpaste over my tongue and teeth. I thought about what other sticky white substances had been in my mouth before. Mom and Dad would have absolutely died if they had known what Bobby and I had gotten up to when he drove me up to Lovers' Lane and we parked. One time, the sticky white substance had ended up over my hands when my hands freed my boyfriend's penis and testicles from his pants and I gave him manual relief. Another time I learned to do something very unladylike with my mouth, Bobby filling it with that same sticky white substance which I eagerly drank. And other times I had taken off my panties and made myself fully available to Bobby in the back seat of the car, making sure that Bobby had gone to the barber's store not for a haircut but to purchase certain items beforehand to prevent the same sticky white substance going up my birth canal and into my uterus and fallopian tubes to find one of my eggs released that month. Much as Bobby and I loved each other, no way did I want to end up pregnant at age 18 and Bobby and I one of those young couples who had to get married while still in high school. I finished brushing my teeth, giving me minty-fresh breath, and rinsed out my mouth. I stood at the open window inhaling cool fresh air and thinking about what other bad things I could do to tease my neighbor. I looked at my safety razor, and the answer was obvious. I had to attend to certain female landscaping, and for that I needed to take off my nightdress. Trembling with nervous excitement, I lifted up my nightdress and took it off over my head, exposing my C-cup breasts. Knowing he was staring at my naked breasts through his binoculars, I stood bare chested at the window and applied some soap to my underarms. Taking my razor, I shaved the hair that was starting to grow under my armpits, knowing he was watching the entire process. My underarms now shaved, I rinsed the razor and looked down at my legs. Being a blonde I didn't have excessive hair on my body, but a leg shave was still a must. I could have done it while still wearing my panties, but I was pretty sure that Eric would prefer me to do it completely nude. Accordingly, I turned my back to the window and pulled my panties down, knowing that Eric could see my bare bottom as I slid my underwear down my long shapely legs to my bare feet and stepped out of my pants. The cheeks of my bottom no doubt held much attention from Eric, but soon I would let him see even more of me as I bent forward to pick my panties off the bathroom floor. With my legs slightly apart, Eric would have gotten a perfect view of my vagina and anus as I bent over, thrusting my bottom high in the air so my voyeur could see my genitals and anal area in some detail through his binoculars. I felt the need to sate an itch on one of my bare toes so stayed in this position longer than I normally would have, my clitoris feeling aflame and my vulva getting wetter by the second as I picked up my panties and put them to one side. I turned back to face the window, thinking about Eric looking at my triangle of blonde pubic hair as I applied some soap to my legs and began to shave them. For part of the process I had to put one leg on the bathtub, my crotch completely exposed to Eric's view, my vagina spread wide. If Eric's binoculars were powerful, he would not only have seen my pubic hair, my pussy and my anus, but my tight little pee-hole too. With my legs shaved I again rinsed the razor, and knew it was far from the end of show-time for Eric, and I thought about the young man watching me as I walked completely naked to the shower and turned it on. If I had wanted to shower in privacy I could have closed the curtains. Did I want to shower in privacy? Of course I didn't, as soon as the water was warm enough I jumped under the droplets and began to shower. I soaped up my body from my face down to my bare feet, lathering my naked breasts with plenty of soap, which in turn ran down my stomach to my naval and my pubic hair. I knew Eric was watching as I turned my attention to my more private female areas between my legs. I applied lots of soap to my feminine mound, my pubic hair getting full of soap and bubbles and used a cloth to thoroughly wash my vulva, as no good girl would want to have a smelly vagina. Not that I was a good girl, at 18 I had gone all the way with my boyfriend a number of times and now I was allowing the weird boy next door to watch me shower, this after he watched me on the toilet earlier, but still good feminine hygiene practices should be an essential part of any young woman's day. Turning around, knowing Eric could see my bare bottom I thoroughly washed my anal area with the cloth, the soft fabric feeling so good on the entrance to my bowels, the most private part of my young body. With seven people in our house I couldn't take a long shower and use up all the hot water, so I rinsed off, the soapy water running down my legs to my bare feet and the shower floor and going down the drain. I stepped my naked dripping young body out of the shower and onto the mat, drying myself with a towel. I think Eric would have liked to be my towel, especially when I dried my dripping wet breasts followed by my more intimate areas. I dried my pubic hair first, then my vagina, moving the towel between my legs front to back to dry my anus and buttocks, mindful that like when girls wipe their bottoms during a visit to the toilet they also needed to dry their female areas front to back too to be more hygienic, and avoid the risk of a urinary tract infection. Nice and dry, I hanged my towel out to dry -- something my two younger brothers hadn't really mastered yet -- and picked up my fresh new panties, white full brief panties like the ones I had worn to bed, pulling them up and adjusting them around my vulva and bottom so they were comfortable. I put on my white bra to restrain and cover my big young boobs, then picked up my checked shirt and then my overalls, pulling them up and adjusting the straps over my shoulders. I didn't bother with shoes and still had bare feet, this combined with the checked shirt and denim overalls giving me a tomboy look, which was apt given my personality. There was nothing interesting for Eric to see now, so I closed the bathroom window, opened the bathroom door, turned off the light and went back to my bedroom, where I sat in front of my dresser, brushing my long blonde hair and extending my long legs out, wriggling my bare toes. I had often seen Eric looking at my bare feet, clearly he liked them. Oddly enough, Bobby seemed to like my bare feet too, and would play plenty of attention to them when we were enjoying ourselves at Lover's Lane. Eric could also see my pussy, but of course not the one between my legs. Rather he could see our pet cat, a pretty black and white tuxedo cat named Rosie which had leaped onto my bed and was cleaning her ears and whiskers. I had once asked Eric if his family had any pets. Apparently his parents didn't believe in them. I heard Johnny getting up, my brother walking to the bathroom and I guessed Eric would probably move away from the window now and hide his binoculars. He only wanted to see the female half of the Reilly twins naked, not the male half. Other kids had said some very unkind things about Eric over the years -- and unfortunately my younger brothers were on the list -- and one of the terms often used was 'homosexual'. But I knew that was not true. Given Eric's voyeurism of me, he was definitely not a queer. * All seven members of our family were up and about early today, it was a busy Saturday for all of us. Mom and Dad were leaving early to go to a wedding in another town about 40 miles away, our aunt and uncle were coming to collect them soon. Mom was wearing a nice dress and hat, while Dad wore his best suit and hat. As for me and my brothers, we were going to be doing our chores early this Saturday morning, and had different plans for the afternoon. Andy and Richie were going to a sleepover with some of their male cousins and friends, and knowing what these boys were like I was glad not to be the one supervising them. Johnny had an interesting afternoon and evening planned. He and some of his friends -- my boyfriend Bobby included -- were going as observers and to assist with some basic support functions at a joint training exercise between the Navy and Coast Guard. They would be staying overnight and not back until early Sunday afternoon. Our high school and others in the other region often organized exercises with the police, fire brigade and armed services for boys who were interested in careers in these organizations. It would have been neat if the girls had been allowed to go too, but unfortunately not, it was boys only. Once during a careers day at school I had told some female teachers that I would have liked to join the Navy, given my father served with them in the war. It was recommended that I take typing and shorthand, as the men at the naval bases always needed girls to type for them, until the girls got married and had to leave the service. My Saturday included a girls' softball game in the early afternoon. With so many kids at the local schools who loved sports finding time for all the different teams to play was a challenge, so the girls' softball games were always played on Saturday afternoons. This afternoon we were playing against a team from a girls' Catholic Parochial boarding school, who were pretty good opposition. "So good luck with your game today Betty, and I hope you and your friends learn plenty at the Navy and Coast Guard training camp Johnny," said Mom, as our aunt and uncle's car pulled into the driveway. "Thanks Mom," Johnny and I said in unison. "I know you and your friends will win today Betty," said Dad as he drained the last of his coffee and adjusted his hat. "And Johnny, I hope you decide that a Coast Guard career is for you after tonight, it is a very rewarding job. Pay attention and listen to everything they say." "Yes Sir," said Johnny. Dad then turned to my younger brothers. "You behave yourselves at the sleepover tonight, your mother and I don't want to hear any more negative reports from your Aunt about annoying the neighbors' dogs again." "We'll be good," said Andy. "Yeah, we promise," said Richie. "That had better be the case, otherwise your father and I will have a fun summer ahead planned for you two boys of math revision and writing essays," Mom promised them, collecting her purse as she and Dad made for the door. "Have a good time at the wedding," I said as our parents went on their way, the sound of our aunt and uncle's car driving away up the street audible. Johnny turned on the kitchen radio, and all four of us got busy with our chores. One of mine was doing my laundry, and soon I was carrying my clothes out to the line to dry. Not to my surprise, who should be on the other side of the hedge that separated our garden from the Higgins' garden but Eric with a pair of garden shears, pruning the hedge. He looked at me through his thick glasses, delighted and almost disbelieving to see me appear. It was like I was a famous movie star like Lauren Bacall, Olivia de Havilland or Rita Hayworth and he was star-struck. Or if President Truman or King George VI from England had both turned up and cheerfully greeted Eric with 'good morning.' I acted casually as Eric looked my overall clad figure up and down from my blonde hair to my bare feet, and gave him a friendly wave and greeting. "Hi Eric." "Oh hi, um, hello, good afternoon, I mean morning Betty," Eric stammered, getting tongue-tied as he always did with me. One thing about Eric was that he dressed more like he was from actual England rather than New England on the other side of the Atlantic. Today he wore a beige shirt, beige knee-length shorts, a beige knitted pullover and brown shoes and socks. Coupled with his glasses it made him look so square, and a target for bullies male and female. Still, at least Eric wasn't wearing socks and sandals like one day at the beach down on the Maine Shore last summer, his parents and aunt dressed like they were going to church. My two younger brothers thought Eric's socks and sandals funnier than watching a Laurel and Hardy movie, and despite Johnny and I warning Andy and Richie not to laugh at Eric, it only seemed to encourage them even more and they sounded like a pair of hyenas. The awkwardness thing around me was nothing new either. It happened everywhere, at home, at school, at church and in many other places. Like most teenagers Johnny and I had part time jobs to earn money, Johnny and Bobby working at a store packing shelves while I would work shifts at a restaurant waiting tables in my black dress and white apron. One time, Eric came in with his family and I was to serve them. Poor Eric, at 18-years-of-age having his mother and aunt sitting next to him constantly reminding him to sit up straight, use his cutlery properly with his mother at one stage using a table napkin to wipe soup from the corner of her son's mouth. I felt embarrassed for Eric, especially as all this was happening in front of me. All the time his father sat there saying nothing as usual, plus they were lousy tippers. I would have preferred them to leave me no tip, rather than the insulting amount they did leave. "So, it's swell weather today?' I said, beginning to hang out my clothes. "Yeah, I mean no, I mean I guess," said Eric, blushing and again looking at my bare feet. I just acted casually and kept talking about various things as I pegged out my clothes on the line, Eric getting more and more flustered especially as I reached my underwear. Most of my bras and panties were pure white, but I had some pink, light blue and lemon colored underwear as well, and I had to hide my amusement as Eric tried to make it seem as though he wasn't looking at my bras and my panties now drying in the sun, his spectacle-covered eyes going from the sky to the grass, to my bare feet, to the trees and the power poles. With my last pair of panties now pegged out, I picked up the laundry basket. "Well see you later Eric," I said. "No, I mean maybe Betty, see you later," Eric stammered while blushing, me feeling him watching the shape of my bottom through the denim of my overalls. Eric kept casting discrete glances at my drying underwear as he continued to trim the hedge, and my brothers and I continued to do our chores, this time cleaning the first floor windows. Our chores done, we went back inside mid-morning to get ready for our afternoons. I noticed that Eric also headed back inside at the same time as I did, and from my bedroom I noticed that Eric's bedroom curtains again were twitching? A spot of bird watching perhaps? Or spying on the girl next door? Knowing it was the latter, I went into the bathroom and opened the window, before unclasping and pulling down my panties and sitting down barefoot on the toilet, the seat again left up thanks to my ever thoughtful brothers. This time I wasn't on the toilet as long as this morning for the simple reason I only needed to pee, but no doubt Eric enjoyed the show and focusing his binoculars upon my pussy and my pubic hair, me keeping my knees wide apart as I sat urinating into the toilet so he would have a good view between my legs. My pee over, I got toilet paper and wiped my wet urethra and vulva, then stood up and flushed the lavatory, pulling up my panties and overalls, then washing my hands and leaving the bathroom. Eric would see more interesting things in my bedroom as I undressed completely and put on my sports briefs and bra, then my baseball uniform, a light blue uniform with knee-length pants and matching light blue socks. I braided my blonde hair into two long plaits, and put on my light blue baseball cap, grabbed my catchers' mitt and was ready to go. While all this was happening, my brothers had been getting ready, Johnny, Andy and Richie packing overnight bags. The two younger boys were already outside as Johnny and I emerged, me holding the keys to our parents' car to drive into town. Andy and Richie were staring at a passing aircraft that flew away at some distance, a Catalina sea plane. Johnny laughed. "You two boys looking for UFOs again?" Andy and Richie turned around and became defensive. "No," Andy asserted. "No we were looking at the plane, not for flying saucers," said Richie. It was my turn to laugh. "Who are you two kidding, you're obsessed with flying saucers." "No, you are obsessed with flying saucers Betty," Richie said, my younger brother glowering at me. "Yes, I am," I joked sarcastically, knowing that my two brothers were well and truly caught up in the UFO craze that had been sweeping America since the last summer. "So, have you remembered your toothbrushes?" Andy snorted in derision as we went into the garage. "Yes Mom!" The boys put their things in the trunk, and while Andy and Richie climbed into the back of Dad's car, while I got into the drivers' side and started it. Johnny stayed outside to close the garage door after I reversed out, then jumped into the front passenger seat. Before I could back out further, Andy yelled out, "Hey Betty, there's your boyfriend!" Puzzled that Bobby was here as he was supposed to meet us at the sports ground, I turned to look and there was Eric, pacing up and down near the bus stop looking worried. "Yeah, really funny Andy," I said. "Eric really loves you, Betty," said Richie, he and Andy laughing. "Yeah, he does love you," said Andy. "Betty, Betty, where for art thou, Betty?" "He is such a square," said Richie. "But he loves you Betty." From the back seat of the car, both of my younger brothers began to sing. "Eric and Betty, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G!" "Okay, you need to stop making fun of poor Eric," said Johnny. "But he's a loser, and it's fun to tease losers," asserted Andy. "Yeah!" agreed Richie. "No it's not, how would you feel if some boys thought you were losers and teased you?" I pointed out. I noticed that Eric was pacing up and down still, looking most worried. "I wonder what's wrong with him? We'd better see." "Oh, you're not going to stop are you?" the horrified Andy asked. "Yeah, if any of the other kids from school see they'll think we're squares too," complained Richie bitterly. "Shush," Johnny warned our younger brothers, who looked out the car in dismay least should anyone from their Junior High be in the vicinity and see me stop and wind down the window. "Hey Eric, everything okay there?" Eric looked at the sky and then the sidewalk. "Mother said I could go into town." "Well, that sounds nice," I said. "It would be but I missed the bus and now I have to wait another hour," said Eric. "I would ride my tricycle but one of the tyres was flat. I pumped it up but I'm worried it might go flat again and I'd get stuck in town." The very mention of the word 'tricycle' had my younger brothers cringing in horror. They were embarrassed enough to live next door to a boy who at age 18 rode a tricycle, hearing the subject mentioned in conversation made them want to run away and join the army. "Well, that's no good, but how about we give you a lift?" I suggested. "We're going into town anyway?" "Are you sure Betty?" Eric asked nervously. "Of course I am, plus it will save you money," I said. "Now you'll only have to buy a bus fare home." "Okay, thanks Betty," said Eric. "As long as it is okay?" "Yeah, it's swell," said Johnny. He turned to Andy and Richie. "Boys, shift over so Eric can get in the back." The boys rolled their eyes and did what Johnny told them only with the greatest reluctance, and they looked most horrified as Eric got into the back of the car and sat with them. "Thanks Betty," Eric said. "My pleasure," I said as I drove down the street, Andy and Richie looking at the floor as much as they could, in case any classmates saw their faces. "So um, ah, Betty, are you going to play softball today?" Eric asked. Andy snorted with derision. "No of course not, she's just dressed like that for fun." "Andy, mind your manners," Johnny warned as I brought the car to a stop sign, and Andy and Richie slid down further in their seats as they saw a group of boys and girls from their school riding towards us and worried that they might be seen with America's biggest square. Finally we arrived at our first destination, and to the relief of Johnny and myself our younger brothers they were dropped off to our aunt and uncle's house to sleep over with their cousins and the other boys. The speed they both ran towards the house suggested that they might make the USA running team for the upcoming London Olympics this summer. "Sorry about our brothers, they have no manners sometimes," I said to Eric. "I haven't got any brothers," said Eric, somewhat sadly. "Nor any sisters. Or cousins." "So where were you headed?" I asked. "I um, thought maybe, if you don't mind, if nobody else minds, that I might watch you play softball?" Eric asked nervously. "Of course, you don't need to ask," I said laughing. "Anyone who wants to go can go." "Please don't tell Mother, she doesn't like sports," Eric pleaded. "I won't say anything, cross my heart, hope to die," I said. "Neither will I, your secret is safe with me," Johnny assured our nervous neighbor. We reached the sports ground where our softball team played and we got out of the car when I parked it, Eric managing to trip as he did so and go sprawling, his glasses falling off his nose. "Eric, you okay?" I asked, as Johnny and I helped him back to his feet and got his glasses, which fortunately were not broken. The major casualty seemed to be Eric's pride, the poor young man blushing bright red at embarrassing himself in front of me again. "I'm okay thanks." "Hey Betty!" came a young male voice I recognized only too well, and I turned to see my tall handsome boyfriend Bobby walking towards me, his sister Evelyn behind him. Like me Bobby was blonde, and his sister Evelyn had brown hair, sort of the reverse from our family. With them was Judy, an attractive 18-year-old redhead who was Johnny's girlfriend. Evelyn and Judy were likewise on the softball team and wearing the same uniform as I was. "Hey Bobby, how are you?" I asked as we embraced, and I felt his strong arms around my waist. We all stood talking, other players and their boyfriends, friends and relatives joining us. Bobby and I were holding hands and I could not help but notice that Eric stood to one side, feeling left out as was the case every day in school, his longing for me obvious. Bobby of course knew that Eric had had a crush on me for the longest time, and he was very gracious about it possibly as Eric posed no threat at all, in fact Bobby was very nice and polite to Eric. The game commenced and we took the field against the Catholic girls' team, whose dark red uniforms contrasted with our sky blue uniforms. Several times as I stood at second base I saw Eric pacing up and down on his own, clearly not understanding how to play softball, but he kept looking at me while trying too hard to make it obvious that he wasn't. Johnny, Bobby and some of the other boys departed during a break between innings, needing to get on the bus that would take them to their training exercise overnight. The game was a close one and bases were loaded as Paula took the bat and strode to the plate, me standing at first, Doris on second and Susan on third. We needed a miracle, and while Paula was good hitter Brenda, the Catholic school pitcher, was very good at her craft and we already had two out. After incurring strike one from Brenda's pitch, Paula managed to belt the ball way over the fielding teams' head right into the outfield for a home run. We all sprinted for home, and Paula had already reached home plate and was safe as the ball was thrown back, we had won by one run in a thrilling game. In the showers afterwards, my vagina felt all tingly as I imagined Eric hiding in the change-rooms watching not only me shower, but my 18-year-old team-mates too, Eric able to see our bare breasts and bottoms and the brunette girls' brown triangles of pubic hair, the blonde girls with blonde pubic hair and the redhead girls with curls of red hair over their public mounds. He would also have been able to observe lots of naked and nubile 18-year-old Catholic school girls in the next door change room showers, brunettes with brown pubic hair; blondes with blonde pubic hair and redheads with red pubic hair. Drying off and dressing again in my regular bra and panties, check shirt and overalls, I put on my shoes and my softball uniform in my bag to take home and wash. I talked with the other girls and some of the kids from school who had come to watch us play, then left to drive home. Eric had long gone, presumably to catch the bus home and avoid rousing his parents' suspicions that he might have been doing something that they disapproved of, like not only watching sports but watching the bad influence girl from next door playing sports. It was quiet at home with my brothers all away overnight and our parents' not due home until late in the evening. I brought in my laundry, and fed the cat her dinner with Rosie very impatient that I wasn't performing the task as quickly as she would have liked. I talked to my boyfriend's sister Evelyn on the phone for a while, wondering if Eric was listening in to the call on the party line, but if he was it wouldn't have heard anything interesting, most of it was about the baseball game this afternoon, what the boys were getting up to on their night away and school. I heated up some left over casserole for my dinner, and then finished off an English essay and a calculus paper for school next week while listening to the radio. My parents would have been pleased with me being a square and studying on a Saturday night then retiring to bed early after a busy day. True, my boyfriend being away overnight was a major factor in me doing bad things with my hands, mouth and vagina. But there was something else definitely in my mind. And it was something Mom and Dad would never approve of me doing. Turning out the lights on the first floor, I mounted the stairs into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then went into my bedroom, the drapes wide open. I could see that the lights in Eric's bedroom were illuminated through the drapes, but as the curtains twitched the lights went out. I smiled. Eric was there and now he could see what I had planned for his eyes only. I removed my shoes and was barefoot, then took off my overalls and shirt, putting them away and walking around in my bra and panties. I then took my hairbrush and a wash-cloth and initially used the hairbrush for its proper purpose; brushing out my plaits while sitting on my bed in my underwear. What I did next however was definitely not proper behavior for a young lady. I laid on my back on the bed, opening my legs wide and showing off my white pants to the boy next door. My vagina was already aroused even before I put my hand between my legs, touching my private female area through the soft white cotton of my teen panties, tracing the shape of my vulva in my pants. My nipples tingled as I touched my breasts through the white fabric of my brassiere. Knowing that Eric was watching all this drove me wild. The double cotton saddle of my panties was plenty damp when I removed my underpants, and the nipples of my large breasts hard as I took off my bra, casting my underwear to one side. I spread my legs wide open, giving Eric a grandstand view of my vagina, opening my legs wider still so he could see my anus too. I stroked my own pubic hair, thinking about Bobby touching me there and Eric wishing he could touch me there, then inserted some fingers up my damp and aroused pussy, writing on the bed as I self-pleasured myself, my fingers getting sticky as I pushed them further up my female love hole, stroked my slim vaginal lips and circled my clitoris. Other fingers I moved lower down, fingering the sensitive skin that separated my vulva from my anus, and then my anus properly, pushing the finger at the tight puckered opening. Fingers were all well and good, but what I really wanted was something long and hard inserted up my vagina, and the rounded handle of my hairbrush was perfect. Taking my wet and feminine-scented fingers out of my crotch, I took hold of my hairbrush and inserted the handle up my pussy, gasping as it entered me and my bare toes clenched. There was plenty of lubrication for me to move the brush back and forth, and I did just this, the phallic object feeling so good up inside me. Not as good as my boyfriend's penis, but still pretty good, and even better given Eric was watching the whole show. While masturbating I put the fingers of my left hand to my anus, and this time not only did I touch my most forbidden and private place with my index finger, I inserted the digit up there, feeling the hot tight walls of my rectum close around it. Whenever I put a finger up into my anus I always felt a bit funny at first, like I needed to sit down on the toilet and have a bowel movement, but always got used to it and the feeling of having something inserted up my rear end and Eric watching me doing it drove me wild. I spread my legs wider, and pushed the hairbrush handle up my vagina more, feminine moans escaping my mouth and my bedroom starting to smell like vagina. I wasn't sure what to be more aroused by, the thought of my boyfriend's penis going up my vagina rather than the handle of my hairbrush or the strange boy next door watching me masturbating like this, but with the sticky wetness flowing from my pussy I knew my orgasm was approaching as I writhed on the bed. The feelings in my clitoris turned to one massive wave of pleasure that went through my vagina and up into my uterus, spreading through my body and into my back passage, the muscles in my anus and rectum closing tight around my finger. I cried out, my face contorted as I reached my orgasm, and sticky vaginal wetness flowed everywhere, the female smell in my bedroom getting stronger. My long legs kicked out, the toes of my bare feet clenched tightly and knowing that Eric could see me in this state made it even hotter. My orgasm reached my bare breasts, my nipples tingling and I gasped as the climax swept my entire body. Recovering my breath, my heart pounding with excitement at my forbidden display I lay on my bed, my legs still wide apart with my hairbrush handle still up my post-orgasmic pussy, my index finger still up my bottom. Getting back to normal, I extricated my finger from my anus and the hairbrush handle out of my vulva, the brush as to be expected sticky and smelling of pussy. I took the cloth and wiped the handle, then got off the bed, deliberately bending over and thrusting my bare bottom in the direction of the window so Eric could see more of my rear end. Totally alone in the house aside from my cat, I walked in complete nudity to the bathroom with my washcloth, the window still wide open. Running the cloth under the faucet and standing naked in front of the bedroom showing off my breasts to my voyeur, it was time for my bottom to have a wash. Well, both my bottoms to be accurate. First I squatted slightly then dipped the cloth between my legs, giving my vagina a thorough wash. Rinsing the sticky remnants of my orgasm from the cloth, I then turned my back to the window and applied to cloth to my bare bottom, washing my anus and the surrounding areas. Rinsing the cloth again and putting it aside to dry, I got a towel and dried first my vulva and then my bottom. Feeling nice and fresh between my legs and around my backside, I closed the bathroom window, turned off the light and walked naked back to my bedroom where I put on the finale to my little show for Eric by taking fresh panties from my underwear drawer and putting them on, then my nightdress. I closed the drapes, turned off the light and slid my bare feet under the covers and falling asleep, only stirring when my parents returned home later in the evening. * Sunday meant church but it began in a way that was definitely sinful, me sitting on the toilet emptying for five minutes with the window open while the strange young man watched everything I was doing in my private moments in the bathroom, then me undressing to take my shower and dressing in my 'Sunday best' -- a pink dress, a pink bra and pink panties underneath, white flat shoes on my feet, my blonde hair pulled back in a prim pony-tail with a pink ribbon. Normally, the trip to church meant me crammed into the back of the car alongside my three brothers but with the boys away it meant I got to enjoy the back of my father's car to myself today. As Dad pulled into the car park, I could see that the Higgins family had already arrived, driven by Eric's Aunt Edna as neither Eric nor his parents could drive an automobile. The three older members of the family were talking -- well Mrs. Higgins and her sister were as Eric's father stood in silence as usual -- and Eric was clearly looking out for me to arrive, while trying to make it obvious he wasn't. A look of relief came over his face as soon as he saw Dad's car with me in the back seat, Dad driving and Mom in the passenger seat. He again tried and failed to make it look like he wasn't watching me, and I pretended I didn't notice, but as I exited the vehicle I couldn't resist being bad again. Somehow, I allowed my knees to come open, giving Eric a great view up my pink dress and to the matching pink panties I wore underneath. I saw Eric's eyes bulge even through his thick glasses at my panty flash, and was more than a little amused by what happened next. Eric was wearing a suit -- a very dull brown suit that smelled like mothballs despite him wearing it every Sunday -- and he very quickly had to remove the jacket and hold it to cover the front of his trousers. This excited me in intimate ways too, but with the advantage of being a girl I didn't have any problems walking to church unless somebody happened to look down my panties, which of course wasn't going to happen. Eric hoped that nobody would notice that he had taken off his jacket to deal with a certain problem, but his mother did. "Eric, put your jacket on when we go into church," she hissed. Her son blushed bright red. "Mom, it's warm today." Today was a grey day, although it didn't look like rain, contrasting with the spring sunshine we had enjoyed on Saturday. "Nonsense Eric, it is a cool day, put on your jacket right now," snapped Mrs. Higgins. "And straighten your tie while you are at it, young man," admonished Aunt Edna. Being chastened by his mother and aunt seemed to solve Eric's problem and he was able to put the jacket on without any embarrassment and walk into church. His family sat through the service on their own as usual, and when it came to an end, I noticed him looking with interest at my bottom as I discretely adjusted my panties through my dress when walking by. The drive home was a bit more crowded, my younger brothers having been delivered to church by our aunt and uncle and Dad driving us all home. Johnny returned just after lunch with Bobby, and along with some of our friends both male and female we decided to go cycling in the afternoon. For this, I changed into an old blouse and a pair of knee-length pedal pusher pants before cycling away with my twin brother, boyfriend, his sister and the rest of our friends. I noticed Eric looking wistfully in our direction as we went on our way, and just for a minute or so raised my bottom off my bicycle seat. I could feel him watching my rear end, as he always did when I was wearing my pedal-pusher pants, overalls, blue jeans, shorts or even just a casual pair of slacks. * Monday morning dawned grey, cool and drizzly but as we had high school, it didn't seem to make too much difference. In the corridor Eric, dressed in his trousers, shirt and pullover was at his locker, my own locker right next to his. "Hi Eric," I said. "Oh hi um, Betty, how are you, isn't it a nice day?" Eric stammered awkwardly. I smiled. "Eric, it's raining and cold today." Eric blushed. "Um yeah, so it is, it is raining, I forgot," he said, me feeling him looking at my breasts today encased in a blue sweater, a blue knee-length skirt on my lower half. "So calculus first up," I said. "Did you manage to work out question nine? I only guessed it, I couldn't make head nor tail of it." "Um yes, I mean no, I mean I don't know," said Eric. Again, I laughed. "You don't seem very sure." Eric stared at his brown leather shoes. "Um yeah." Adjacent to these lockers was the high school's main girls' bathroom. It was a long bleak narrow room with 50 toilet cubicles, 30 along one wall, and 20 against the other, and a long row of sinks. The partitions and stall doors weren't designed to give the girls maximum privacy, there was a fair bit of space underneath, but there was one toilet few girls dared to use. This was the first cubicle in the row of 30, and the problem was that the external door of the girls' toilet was always kept ajar during the day, and this first cubicle was visible to anyone passing by. Therefore if a girl was sitting on this toilet, any person who glanced in could see her feet and her lowered panties under the door and partition. Girls avoided it like the plague, and I don't think the school would have had to change the toilet roll in there since 1918 due to lack of use. I turned and indicted the female toilets. "I just need to go to the bathroom, so I'll see you for calculus first period." "Yeah, see you then Betty," Eric said, giving me a shy wave. I went into the girls' room. It wasn't really a place I relished visiting. Peeing was okay, but if I needed to empty my bowels it wasn't a nice experience. Reality dictated though that I had to do it once a day at least, often twice and more when I was on my period. Actually periods were another reason these girls bathrooms were not my favorite place, each stall contained an open bin in which menstruating girls placed their used sanitary pads when changing them. Therefore when you went in here to go to the toilet and looked into the bins, you could see the soiled napkins of girls who had been in here earlier in the day. Another problem was the toilet paper, which was rough and scratchy and seemed to have been designed not to absorb anything, bad any day of the month, much worse for the girls having their monthlies. Even the school putting newspaper in the bathroom for us to use to wipe our bottoms would probably be better than our toilet paper. Today of course wasn't my ladies' days but even if it had been, I wouldn't have let it stop me from what I was going to do. I went into the first cubicle, the one the girls avoided at all cost, and closed and locked the door, knowing that Eric could see the lock change from the green vacant to the red engaged. I lifted my skirt, pulled my light blue panties down to my ankles and sat down on the toilet. I looked down at my lowered panties as I urinated, my vulva getting damp not only from pee but from feminine excitement too as I thought about how Eric could see my panties under the stall door and partition. Getting toilet paper I wiped my damp and sticky pussy, then remained sitting on the toilet to have my poo, spending well over five minutes on the toilet. Each time I got the school's awful toilet paper and wiped my bottom, I would think about how Eric was looking at my panties right now. That this was happening at school was even sexier than his voyeurism at home. My toilet paper would stick to my aroused vagina, before I dragged it backwards to my anus. Finally finished, I stood up and flushed the toilet, literally having to pull the chain as the school's toilets were old fashioned and had chain-pull cisterns. I emerged from the toilet stall adjusting my panties through my skirt after pulling them up, then went to the sink and washed my hands. Not to my great surprise I saw Eric sitting on the bench opposite the girls' room, and feigned surprise to see him. "Hi Eric, what are you still doing here I thought you would have gone to math by now?" I asked, acting the mock innocent. Eric blushed. "Oh hi, um Betty, I just um, ah, forgot to, I mean I dropped a file and had to pick up the papers," he said, his face showing relief at thinking up a lie. "That's annoying when that happens," I said. "So what say we walk to math class now?" Eric went bright red and he looked most afraid. "Oh no, sorry Betty, I um, have a bit of a leg cramp and I can't stand up. You head off without me." "Well, see you in class Eric, I hope your leg cramp feels better," I said. "Thanks Betty," he managed to stammer. I went to class, feeling more than satisfied with what I had done, and Eric arrived about two minutes later, his 'leg cramp' having cleared up. I sighed as I noticed that in the short distance between the lockers and the classroom that some idiots had stuck a 'kick me' sign to Eric's back, and fortunately Bobby and Johnny noticed as he went into class, relieving him of the sign. We all sat at our desks and seemed to be paying attention to our teacher as he wrote lots of complicated equations on the blackboard. But I kept feeling Eric's eyes upon me, no doubt thinking about his unrequited crush upon me and how he saw so much more of me in the bathroom and my bedroom not to mention glimpses of my panties up my skirts or dresses and my underwear on the line than he ever could have dreamed of. And under my skirt, the soft cotton saddle of the light blue panties I was wearing absorbed my feminine wetness between my legs as I thought about all the naughty displays I would put on for the voyeur boy next door. I couldn't wait.

Biarritz And Bare It by Biggalute Biarritz And Bare It Pt. 01 An author in need of inspiration. This is a slightly different one from me. It's a small part factual and many parts fictional and wishful thinking. Let me know what you think x Hi, I'm Lance 'Biggalute' Slambetter, a forty two year old self employed IT consultant and this is my story. I've been single since my divorce four years ago. Even though we had no kids, the divorce was still messy and I promised myself a mid-life crisis when I was forty, you know the sort of thing, buy a sports car, get a much younger girlfriend, act like an even bigger prick than normal. As it turned out for my fortieth I, along with the rest of the world, got a global pandemic. I survived it better than many, becoming very busy helping companies and individuals transition to remote working and also, thankfully, never getting sick. I've always had a vivid and somewhat over active imagination and during the soulless and sexless last few years of my marriage I took to reading, and then writing, erotic fiction. It's a hobby I still enjoy, until recently. I've run out of ideas, no little snippets of smut worming their way into my brain for me to turn into titillating novella's or short stories. At first I didn't really notice but now it was starting to bother me, no sexy scenarios or ridiculously horny characters to daydream about. I missed them. Why had it happened and what could I do about it? No idea, but I'd been feeling unfulfilled and stagnant in my life, maybe that was it. I needed a change, a break and maybe some inspiration. I had no new work lined up that I knew of and so made a snap decision, I was going to Biarritz. I'd never been there but had heard and read about it. I was looking forward to sun, beaches, good food and the chance to improve my schoolboy French It was early September and there seemed plenty of apartments available, I saw one I liked and messaged the owner, booking it for two weeks and letting them know I might be interested in staying longer if that was possible. It was a lovely studio apartment with a balcony and a sea view, a hundred meters from the beach and a very walkable mile from the centre of town. The owner met me with the keys and explained about the local amenities and the beaches. He was a local and it seemed they all surfed, most of the info he gave me was about which were the best beaches for it. I settled in really quickly, finding the people very friendly and relaxed. They were Basques and saw themselves as different from the rest of France, not hurrying or stressing about things. The food was great if a bit expensive and there was a great vibe about the whole place. The mornings were cool but the afternoons glorious. I spent the first two days happily sunbathing and people watching, one of my favourite activities. There were all sorts, surfers, families, beautiful women. It was all so natural and relaxed, many of the women being topless and bathing or walking around the beach, no one batting an eyelid. I still hadn't any inspiration for my sexy stories but I was worrying less, just enjoying the change of pace and the beautiful location. I love the beach and sun bathing but don't have the flexibility in my lower back to lay on my front for any period of time, instead getting up and walking along the water's edge, the wonderful heat of the sun feeling glorious on my skin. The beaches seemed to go on for miles but I stayed on the same one those first two day. I also realized that I couldn't reach some areas of my back to apply lotion and had to be careful not to get burnt. The beaches of Biarritz are very well appointed with lots of café's, toilettes and paths above the beaches making access easy even when the tide is in. On the third day I bought a surfer-dude style loose vest to cover the bits of my back I couldn't reach and set off to walk as far as I could, knowing I would eventually reach another small town and could get a bus back if I wanted. The day was even warmer than the previous and even though it was midweek there were already a good smattering of people on the beach. The second beach was a bit smaller and seemed to have more surfers on, many who seemed quite experienced and I enjoyed standing awhile and watching them. At the far end there were cliffs and large rocks jutting out into the sand and until I got closer I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get round them. There was probably twenty feet between the rocks and the sea and I imagine that it would be impassable at high tide, although I later saw access to the beach via a path. As I passed the rocks the beach opened up again and I could see that this bit of beach was even more deserted, there being more large boulders on the beach than people. About fifty yards ahead of me I could see a couple standing up to their knees in the water. As I got closer I could see that the man was naked and bending as if rinsing something in the water. The woman had a t-shirt on. Looking around the beech some more, there were probably 20-25 people, most bathing further up the beach, closer to the cliffs. Closer to the couple I could see they were both deeply tanned, the man all over. The ladies t-shirt finished mid buttock, giving a delectable glimpse of her lower ass cheeks. The man straightened and as I passed they both turned and smiled and nodded hello. I smiled back and walked on smiling happily to myself, pretty certain that I had come upon a nudist beach. Looking further up the beech I could see only one other person close to the sea, a naked, big titted fat woman who stood looking out to sea. I know I purport to be an author and should probably come up with a more eloquent description than big titted and fat, but that's what came to my mind. As I got closer I could see she had her palms turned out and shoulders back, her eyes closed as if worshipping the sun. Slowing my walk so as not to disturb but also to stare more, I could see she was again evenly tanned and actually wasn't fat, more just hippy and apple shaped. Her boobs were quite large and the act of her shoulders being back gave them a look of being offered to the sun. Her dark tan made it hard to guess her age but I guessed at something close to my own. I really didn't want to disturb her and passed as quietly as I could, struggling not to stare but failing. I felt enticed and aroused by her. I didn't see her open her eyes but she must have known I was there. As I walked on I was glad no one was close to the water's edge as my body gave away obvious signs that I was thinking about her. At this stage, having described other people, it's only fair that I describe myself. I'm tall and broad and although I enjoy exercise it's fair to say that I'm built more for comfort than speed. As for my own appendages, well that was one of the few things my ex-wife never complained about. I reached the end of the beach and was tempted to turn around but decided to carry on, finally reaching a town called Bidart where I stopped to eat. What I had I couldn't tell you, my mind was full of the nudist beach and of the sun worshipping goddess. I had often sunbathed naked in my own back garden and loved it, but I had never done it on a beach or with people I didn't know. Sitting there I knew I would be visiting that beach the next day. Biarritz, being on the Atlantic coast of France and near the Pyrenees can get a fair amount of rain, especially out of the height of the season. I can't begin to describe how disappointed I was the next day when it was cloudy and then rainy. It was stupid, but I just was. I spent the rainy day reading up on nudist beach etiquette and if I'm honest, watching porn of people shagging on beaches. I was also consoled by the forecast that said tomorrow would be warm and sunny. I got to the beach around the same time I'd been there two days earlier, deciding again to walk along the other beaches first rather than the paths. I think there were probably fewer people there and no one by the sea shore. Almost sheepishly I made my way upwards towards the cliffs, it seemed to be mainly couples and I wondered if the couple who had smiled at me the other day were there. I saw no sign of my sun goddess and it dawned on me for the first time that she may be part a couple. An initial pang of disappointment passed as I realized that I was being silly and that myself being naked in the sun and sea would be wonderful and seeing her would be a nice bonus. I laid out my towel and got myself comfortable before slathering myself in lotion. It's a strange but somewhat enjoyable feeling to be massaging lotion into your cock and balls in public with other bathers nearby. The sun was glorious and whilst definitely having an arousing effect it wasn't as bad as I feared, my dick feeling full but only rising to half-mast. I watched a few people walk in and out of the sea and was tempted. This was a big step for me, fuck it! I was going to do it. I'm always nervous about leaving valuables on a beach but just couldn't imagine anything going missing on this beach. As I stood up the couple nearest me looked up and smiled, I smiled back and pointed to my gear and they raised their hand signaling that they'd keep an eye on it. My first few steps were hesitant but then I strode purposefully to the water's edge, stopping for a few moments and enjoying the sun on my whole body before running into the water, dick flapping madly as I did so. It was wonderful; I splashed and swam, feeling as happy and contented as I could remember. I'm a good swimmer and put my head down and swam madly, the feeling of my naked body in the water was just incredible. Out of breath I realized I had swam out further than I intended. Treading water for a while before heading back in gave me a whole new view of the beach. It was spectacular, the golden sand and the cliffs above, a few large boulders thrown in for good measure. I swam back in far more leisurely and as I came to where I could stand up I saw my sun goddess standing in almost the same position, feet slightly apart, shoulders back. I was looking directly at her and she was looking back. I would be walking past her to get to my towel, unless I chose to swim along further, which I didn't want to do. Each step I took exposed more of my body but I didn't care, enjoying the water dripping off my body and feeling emboldened and free. The cold water hadn't shrunk me too much and I was glad, I wanted her to see me, to admire me the way I'd admired her. She looked at me the whole time and I found myself looking straight back, rather than avoiding her gaze as I imagined I would. I could swear she had a little grin or smirk on her face. When she spoke I almost jumped in shock, "C'est merveilleux." I racked my brains, I think it meant 'It's wonderful' I guessed she was talking about the sun and the sea and being naked rather than me, but I could dream. Again racking my brain I said "Oui c'est le cas." Which I hoped was 'Yes it is'. I was a few feet to her left and without really thinking about it I just stopped, turned around and faced the sea, adopting a similar pose to her as I felt the sun gently drying my skin. Her eyes were now closed and I closed mine but kept sneaking a quick peek, she still had a smile on her face. I stood there gently daydreaming, the warmth of the sun making my body relax and my mind wonder. What with the heat and whatever was going through my mind I felt aroused and vibrant; sexual, sensual and alive. I sensed a movement and heard her speak although I didn't understand what she'd said. She started to walk away and then turned her head to look at me, almost quizzically. I wasn't one hundred percent sure but I think I was meant to follow her. We made our way back up the beach and I tried my best to look around me rather than at her fine rump of an ass that jiggled delightfully with each step she took in the sand. We were heading a good bit to the right of where my towel was but the couple who had been keeping an eye on it raised their hands as if to say everything was ok, big grins on both their faces. I was only a few feet behind her and couldn't help but admire her more closely. She was solid but had great tone, her dark tan and the gleam of perspiration on her skin making the striations of muscle clearly visible on her back and on her legs. I imagined myself tracing the muscles of her back down to her ass, massaging her glutes and.. Stop this! I was naked in public and about to make a show of myself. There was nowhere to hide and I tried to think of anything but her butt, only half succeeding. Ahead of us was a younger lady sat on a towel looking at us. She was sat up, cross legged and topless, a light sarong type garment over her legs. That seemed to be where we were headed. My goddess stopped and started talking, the younger lady looking up at me and laughing before replying. I had basic French but they were talking quickly and I think in a dialect. I had no idea what they were saying, instead just standing there bollock naked and trying not to feel stupid as the beautiful young woman stared at me. A few more quick words and giggles passed between them before my goddess half turned so she was facing me, her eyes taking in every inch of me, my dick twitched and I found myself swallowing as if I had a lump in my throat. Laughing again, the younger lady said, in almost perfect English "My mother says you were staring at her the other day." I was mortified and a bit shocked but before I could blush or apologize, she continued "it's ok, she's a beautiful woman and likes being stared at." I still didn't know what to say, mumbling some sort of sorry, my discomfort seeming to amuse both of them and me eventually giving up and smiling with them. "My mother would like you to join us for lunch." "That would be wonderful, thank you." Not being sure of what the situation was I wondered if I should run back and get my phone so that I would be able to pay for the lunch, I needn't have worried. Her daughter stood up and turned, tying the sarong around her waist, allowing only a brief glimpse of her wonderfully smooth and pert bum as she did so. We watched her walk towards the cliffs where in the shade they had a large cooler box which seemed heavy as she picked it up. I moved to help her but her mum stopped me, signaling for me to sit down on one end of the towel, facing the cliffs with my back to the sea. I felt self conscious and wondered how to sit, could you be eloquent when naked? I sort of plumped down on my ass and sat cross legged and a bit hunched over. This seemed to amuse her even more as she effortlessly squatted down, drawing my eyes immediately to her spread open pussy, before swishing her legs to the side in one smooth movement, leaving her sort of twisted but perfectly upright and balanced, her shoulders again back and her boobs pointed at me. I gave a 'as if only I could' wry smile before nodding and saying "tres bien" or "very good" She affected a slight coyish look, before giving up the pretence of modesty as her eyes lit up and she smiled widely, obviously proud of her body and her agility and the little show she'd just put on. The spell was broken by the huffing and puffing of her daughter struggling with the box, still close to the cliffs. Without thinking and without being stopped I jumped up and went to help her, oblivious to my quite pronounced semi hard-on bouncing around the place. She offered to take one of the handles but seemed glad when I took the whole thing, walking beside me and blatantly looking me up and down, even slowing so she could look at the back of me. Not able to help myself I flexed one ass cheek then the other, causing her to giggle. It seemed perfectly ok to stare so when she was beside me again I looked down at her pert little tits, the dark nipples hard and pointed. She saw me staring and stuck her chest out even more, as if to say 'there, have a good gawk.' This openness and relaxed attitude to the human body was both shocking and incredibly refreshing and even though I didn't even know their names, or they mine, I just knew we would be friends. I don't know what was in the cooler box but it was fairly heavy and I was pleased when we reached the towels. I put it down and went to open it but the daughter told me to stop, "You are our guest, you sit down, I'll prepare the lunch." I sat back down and the mother beamed at me as we both watched. As the daughter spoke English and I spoke a little French it might seem strange that we hadn't even exchanged names, but we just hadn't, I knew we would talk more over lunch. There were cheeses, cold meats, bread and every type of condiment. Water, red and white wine, all in glass bottles. "Do you always bring so much to the beach?" "No not always, but you never know who you might meet. My mother had a feeling you would be here today." "Wow." I didn't know what to say. "What is your mother's name and what's yours?" "I'm Amelia and my mother is Beatrice." "Beautiful names, I'm Lance." "Why did your mother think I'd be here today?" They spoke in French for a few sentences, laughing and obviously deciding what to say, I didn't mind even if they told me a lie, I was enjoying just watching them. "I don't know if this is the correct English but women are use to be stared at, but she says your stare felt different. There was lust but also love. Do you understand?" I certainly wasn't expecting that. "Your English is very good and yes I understand. Please tell your mother that I've spent the past two days thinking of her as a goddess." I don't know exactly why I said this, it was the truth but I wouldn't normally say such things. Amelia's eyes went wide and she smiled and giggled before translating. I think Beatrice was shocked and I couldn't read her reaction, I felt panic kicking in and raised a toast to break the silence, taking a big gulp of my red wine to settle my nerves. Beatrice licked the wine from her lips very sexily, at least I thought so, before replying and laughing. "My mother says she is a goddess." We all laughed and I raised another toast, 'I'll drink to that.' Lots of questions followed, was this my first time in Biarritz? Was this my first time on a nudist beach? Was I married? Yes, Yes and No. "My mother has been a nudist her whole life and says you make a very good nudist, you love the human body and are happy in your own body." I'd never really thought about it but told her I thought she was right, at least once I got over my English hang-ups. We drank and talked some more, me finding out that Amelia's father had left when she was young and that Beatrice had never remarried, despite many offers. She was a strong woman and liked doing her own thing and didn't need a man telling her what to do. I nodded and smiled in agreement. She then told me she was twenty three and her mother forty five. I told them my age and about being divorced. What with the wine and the talking I had forgotten that there were certain parts of me that had no sunscreen on until I felt a tingling on my back. I explained this and they both looked concerned, Beatrice standing up a little unsteadily before brazenly bending into the cooler box to retrieve some lotion, her ass cheeks going taught and separating, allowing me an incredible up-close view of her pussy and asshole, Amelia just smirking at my lustful gaze and rigid erection that I was no longer able to hide. Beatrice straightened and turned, squinting at the tube of cream and allowing my eyes to wonder from her trimmed crotch up to her wonderful, pendulous boobs, the nipples now more erect and looking so fucking suckable. I don't think my tongue was hanging out but she obviously knew I was staring at her and didn't seem to mind, I think actually enjoying it, taking her time reading the lotion and slowly undoing the cap before smiling and signaling for me to turn around. She knelt and started massaging the cold lotion into my back which, to my loved up and wine'd up brain, felt incredibly sensuous. From my middle back she continued slowly up to my shoulders, massaging the muscles before pulling me closer to her until I felt her boobs touching my back. I had my eyes closed and don't know what Amelia thought of this but Beatrice had stopped moving her hands and was deliberately rubbing her boobs and nipples on my back, little sighs and whimpers escaping her lips as she did so. Suddenly Beatrice stopped massaging my back with her tits and spoke to Amelia, both of them bursting out laughing. "Mum says we should all go into the sea to swim and to pee." Beatrice put her hands on my shoulders and pushed herself upright, her boobs banging against my head as she did so. Gone was the elegant athlete of earlier, she was definitely a bit tipsy. Amelia was more balanced and with one pull she undid the knot of her sarong, the material falling to the ground to reveal her beautiful young body. I was sat looking up at two incredibly sexy, naked women and just couldn't help myself but smile. I think they got it and smiled back. There was nothing for it but to stand up. I did so and immediately shrugged my shoulders and pulled a 'I'm sorry face' Their eyes following mine as I looked down at my ridiculous dick sticking out rigidly like a flag pole. Amelia giggled but Beatrice just stared for a few moments longer before taking my hand and leading me down to the water. We walked slowly and passed closer to other bathers than we had before, as if Beatrice wanted them to see us. I didn't mind and found I enjoyed them looking at me. Amelia was ahead of us and the sight of her gorgeous young ass and Beatrice gently caressing the inside of my wrist as we walked had me still pretty hard when we reached the water. I gave another silly grin and Beatrice smiled almost wickedly as she bent and scooped up some very cold water, splashing it at my groin, this was followed by another and we were soon in a splashing contest, Beatrice losing balance and landing on her butt as she tried to kick some water at me. I sat down beside her in the water, our hips touching, holding hands again, this felt so right. "Pipi." (Pee) She said and I nodded. I was still peeing when she let go of my hand and put her hand in the water between my legs, giggling girlishly as my pee hit her hand. I laughed and smiled at her. Our faces came closer together and I knew we were going to kiss, a wave of sensations surging through me as her lips touched mine. "Stop that you two, we have to go soon." Amelia had swum back to us and laughed as she stood up and saw us kissing. She really was stunning, completely at ease as she stood naked in front of us. I watched transfixed as a water droplet traced its way down her flat abdomen, along the groove of her groin and into the valley of her smooth, shaven pussy. Beatrice's hand was still between my legs and she started to rub my dick, it felt wonderful but the whole situation was bizarre, maybe a bit too bizarre for me. I was watching Amelia and she had an annoyed look on her face as she saw her mum begin to wank me. They began to have cross words and I lifted my leg to gently move Beatrice's hand away from me. Eventually Amelia said, "I think my mother is a little drunk. It is ok for you to look at me but it is wrong for her to do that in public. That should be done in privacy." "I'm sorry, I think we just got a little carried away." A few more words that I couldn't follow passed between them until Amelia's mouth dropped open, her face a mix of disbelief and embarrassed smile, her eyes alive with mischief as she listened to her mother. Eventually, trying to hold back laughter, she said, "My mother says she is not drunk and wants to take you home and fuck you." It was my mouths turn to drop open. My mind was a whirl, not helped by two pairs of eyes staring at me and Beatrice's hand back between my legs. The cock driven side of my brain was saying, 'cor, yeah, go for it' whilst the sensible side of my brain was saying 'this is all too much, too soon'. Somehow I managed to string a sentence together, "Please tell your mother that I think she is a very beautiful and sexy woman, unlike anyone I've ever met. I would love to make love with her but think we should get to know each other better first." Amelia nodded at me and started to translate this to her mother. Beatrice answered, laughing at the end, her hand squeezing my balls gently as she did so. Poor Amelia looked mortified and I found myself grinning stupidly at this whole mad situation. I was sat naked in the sea next to a beautiful naked woman who was massaging my balls whilst her wonderful and equally naked daughter was stood in front of us translating. Amelia was struggling to find words and was blushing. Beatrice spoke again, urging her on. "I'm sorry I've never known my mother behave like this. She seems quite certain and serious about what she wants. She says making love will come later but now she just wants to fuck." Amelia's face was turning from embarrassment to anger as she continued, "I have to leave now to collect my daughter from school. My mother would normally come with me and I would then drop her home. Do you want to go to her house or to your house to fuck." Amelia looked as if she might start crying and her feelings and the position her mother was putting her in were having an effect on me also. I stood up and took the hand that had been between my legs, helping Beatrice to her feet. In my best French I apologized to Amelia and said 'later, I promise' to Beatrice, kissing her gently and lovingly on the forehead as I did so. I think she understood because she had a slightly embarrassed smile on her face. She put her hand out to Amelia and pulled her in for a hug, saying "Désolé, Désolé" or 'sorry, sorry' repeatedly. It was very emotional and they both had tears in their eyes when they broke the embrace. I'm sure there was more than just mine and Beatrice's behavior involved in their emotions but as we made our way back to the towels everything seemed ok again, both of them holding my hand as we walked up the beach. I headed to my towel and dressed quickly so I could get back and carry the cooler box. When I got there Amelia was dressed but Beatrice was still nude, probably deliberately. She put her arms around my neck and said 'thank you' in English and then kissed me, her body pressing into mine. Feeling the inevitable swell in my shorts she broke the embrace, a satisfied grin on her face. Amelia just stood shaking her head and smiling. Beatrice put on a loose beach dress that came to mid thigh, very thin and light and doing little to hide her nakedness underneath. It was quite a hike up to the top of the cliffs to where their car was parked and they both had a good laugh at me trying to be manly and carry the box the whole way on my own. We chatted away and as we got to the car I was nervous as to when I would see them again. With nothing else coming to my mind I asked whether I could take them out to dinner that night. They spoke and Amelia asked me whether I meant just her mother. I said I'd like to take them both out and also Amelia's husband and child if they wanted to come. She said she'd separated from her boyfriend six months earlier but if we could eat at seven when the restaurants opened then it would be possible for her daughter to come also. They lived in Bayonne, a city very close to Biarritz and they wrote down the name of the restaurant where we would meet. They offered me a lift but I decided to walk to my apartment, my mind a haze of confusion and excitement. The day, and meeting Beatrice and Amelia, had been like nothing I could have ever possibly imagined. I'd found their openness about their bodies and nudity initially shocking but then wonderful. Amelia was a joy to be with, she was fun, a little flirty and her confidence shone through. Beatrice was a bit wild and as much as I was attracted to her I didn't know if I was able for her. The language issue was a problem, although I hadn't really tried to speak to her, Amelia always jumping in and translating. As I reached my apartment I had my head a bit more sorted out. Stop over analyzing and worrying, I'd come to Biarritz for a change and I'd just go with the flow, be myself and enjoy the journey. I arrived quite early which was a mistake, restaurants in France are quite strict with their opening times and this one wouldn't be open for another thirty minutes. I took the opportunity to walk around the narrow medieval streets. The buildings were amazing, some of them hundreds of years old but still seven stories high, a vibrant living mishmash of colours, noise and smells. Returning to the restaurant I was greeted by Beatrice, Amelia and her daughter coming towards me. Beatrice and Amelia greeted me in the French way by pecking on the cheeks, whilst Lili, Amelia's daughter, looked very serious as she shook my hand, gripping as hard as she could with her little hand which made me smile. Amelia and Lili were wearing sun dresses and Beatrice was wearing well fitted linen trousers and a white blouse emphasizing her wonderful curves. The ensemble finished off with a beautiful necklace that drew one's eyes to the tiniest glimpse of cleavage. Lili was five and like a mini me, both in looks and in her mother's confidence. She had reasonable English and spoke to me the whole time, asking questions and telling me all sorts, like that her dad was English, he'd moved back to England but phoned her every second day and would be visiting soon. They allowed her to speak without shushing her which I thought was great and I found her delightful, the only awkward moment being when she asked if I was her grandmére's boyfriend. I smiled and Amelia pulled a face at her before explaining it to Beatrice, who just shrugged nonchalantly as if 'he should be so lucky', which caused Lili to giggle. As we were finishing desert Amelia said she'd have to take Lili home as she had school in the morning, did we all want to finish up or would me and Beatrice stay on longer. In my best French and hoping Beatrice would understand I said I'd love to stay longer and talk with Beatrice. By the smile on her face I knew she understood. We said our goodbyes and Lili again shook my hand before jumping up into Beatrice's arms and kissing her before showing her her crossed fingers as if wishing her luck, which was both funny and charming. We had had wine with the meal and when Amelia and Lili had left Beatrice said 'Digestif' to which I nodded. She spoke to the waiter and two large, warming brandies were brought to the table. I felt like a teenager, the two of us sat there smiling sillily, not sure of what to say or in my case how to say it. Trying to keep it simple I thanked Beatrice for an amazing day and said I wanted to get to know her more, I hoped that's what I said. As if in answer she took my hand and pulled me closer, kissing me just hard enough so that I knew she meant it. She broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes, deep into my soul and kissed me again, harder this time. We were still in the restaurant but no one seemed to care, this was France. Breaking the embrace she said 'You're welcome'. It was heavily accented but definitely English. Her eyes lit up with delight at the surprised look on my face. "You speak English?" "A little, but you're in France and should speak French." I nodded and couldn't help but laugh and smile. We were holding hands across the table and I could feel her leg brushing lightly against mine. Nearly in English but stopping myself, I said in French, "Shall we leave?" Beatrice smiled and nodded. She lived about a fifteen minute walk from the restaurant and it was a beautiful evening as we walked along the river holding hands, Beatrice pointing out land marks along the way, the market, the cathedral, beautifully lit in the distance. As we reached her house an elderly neighbour across the street walking his dog shouted a greeting and blew a kiss, Beatrice waving and blowing a kiss back, a grin on her face as she squeezed my hand harder before putting her key in the lock. She lived in a modern town house and I was really nervous as I entered, not knowing exactly what was going to happen and not wanting to fuck it up. She offered me a drink but I said no, instead taking her hand again and kissing her. In my head I'd imagined us tearing each other's clothes off but this kiss was slow and ever so sensual, my knees almost buckling as sensations surged through me. I'd always thought of myself as quite assertive but as Beatrice broke our kiss and led me upstairs I was like a puppy dog following my owner. Her bed was in the centre of the room, a few feet from the window through which a street light dimly lit the room. To the left of the window was a small armchair with clothes thrown over the back of it. Beatrice kissed me gently before pushing me back to sit in the armchair, leaning over, kissing me again and then whispering in English 'I'm a goddess'. Beatrice took a step back so that she was in front of the window, the lamplight casting alluring shadows as it gently illuminated her. Ever so slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, she began to undress. Not able to help myself I wondered if she often got undressed in front of the open window. I thought she probably did and I didn't mind, it was who she was. I also thought the elderly neighbour across the road wouldn't mind either. It wasn't a striptease as such but it was the most incredibly sexy thing I'd ever fucking seen. Each button of her blouse seemed to take an age to undo, her white lacy bra making her amazing boobs look even more magnificent, her nipples hard and pointing at me as she slowly removed the bra. She undid her trousers and with a wiggle and a smile let them fall to the floor revealing her naked snatch. Without thinking or planning I dropped to my knees and buried my head in her groin, lapping greedily at anything my tongue could touch. Beatrice widened her legs and from her groans and the way she held my head I thought I must be hitting the right spot. She dropped to her knees, our heads level, her eyes filled with mischief, a teasing little smirk on her lips. She knelt higher and held one breast to my mouth as if to suckle on. I knew she was teasing me but I didn't mind, smiling before taking the boob and suckling hard and hungrily, Beatrice moaning and caressing the back of my head as I did so. I switched to the other one and then felt an overwhelming urge to do something very un-baby like. I stood up and in one movement I dropped my pants and trousers, my dick pointing directly at Beatrice's face. She pretended to be shocked before the most wickedly sexy grin I have ever seen crept across her face, her tongue darting out and touching my dick, making it and me jump. She didn't open her mouth, instead planting light, gentle kisses around my exposed sensitive gland, my involuntary moans and movements making her giggle. I was torn between the desire to fuck her wildly and the need to kiss every part of her, paying homage to my goddess. I stood her up and held her tightly, the heat of our bodies blending and her skin feeling incredible touching mine. Beatrice's hand found my balls and she squeezed as if 'I've got you'. I loved the sensation but this was becoming a game of wills. It might be fun to let Beatrice have her way but at that moment I wanted to win. I turned her around and pulled her close, one hand grabbing a tit and the other in her crotch, my fingers flicking at her clit causing her head to go back and Beatrice to swear loudly in French. Not able to help myself and with the dirty side of my brain coming out, I maneuvered us so that Beatrice was right in front of the window, looking out at whoever was looking in. She obviously didn't mind as she moaned louder and pushed back harder, my achingly hard dick wedged between her gloriously plump ass cheeks. I wondered if I could enter her, I squatted a little and the pushed up, Beatrice's hand immediately pushing my hand out the way and guiding my dick to her opening. As I half squatted and started to push slowly into Beatrice I found myself smiling and saying a silent prayer to the gym gods, thankful that my legs weren't buckling or cramping. My reverie was broken by Beatrice's hand coming up and grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling and twisting my head down so she could kiss me, her passion overflowing as she bit at my lip and tongue, my body responding by pushing harder into her and her tight cunt feeling incredible, sending wave after wave of incredible sensations through me with each thrust. It was inevitable. I pushed too hard one too many times, lifting Beatrice off her feet and causing her to lose balance. Thankfully she let go of my hair and was able to stop her face hitting the windowsill. I think we were both shocked and our movement stopped, Beatrice bent ninety degrees at the waist and my dick, somehow, still in her. My hands were on her hips and I started to very gently, almost luxuriously, fuck her again. I was looking out the window and there were definitely people at some of the windows opposite watching us. I had a big grin on my face and was half tempted to wave and blow a kiss. As if reading my mind Beatrice pulled off of me, turned and knelt down. Now all the neighbours could see was my smiling face and Beatrice's bobbing head, because this time she did open her mouth. It felt incredible but as mad as it seems it also felt somehow impersonal, I felt a need, a desire even, to have Beatrice's body touching mine. I helped her stand up and we moved to the bed, gently lying down so we faced each other. Still not be able to stop my stupid sense of humour getting the better of me I asked if this was ok with her neighbours, as they couldn't see anything now. This got me a punch and a gentle knee in the groin, followed by a wonderful, heavily accented reply in English. "We will show them more in the daylight." But that, as they say, is another story Biarritz And Bare It Pt. 02 We get closer and closer. I woke the next morning spooned into Beatrice, the sun streaming in through the window promising another warm, beautiful day. Not sure if she was awake I planted a very gentle kiss on her shoulder. She moaned softly and pushed her hips back into mine, giggling and then wiggling her butt when she felt my hardness. Damn, I felt like a teenager, I hadn't had morning wood in years. She turned her head and smiled that wonderful smile. "Café?" She asked. "Yes please." Beatrice wagged her finger at me before smiling "Francaisé." Reminding me that she thought I should speak French whenever I could, even though she probably spoke better English than I did French. "S'il vous plait." I replied pulling a silly face and just stopping myself sticking my tongue out. She kissed me lightly before swinging her legs out and standing up, stopping in front of the window and looking at me, a cheeky smile on her face as she stretched tall and then wiggled her ass at the window, a sexy 'good morning' to anyone looking in, reminding me that we had made love in front of the same window last night with some neighbours across the road definitely watching. I was again in awe. She was forty five to my forty two and to my mind had a perfect body, solid, curvy and incredibly sexy. Her big, firm ass a great handful and her large boobs accentuated by her upright posture and athletes ribcage. I loved her body but it was her attitude and confidence that really got me. She loved life and she loved having fun. My face must have given my thoughts away because Beatrice blew me a little kiss before turning and walking slowly out of the bedroom, giving me plenty of time to admire the back of her. I heard her going down to the kitchen and went to the bathroom myself, hoping my boner would subside so I could pee. For a modern townhouse the bathroom was quite traditional, A free standing bath with brass fittings and a washstand with the pipes exposed and polished. It spoke to a bygone time and I liked it. It also reminded me that even though it felt longer, I'd only known Beatrice a short while and that her bedroom was the only room I'd been in. Returning to the bedroom I heard voices and laughing and then the front door closing. A moment later a car door shut and I heard an engine. Looking out the window I saw a small van with pictures of bread on the side pulling away. Across the street the same elderly neighbour from last night was out walking his dog again, looking up he smiled and waved. Without thinking I waved back, forgetting I was naked and my dick was probably visible. Oh well. I heard Beatrice coming back up the stairs and thought about jumping back into bed, instead deciding to sit in the small armchair where our shenanigans had started. She was still naked and carrying a tray with two bowls and croissants on. She placed them on her dressing table and turned to face me, the same cheeky grin on her face. I looked at her, my own grin widening. I nodded towards the front door and the tray, asking with my eyes 'did you open the door like that?' She shrugged as if 'of course, why not.' The shock on my face obviously amused her because she burst out laughing, me joining in as I stood and pulled her to me, "You're a very naughty, sexy lady." I said in my best French. She said "Oui" before turning slightly and sticking her rump out so I could smack it. I was tempted but instead caressed it, allowing my finger to trace slowly along her anal cleft. She straightened and kissed me hard, our bodies immediately responding to each other. I broke the embrace and said 'Café' smiling as she screwed up her face in pretend annoyance. The coffee was another new experience for me, she served it in bowels rather than cups and she dunked her croissant into the coffee, again laughing at my surprised look. I did the same but decided I preferred the croissant dry. The coffee was strong and delicious and you drink it with two hands around the bowl, which is apparently traditional. I went down and topped up both our bowls and when I returned Beatrice was in bed, all the pillows propped up and I climbed in beside her and we chatted and enjoyed our coffee. It felt comfortable and right. She asked me some questions about my life in England and I made light of it, saying it was boring and not as exciting as Biarritz. "All life can be boring, that is why we must make it exciting. You should open your door in England naked, cheer everyone up." "I don't think that would work, probably get me arrested more like." She laughed at this and then it was my turn to ask a question. "Do you always answer your front door naked?" "Never, that was the first time and I did it to shock you, but I enjoyed it." "What about the baker?" "He didn't mind, he smiled and tried to pinch my nipple as he handed me the bread. Said my tits are much nicer than Mrs Laurant's saggy ones. She lives down the street and he's fucking her." The smile never left her face as she said all this, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "Do you always stand in front of the window to undress?" "That is my little frill, to dress and undress and to sometimes masturbate." By the look on her face I didn't know if she was telling the truth or winding me up, it didn't really matter as she was her own woman and would do what she wanted to do, which I loved. I tried to call her bluff. "I think I'd like to see that." She giggled and her hand went under the duvet and found my dick, slapping it hard against my stomach. "Now who's being naughty? I think you are a bigger show off than me." I couldn't deny it, she brought something new out in me. "I saw your neighbour with the dog again this morning, that dog must get a lot of exercise." "Ah yes Mr. Allard. He's my biggest admirer but his eyesight is not so good so he walks the dog so he can get a closer look. Many of my neighbours are elderly, I think I give them something to look forward to, keeps them young." "What about the female ones?" "Mrs Blanchard watches and even gives me kisses and hugs when I meet her in the supermarket. The others are bitches, they twitch their curtains and watch and then complain about me. Maybe they would prefer to see your dick than my tits." I definitely thought she was making all this up but she told a very good story and her eyes and face gave nothing away, smiling at some bits and scowling a little when she said bitches. My face wasn't so inscrutable, Beatrice raising an eyebrow as if to say 'you don't believe me?' She picked up her phone and sent a text before scrolling through some pictures and showing me one. It was taken out her window and showed Mr. Allard and his dog, this time on this side of the street, looking up and smiling. Across the street faces could be seen at about six windows. "Wow!" Beatrice must have liked my response because she scrolled some more and showed me another picture. From the angle it looked like it had been taken from the bed, whether on a self timer or by someone's hand I didn't know. Beatrice was stood naked in front of the fully open window facing the bed, her whole body and hair backlit by the sun, a vacant looked on her face as she stared at the camera. I studied it and then started to zoom in, Beatrice's face widening into a big grin as she saw me do so. She had a clothes peg on her left nipple, the big nipple looking deformed and sore. I zoomed up to her face and the expression looked different, more lost in her own desires than vacant. I was lost for words, another low 'wow' being the best I could muster. I was shocked, incredibly turned on and delighted that she would share this with me. Beatrice looked nervous, maybe worrying that I might not like or approve of the pictures, but as she saw my smile and the desire in my eyes she started to smile, her grin widening as we heard a dog bark. She took my hand and led me to the window. Mr. Allard was stood on the pavement below, both him and his dog looking up at us. Beatrice moved us closer to the window, the windowsill touching our thighs, my ridiculously hard dick and Beatrice's cunt and tits now clearly visible. Beatrice waved down, a huge sexy, delectable smile on her face. Almost in a haze I did the same, Mr. Allard blowing a kiss and the dog barking in unison making Beatrice giggle and me shake my head in disbelief. Across the street half the windows seemed open, at least six of them had people stood at them and some of them waved too, Beatrice waving back enthusiastically and giggling in delight as her big tits wobbled. She leant in close to me and kissed and then nibbled at my ear lobe, stopping to whisper, "we have a WhatApps group, I messaged to tell them to watch." I think my face would have been a mixture of surprise and absolute carnal desire, I wanted to fuck her and I wanted to fuck her hard, and in every way possible. Reading my face Beatrice almost bit my lips off with her first kiss, her passion and aggression taking me by surprise. I kissed back and turned into her, one hand holding her head and the other grabbing her ass cheek almost violently. She pulled her body back but kept her mouth on mine, turning my body so that I was square on to the window again, her hand finding my dick and beginning to jerk. She put a leg either side of my leg and started to ride, rubbing her snatch vigorously against my leg which I bent slightly, pushing my thigh up between her legs. Beatrice broke our kiss, the nails of her right hand cutting into the skin of my back and those of her left digging into my dick, causing me to yelp in delightfully painful pleasure. Remembering the earlier photo I reached out and grabbed her tit, my fingers finder her nipple and squeezing, squeezing much harder on a nipple than I ever had before. I pulled the nipple and Beatrice bit into my shoulder, pushing her pelvis down and shagging my leg even harder, her whole body going rigid and then quivering as she orgasmed, warm liquid, which I think was pee, running down my leg and pooling at my feet. She went almost limp, only my arm around her waist stopping her from collapsing. I thought about laying her on the bed but she put her arms around my neck and pressed into me, supporting some of her weight. Her body half covered mine, her back to the window and my dick still pointing at the outside world. As I kissed the side of her head I looked down to the street, Mr Allend was still there but had been joined by two young me on racing bicycles, fully dressed up in their tight fitting lycra. Beatrice had come almost silently and I don't know how much those outside could see but from the way they squirmed in their tight shorts they definitely knew what was going on. The dog had lost interest and was sniffing at the wheel of the bike, hopefully about to piss. Beatrice was still fairly spent and I wondered if we should call it a day. I lifted her head from my shoulder and kissed her gently, her kiss back telling me the answer to my question even before I asked it. "Enough?" I asked her. She shook her head, that wonderfully sexy, wicked smile returning to her face. She put her hand back onto my dick and went to turn around but I stopped her, a very dirty and daring plan forming in my head. I stood back and looked deep into her eyes, trying, but failing to stop myself grinning as my plan grew legs in my brain and went off in many different tangents. Beatrice now had a nervous look on her face, maybe my grin was more demented than sexy. I kissed her gently and asked, "trust me?" She nodded but I could tell she wasn't certain. I took her hands and guided her gently backwards until her legs touched the windowsill. Still holding her hands I pushed a bit more, a horrified look crossing her face and her body responding as I knew it would, sitting down on the window frame and bending at the waist. She looked up at me, angry and upset and went to say something, I put a finger to her lip and hoped she wouldn't bite it off. I pushed her shoulders down some more until she was bent double and her face was only inches from my dick. She was an incredibly horny woman and put her hand out to my dick, obviously happy to give me a blow job. It would have been incredible and I was very tempted, but I had other plans. I kept my hand gently on her shoulder and moved to the side of her till my leg was against the windowsill. YES! As I'd hoped her ass was sticking clean out of the window, her cheeks taut and forced apart by her bending, my eyes wandering from her glorious puckered hole to the three men only eight or nine feet below, I'd have loved to be able to see what they could see. One of the cyclists was happily rubbing himself through his shorts and the other one looked like he might explode. I felt the need to put my finger to my lip to tell them to keep quiet, Mr. Allend smiling and giving me a big thumbs up. Across the way I could see an older man and woman coming towards us, I hoped they hadn't come to complain. I'd planned on one thing but then had another idea. I moved in front of Beatrice and squatted down, the wicked smile was back and she was obviously happy having her ass out the window. I kissed her best I could and stood up, my hand pushing Beatrice's head down even further. Hoping she couldn't see me clearly I reached over to my trousers that were still thrown over the back of the armchair, pulling my belt out of the loops as quietly as I could. I was nervous; I'd never done BDSM and knew nothing about larruping someone's ass with a leather belt. Doubling the belt over I gave her left cheek a gentle slap with it, Beatrice responding by saying 'Oui' quite loudly and wiggling her bum best she could in that position. Encouraged, I moved to her side again and started alternating between cheeks, increasing the velocity but never going too hard. By Beatrice's moans I thing she was happy for me to keep going, but with each cheek reddening nicely I stopped. I wanted to make her come again and didn't know if I could achieve it like this, also I thought our little audience might be bored, not much to see from their angle. Leaning out and looking down they all smiled up and one of the cyclists had his phone out and was filming. For a mad moment I even thought of telling them to get a ladder but instead lowered the belt as far as I could, pretending that I could pull one of them up. I placed the belt between Beatrice's cheeks as if it were a tail and slowly pulled it up, making sure the leather made as much contact as possible with her skin and never regions. From her squirming and the 'Oui' I think it must have felt nice. What to do next? One of the cyclists stuck two fingers in his mouth and then made a rude gesture of shoving the fingers into something, this got nods from the other spectators. Dirty fuckers, it was obvious what they wanted to see. Beatrice was well balanced and in no danger of falling out the window, I amused myself by thinking that her big tits would provide a good counterweight to her ass hanging over the edge. I leant out as far as I dared, both hands on her ass cheeks but still taking my own weight. By bending my legs slightly I could put my head beyond her ass and was greeted with the most amazing sight, her glistening cunt and asshole only inches from my face. Her cunt was out of reach of my mouth but her cheeks were so spread that her hole was just begging to be kissed. I couldn't imagine that Beatrice didn't like ass play but you never know, nervously I kissed it and then stuck my tongue out. She answered me by pushing back onto my face and tongue, my legs trembling as it unbalanced me, causing me to grasp and pull at her cheeks even harder to right myself. None of this was planned and Beatrice tasted quite earthy to say the least, only Beatrice's moans keeping me going as I probed her tight sphincter. Hanging out the window, performing the most intimate of sexual acts, my brain went somewhere else, could the people below see the bald patch on top of my head? The silliness of this thought and a tightening in my lower back made me stop my ministrations and straighten up, taking a step back away from the window as I did so. Beatrice started to straighten also, a flushed look on her smiling, lustful face. To my surprise she started to kiss me, her tongue immediately searching for my tongue that had just been up her asshole. It felt amazing, dirty and horny as she kissed me hard and dug her nails into me. Then we heard it. Applause, whooping, hollering and whistling. Obviously realizing that the show was over our little audience was showing their appreciation. Beatrice's face was a picture as she broke the kiss, the penny dropping as she turned and saw the small crowd below, her hand coming to her face in shock. I moved beside her, a bit of me wondering if we should take a bow or whether Beatrice was going to punch me in the chops and kick me out. There were actually ten or eleven people down there now, whether they were neighbours or just passing I didn't know. I was getting nervous, wondering if I'd gone too far, Beatrice's hand was still at her face, and she was shaking her head gently in disbelief. I noticed that she hadn't covered her body which along with my now wilting dick was still on full display. I'd really fucked it up and immediately hated myself. She still hadn't spoken and I could see tears welling in her eyes, the people below also now going quiet. Her hand came to her side and found mine, her demeanor changed, proud looking as she put her shoulders back and stuck her chest out for all to admire. We turned together and she kissed me, not hard but definitely passionately. Moving her mouth to my ear she whispered 'I'm a goddess' mocking what I had called her the first time I'd met her. I couldn't see her face but as I felt her hot breath in my ear I knew the sexy, wicked, delectable smile was back and so was my goddess.

Becoming A Star by LetsMisBehave Becoming A Star Ch. 01 Joanne decides to do what is necessary to become a star. This is linked to the earlier story "Yes sir I can boogie." There is no real need to read that story as I have tried to incorporate the necessary information in this one. This is set in 1980 Birmingham so no social media, no internet, no smartphones so characters can be more confident about not being found out. Also social attitudes were very different then and this reflects that. The idea is that the main character Joanna wants to become famous and is prepared to pay any price to achieve this. While she is worried about the consequences of being found out, she is willing to take more risks than the characters in my earlier stories. A word of warning. I have deliberately chosen to generally have longish introductions, including back story and development of the underlying story and some flirtation before sexual activity takes place. That reflects my own preference in stories, but YMMV. I also prefer to have my characters normally consider the implications of their actions. ***** It was three o'clock on a cold January Wednesday and Joanna was standing behind the counter with Janet at Monsieur Alphonse's waiting for the working day to end. She worked there three afternoons a week as well as on Saturday. Until five weeks ago it had only been a Saturday job, but her essay disaster had meant she needed to do more work. Luckily Daddy had never been to the shop and so she had been able to tell him that she was a shop assistant in a women's clothes shop. This was strictly true, although a large number of the customers were men and her boss's specialities were lingerie and sexy costumes. The business also had a few side lines which daddy would definitely not approve of. They weren't compulsory and she did not do "overtime" at the flat or go on the Road Shows. If she had told herself six months ago that she would behind the counter selling stockings rather than in front of the counter burying them on she would have laughed in disbelief. Unfortunately, since then she had blotted her copybook by getting an E in History A level last year despite getting an A for French and C for German and therefore had not get the grades she needed for Exeter. She had paid the price for coasting for the last two years preferring to be the queen bee at school and among her social group rather than studying. The English history paper had not asked questions on the few topics she had revised properly, and she had gone off the wrong tangent on two of the questions and only written a page on the fourth. Darling Daddy had reacted by becoming a stern Father on hearing the results. He told her that she was a lazy cow who thought the world owed her a living, but that really she needed constant kicks in her bum to amount to anything. After the A level disaster, he had reduced her allowance and insisted on her retaking History and German. She had been given an offer to go to university in London this September if she got a B in history this year and was studying at a crammer. He had also insisted on her taking a Saturday job to learn about the real world. Originally she had chosen the job because of the twenty per cent staff discount and the fact that the lingerie and clothes really were excellent. She had quickly found out from Janet that an extra ten per cent discount could be obtained if she allowed Monsieur Alphonse (AKA Mr. Ernie) to play with her tits for around five minutes. This originally involved taking the blouse and bra off to avoid the blouse being creased and wear and tear on the bra and allowing him to face her and squeeze and suck her tits. She might not have taken advantage of the perk if it had not been for David, her boyfriend at the time. David had this kink about imagining her having sex with other people and kept trying to persuade her to do a threesome with his best friends while he watched. When she described the special discount, he had badgered her to let Ernie have his fun. It had for a time satisfied him to listen her describe a slightly balding and overweight thirty-five-year-old man from Brum who pretended to be French playing with her tits in the office while she pretended to chew gum and look bored. Unfortunately, the third time she did this Lou had walked in on them when Ernie had been sucking her tits and she had putting on her act. Lou had just loved the moment and fair do's Joanna had been a bitch to her. "I knew you were a hypocritical slut, Joanna. Ernie, she's chewing gum like an old whore being fucked against the wall in a pub carpark at closing time." After that Ernie had reduced the discount to 25% until she negotiated a new deal involving a forty per cent discount with him. This required her to take her skirt, blouse, and bra off, bend over the desk in his office and let him fondle her breasts from behind. The real advantage for him was that it allowed him to rub his cock against her arse. While her slip and his trousers remained on, she could always feel when his prick hardened. She was also required to face a mirror and to look as though she was enjoying it. She amused herself by seeing whether she could make him end the session earlier than five minutes and rush off to the toilet before coming in his trousers. If he was going to force her to smile then she may as well go the whole hog and pretend to be turned on by it or tell him what she knew he really wanted to do to her. What seemed to work best was speaking in French. It had at the time helped satisfy David's fantasy of her having sex with other men without actually doing so. It had also been the beginning of the end of the relationship when she realised that her public school educated Birmingham University student boyfriend was imaging that he was her boss while fucking her doggystyle over the desk in his room and encouraged her to let Ernie fuck her. She could not blame Lou for telling on her or indeed rubbing it in that she was no better than the rest of them. Christ, she had been a real cow when she had first started at the shop. She had been condescending to Ernie's wife Jill and the two long serving assistants Anna and Lou especially once she worked out what the side lines involved. She had been less of a bitch to Janet, but that was in part because that would have been like kicking a puppy and mainly because she knew she needed someone to speak to. She had assumed that Darling Daddy would relent and, when she realised that he would not, had already burnt her bridges with Lou and Jill. Anna was rather more forgiving, but seemed to take the view that it was now only a matter of time before Joanna joined in the other side-lines. Joanna suspected that Anna was not wrong about this. The essay disaster had made her dependent on the job for money. The Crammer had written to Darling Daddy when she had submitted an essay comparing and contrasting Elizabeth 1 with Mary Tudor. Unfortunately, the crammer had asked for one comparing Elizabeth with Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots in the 1560s. They said that the essay had been excellent on the question it had answered but that such carelessness could result in her not doing herself justice in the exams. In retrospect it was totally her own fault. She had been working moderately hard, but that week things had been busy socially and she had got behind. Daddy had worked out she had copied an essay from George. The giveaway had been that they had said it was an excellent essay, but on the wrong subject. Darling Daddy had reacted by becoming an even sterner Father. He had cut her allowance almost to nothing and would not think of reinstating it unless she performed well in her mock history exam in April. He also made it clear to George that while he could tutor Joanna, there was to be no lending of essays and no writing them for her. This had resulted in her adding three half days a week to the time she worked at the shop and also, in combination with some other developments, being a little less fussy about how she earned money. Unfortunately, his plan was succeeding. In the last month she had dumped David, studied hard and was even enjoying the subject. The crammer had told father the good news and he had taken it as vindication. She knew how her father's mind worked. If she performed well, he would decide that it was because she had been forced to knuckle down and earn some money and he would give her the bare minimum on top of her basic maintenance grant to get by on at university. As it was she knew she would receive the minimum from the local authority, and she suspected Daddy would only top it up to £1,000. She had decided that if she was going to spending three years at university in London reading Modern Languages she did not want to be dependent on working most of the summer and at weekends to afford to have an enjoyable time. She needed another source of income. Modelling sounded attractive to her. She wondered whether Ernie's acquaintance would introduce her to his friends in the business as he had half promised. Just then a man of fifty and a girl of around twenty-five came in. The girl was blonde like her, and the man was clearly not her father. Boss and secretary she guessed. Actually, maybe not, she was dressed rather sternly for that. The bun in the hair and the glasses made a difference. They were both looking tired. Maybe she was a junior in the company the man was a bigwig in. The man had a briefcase, and the woman was carrying a large pilot bag which seemed quite heavy. Ernie came out of his office and turned into Monsieur Alphonse. He had an eye for the customers who might spend real money. Joanne half listened. The man sounded as though he was from London. Probably in Birmingham on business and wanted to mix some pleasure with it. Myles said that the girl deserved a reward for her hard work this week and that Monsieur Alphonse's Emporium had been recommended to him. The girl looked doubtful about this and said that she could not imagine herself wearing some of these garments. Ernie looked across at Joanna and raised an eyebrow. She nodded. She did not know either of them and so would be happy to do the modelling. Ernie offered this as a special service for discerning customers to enable them to visualise how the garments he sold would look on their girlfriends or wives. Ernie then turned, "We do offer a special service for discerning customers such as yourselves. Our assistants are willing for a small fee to act as models showing how certain of the garments look on a female form. Obviously, we cannot afford to have copies of all garments we sell, but I believe that we have the ones you are most interested in available for showing and others will help give you the general idea. We have a private room in the back of the store." The room was at the back of the store with a small "stage" with a wooden chair on it in the corner. There were mirrors on the walls by the stage which allowed the customer to get a full view of the garment and the girl. There was a record cassette player next to it. A comfortable sofa faced the stage and there was hat stand in which coats and jackets could be hung. He looked over at Joanna, "La belle Suzanne here would be glad to be of service." She had been originally reluctant to offer the modelling service herself but had been persuaded when Ernie had said that she could call herself a different name in the shop and pointed out that she could wear her hair in a ponytail to further disguise herself. Besides which if all she did was danced or posed what was the harm. She was normally Susan (Lou chose the aliases) but occasionally Ernie preferred to make it more exotic. This meant that she had some plausible deniability in the event that any acquaintance came to shop in the store, or she met customers in a different environment. She had hidden the fact of the Saturday job from friends and Daddy had not advertised the fact either. The man looked at her and his companion. "I think that will be extremely helpful, don't you Joy." The blonde said, "Yes, that should help." The man said that Joy should look out for some more things she wanted to look at while he had a word with Monsieur Alphonse. The woman nodded and Joanne helped her choose things. Clearly a Grammar School type of girl. Clever enough but did not know how to make the best of herself. Bit like that girl Rebecca who was George's nemesis. Joy said, "It's hard getting the balance right. I don't want to be mistaken for a secretary, but I would like to dress more attractively." She did accept being measured by Joanne. The girl was two inches shorter and that was all in the legs. Breast size was nearly the same. Hips were within an inch. She pointed this out to the woman and Joy said, "That's good. It will help me choose." Ernie was no doubt explaining the terms to the man. Normally the cost was £5 for thirty minutes with a pound refunded for every fifteen pounds which was spent. He would offer them a bottle of Freixenet sparkling wine at a price somewhere below the price they would pay in a hotel or wine bar and above the price that he paid for it. Ernie's motto was that if he did not rip people off on the things they knew the price off they were less likely to question his mark-ups on the clothes. This modelling service involved her, Janet, Lou, or Anna wearing the display costumes and posing or dancing on a small stage showing them off to the customers. Ernie did his best to reserve the service to established clients and wealthy ones and to single men or couples. She was paid an extra £2 for every half hour and got commission if they bought over £20 worth of merchandise. Janet, Anna, and Lou were happy to earn tips by sitting on the men's laps and allowing the men to feel their tits or stroke their legs on the pretence of allowing them to appreciate the feel of the material. It was also not unknown to allow the men to practice undoing the bras and after that they may as well cop a feel. Lou had established a scale of fees and woe betide anyone who did not charge at least union rates. So far Joanna had resisted this aspect of the service. Posing and dancing was one thing, being felt up was another. It was too close to being a girl darling Daddy would describe as the type you found behind the back of Rackhams. She was rethinking her policy on this at least where it involved men like today's client who were from out of town. She went to the staff changing room next to the back room and took off her blouse and skirt. Ernie came back and gave her the first set of clothes which to her surprise included a skirt and blouse. She gave him the measurements and he nodded. He then briefed her on how she should deal with the modelling, "Junior employee and boss situation. He definitely wants to spread a little Joy today and become her mentor. Sexy but not tarty. Remember to look like you are enjoying yourself." He paused, "The man asked if you could start off wearing the blouse and skirt over the outfit and take them off when he asks. He's paying above the odds for an hour so it's a fiver for you. He'll tip you some more if you put on a good act. If he offers you a glass of the fizz take it. You should use your posh voice. Put those on and do up the blouse to the top. Don't bother about simulating the bun, but the ponytail is fine. It's a drôle de vieux monde." She laughed. It was a shock whenever she realised that Monsieur Alphonse actually knew some French. It was indeed a funny old world. She quickly dressed and looked at the effect and realised that she was dressing up in a sexier version of the costume Joy was wearing. The blouse was satin rather than nylon and was only semi-transparent. The skirt was tighter and shorter. She was wearing stockings rather than tights. Ernie did not actually have any ordinary shoes, but the stilettos were about as innocent as he stocked. She walked into the room. The man was on the sofa. The girl was next to him sipping the fizz. There was a chair on the stage, and she sat down on it and crossed her legs. The man was speaking to Joy. "No doubt you are seething that despite the fact that you did all the hard work the clients were more interested in speaking to Annabel." The woman nodded, "It does seem unfair, Mr Frobisher." "Myles. We're colleagues and not in front of clients now, Joy. I'm afraid that it is still a hard fact of life that if you want to be the first female corporate partner in the firm it needs more than your first-class degree from Cambridge, technical expertise, brains, and hard work. You need be better known within the firm and you will need an ardent supporter." He patted Joy's knee and left his hand there. Ernie was right about the man's intentions. The girl pulled a face and sipped some more fizz. She said, "I know you are right. I can't rely on being a good lawyer." Joanne almost felt sorry for the girl. You work hard, do your best and then are told that to be promoted you have to let an old man fuck you. The girl seemed to nod to herself. The man turned to her and said, "Suzanne, stand up and undo some of the buttons on your blouse and take off the glasses." She did so and watched the man for a signal as to when to stop. He nodded when it had got to the respectable from the front, but not from above stage. She then took off the glasses. He said, "Joy. You would agree that from where you are she looks perfectly respectable." "Yes, Mr., I mean Myles." "Suzanne, sit on the chair. Joy, stand behind her and look down." They both did as they were ordered and Joy went, "Oh." "That's why Annabel attracts the clients and the senior partners." The girl asked, "Can I touch the blouse, Suzanne? I want an idea of how the material feels." "Of course, Miss." After all the girl would be the one wearing it if it were bought, and it was not the man feeling her up. The girl touched her on the back and stroked. "Hmm. That's really good material." She then moved her hands to Joanne's shoulders. Joanne liked the sensation. Myles said, "Undo another button to see the full Annabel effect." Before she had chance to obey, the girl had reached down and done as he requested. "Stand up and walk around Suzanne. Show Joy that she can look attractive and professional at the same time." Myles and Joy both seemed happy with her attempt. Bluntly she just carried herself the way she did at school and how she had dealt with the admirers at the Grammar schools after she had discovered university men. A look of I know I have what you want, but you aren't getting it. Myles said, "See. You need to sell yourself more and be more confident. Look in the mirror and think how the clients would react to you if you dressed like that. You know that you are a better technical lawyer than Annabel. You must also be more confident than her and compete on her terms with clients and the senior partners." It was possible that Myles did want to help her career and that the advice was good. However, she was also certain that his main aim was to have sex with Joy tonight. Her glass was being constantly topped up and Joanne gathered that they had worked most of the last forty-eight hours before in a solicitor's office negotiating a takeover deal and they had had about three hours sleep each night. The documents were being retyped to reflect the amendments agreed today and the deal would close tomorrow morning. Joy was soon giggly and being introduced to the arguments favouring tight skirts and stockings for the office and moving beyond M&S for bra and knickers. Myles had sold the line that if you felt attractive underneath then that helps you sell the illusion. Joanne was included in the wine drinking at that point, the skirt and blouse were now off, and she was bending over. Joy was even taking lessons from her in how to ensure men were imagining grabbing you by the hips and thrusting without thinking that you were inviting them to do so. Well, it was not put quite that way, but it was clear to Joanna what Myles had been hinting at. After forty minutes Ernie had been called in and an order placed for six blouses, three skirts, seven bras of assorted colours and cuts, two pairs of stilettos, and twelve stockings. The blouses and skirts looked professional enough and would make Joy look more attractive. A second bottle appeared. By now the woman was definitely giggly and did not demur when Myles suggested that she try some of the clothes on. She went back to the changing room with Joanna and changed from nylon into satin and silk. Joanne was by now using her home voice and Joy was treating her as a friend. Apparently Annabel had stolen the man Joy fancied from her. Joanne knew her cues and, besides saying how stupid the man had been, was encouraging Joy to show him how wrong he was. The blouse buttons were undone so that the cleavage was open to view, the bra could be glimpsed, and the skirt was tight enough that you could see that she was wearing stockings through the skirt. Joy whispered, "I knew Myles fancied me, but I did not expect him to admit it or do anything about it." The glasses came off and the bun was dismantled. Joy "borrowed" an elastic band and adopted the ponytail. She was now looking inviting rather than intimidating. Joy said, "I hoped he would support me because of my work. Ok. If it has to be like that, c'est la fucking vie." She gave Joanne a fiver. "I think I know what he likes. Just follow my lead and dance with me." When she returned with the first of the suggested choice of dresses for client entertainment events, Myles had taken off his jacket, waistcoat and tie and hung them on the coat hanger. Joanna started out with the all-purpose little black dress with a little more cleavage than usual. By now Myles had his arm round Joy's shoulder and she was leaning against him. Joanne saw Joy undo another button on her blouse and Myles had his hand resting on her breast while saying, "I see what you meant about the material Joy." Joy and Myles liked the little black dress, and one was ordered. The real one which excited them was the slightly longer backless dress with the slit in the side. By this point music was playing and Joanna danced to it. Joy then asked "Suzanne, I would like to try the dress on." She did not even bother going to the changing room, but started to take off the new blouse, skirt, and bra in front of Myles. Myles signified that Joanne would get a tip for not breaking the mood and so she also stripped off and helped Joy put on the dress. This meant that Joanna was now braless in front of Myles. Myles enjoyed the show, but wisely delayed drawing attention to the fact that he had now seen Joy almost naked and definitely avoided showing any sign that he fancied "Suzanne." Joy fell in love with herself when she looked in the mirror. She looked at Joanne and said, "I want to see myself dancing in it." While Joanna would not have agreed to this with a male customer (especially as she was now in knickers and stockings only) she saw no reason to refuse Joy and the fiver helped. She put on a cassette with a slow dance on it and played the male role. Joy seemed happy about this and pressed her body against Joanne's. Joanne found herself rather enjoying having the woman next to her. She moved her hand down Joy's back and pulled the woman closer and then to her surprise found that Joy was kissing her. At that point she felt a tap on her back and Myles said, "Excuse me." He handed her a glass of sparkling wine and a fiver and took over the dance. She left the room to speak to Ernie. He met up with her and said, "Change into the negligee next before they start humping. He's already paid for this lot when you and she were getting changed. I hope he uses the towel." She did as requested and returned with Ernie to find the two snogging, with Joy's arms around Myles's neck and his hands squeezing her arse. Myles saw her, stopped kissing Joy. "My dear Joy, do you want the dress?" "Of course, I do. I have never felt so attractive. But I can't afford it and you've been so generous already." "Consider it a thank you for your hard work on this deal. I'm the man with the profit share and I would like you to work with me again." "We have a version in Miss Joy's size." This was from Ernie. "Excellent. Joy, best take this one off before we have to buy both." Joy took off the dress and was left in black knickers, stilettos, and stockings. She looked at the negligee and said, "I can hardly wear that for work." She then giggled. "Do you like it?" "Of course, Myles." She knelt on the sofa and placed her legs on either side of Myles and kissed him passionately. He put one hand on her bum and started to ease her knickers down. "Add that to the bill, Monsieur Alphonse with the other items we discussed. Perhaps you can prepare my bill and we can then pay and take away our purchases in twenty minutes." There was a peep hole in Ernie's office. The girls all knew about it and accepted that there was some truth to Ernie's claim that it allowed him to intervene if a client pushed things too far rather than simply an excuse to watch them half naked. Ernie told her that she might as well watch the results of her excellent work this afternoon. The man had already showed him that he could pay in cash which would allow Ernie to hide the transaction from the tax man. Ernie turned off the lights of the office and attended to the packing in the main shop area. The man had clearly decided not to wait to get Joy back to the hotel before having sex with her for the first time. Joanna wondered how far Joy was succumbing because of a mixture of exhaustion, jealousy, and frustration, or whether she had made the choice deliberately. There had been no wedding ring on his hand, and she had seen a look of triumph cross Joy's face when he had kissed her. They had stood up and were dancing on the stage with the chair on it. Joy pulled his braces off his shoulders as he put his hands underneath her black knickers. They both then broke the clinch. Joy undid the buttons on his shirt and took it off. He sat down on the chair, pulled her towards him and then eased her knickers to her ankles. She stepped out of them and then undid the button and the zip on his trousers and pulled them and his Y-fronts down around his ankles. His penis was erect, and Joy started kissing it and stroking it with her hand. Joanne inserted a finger in herself as she watched the two lose themselves in each other. Myles grabbed the ponytail and pushed Joy's face further down on his cock. She saw a look of delight cross his face as the young woman put her hands on his legs and deep throated him enthusiastically. Joanna suspected though that this was a marker he was placing for the future as once a man had done something to you once, it was nearly impossible to say no in the future to it without ending the relationship. After a minute or so Myles released the hair and Joy said something to him. Joy lay on the floor with her legs apart and her knees in the air. Myles removed his trousers and underwear from around his ankles and kneeled in front of her. He grabbed her ankles and, as Ernie had predicted, spread Joy so that she was virtually doing the splits and was ready to receive him. For a moment the man hesitated as if wondering whether it was wise to have unprotected sex. The woman had no such hesitation. Joy lifted her back off the ground, leaned forward, grabbed his prick, and inserted it into herself bareback. Joanna added a second and then a third finger as she realised that she was being turned on by the thought that it was the young woman who had made the choice. Myles let go off Joy's legs, but she initially kept them spread widely apart and had her hands around his back. After four minutes of him thrusting into her, Joy started to thrash around on the floor, wrapped her legs around him, screaming so that even over the music the words "Don't stop now" could be heard and started clawing at his back. Even if he had wanted to, Myles could not have pulled out. Eventually he ejaculated inside her and lay on top of her as she hugged him close to her. She then realised that Myles had fallen asleep inside Joy. Joanna came herself at that point. It was not the first time she had watched another woman being fucked, but it was the first time she had felt that the woman had been in control. Ernie coughed and asked, "Have they finished as well?" She realised that he must have been watching her masturbating. Joanna explained the situation and Ernie sighed. "Suppose we had better wake him up." Joanna was sent in first with the bill and the goods. Joy was lying beneath Myles and winked at Joanna before gently awakening Myles. "Let's get back to the hotel after you have settled up." She turned, "How far is the Midland hotel from here?" Ernie said "Five minutes' walk. That would be quickest. Suzanne here could guide you if need be." "It's OK. I have an A-Z in my handbag. Just show me where we are and I can get us back." Within ten minutes the two lawyers were dressed, the bill had been paid and they had been dispatched in the appropriate direction. If anything, the man seemed drunker than the girl. Perhaps the all-night meetings had caught up with him. Well, that had been entertaining and when Ernie handed her £14 and told her to keep the stockings she was content. About 80% of women her age with a full-time job earned less than £65 a week. She had been paid £24 for around an hour's work. Janet then asked for the details of what had happened. She was aged 19 and was getting married later this year. Luckily for her, her betrothed was a practical man. Provided she made the men wear a condom he had no objection to her doing "overtime" at the flat which Ernie's mother kept. Tonight, Janet had two customers who would be returning goods for a "refund" which was not in cash. She was also going on her second Road Show at the weekend with Lou who would look after her. It was now 5PM and work was nearly over for the day. At that point Ernie came out of the office. "Can we have a word, Susan?" He turned and went back in. Janet giggled and said, "Time to earn your special staff discount." She now had to do rather more for her discount now than previously. A few days after the loss of her allowance a distinguished looking older customer who had mentioned two names who she knew were players in the Birmingham modelling and night club scene. Ernie was tempted by the chance to add these men to his customer list for clothing and therefore wanted to ingratiate himself. She believed the man's story about buying a wedding present for his niece about as little as Ernie did. However, the name dropping and the respect which Ernie showed the man meant that when Ernie asked her to model some of the clothes the man was interested in buying she had been willing to do so and to cancel her date with David in exchange for an extra discount. Well, she had about had enough of David by then anyway. Anyway, she had danced her sexy dances for him and drunk sparkling wine with him. He had looked at her portfolio and told her what was wrong with it. She had known he was right, had flirted with him and eventually had sex with him on the half promise of an introduction to the men. Ernie was a keen photographer and was better than the photographers she had used previously. He had taken some polaroid pictures of her after she had been bonked by Bill and she had looked attractive. After some more sparkling wine, Bill had then got her to suck Ernie off while he fucked her from behind. After Bill had left, she had let Ernie bonk her in exchange for a proper photographic session and a Liza Minelli Cabaret costume. She had been drunk by then, but she had known what she was doing at the time. She had not thought through all the implications. Obviously now she had sucked Ernie's dick and been fucked by him, it was not possible to go back to merely letting him squeeze her tits and rub against her in exchange for a discount on the clothes. Ernie had pointed out that the days of pretending that she was any better than the rest of the staff were over. She went into the office, made certain that the blinds meant that they were invisible, and Ernie said, "The Marilyn outfit and book is in, Susan. Do you want the 20% or the 40% discount?" He showed her the two items and the price. She made her choice. She could afford today not to use the discount, but why spend money she did not need to? "The 40% discount, Monsieur Alphonse." She took off all her clothes apart from her stockings and bent over his desk and faced the mirror. Ernie had insisted that in order to get the forty percent discount he was allowed to come on her back and arse and that there was no time limit. He did provide a few Kleenex to wipe herself with He said, "No. These are more expensive than normal. This time you swallow.. Don't worry, I washed five minutes ago." She nodded and kneeled on the towel, undid his belt, and pulled down the zip of his trousers. Next she pulled the trousers down and then the boxer shorts. Fortunately, the prick was already half erect, and she grabbed it with her right hand and opened her mouth and started licking it. She was bonked by Ernie once a week after he had taken more photographs for her portfolio. It wasn't as though she minded the sex. Hell, he was no worse than her old boyfriend. At least he was not stoned or drunk half the time and had no desire for her to tell him about being bonked by other men. It was just that she now knew something about herself that she had hidden from herself before. It was that she could enjoy sex with men she did not claim to love. At that point she heard Janet shout "Sir!" as the door opened, and someone entered the office. Fuck it, after Lou had walked in on them that time she had got used to locking the door behind her, but this time she must have forgotten. A voice she recognised said, "Joanna, no need to get up. Just carry on. I can talk to you and Ernie here while you swallow." Ernie said, "No that's OK, Bill. Joanna, could you open a bottle for our friend here and get three glasses." Joanna did as she was requested. Bill sat down in Ernie's chair. "I've been busy. Ernie, did you receive a visit this afternoon from a London lawyer and his attractive assistant? I trust that they spent money." "Yes, I did, and they did. How did you know?" "I've spent most of the last week in their company. It became clear early on that he fancied her and that she was pissed off by everyone fancying the bimbo." Joanna said, "Well, by sending them here you helped spread some Joy." He laughed, "I'm glad to hear it." He looked at Joanna. "Would you still like to meet either Esmonde or Larbey? Perhaps both." "Of course." She had been thinking that Bill had been bullshitting her last time. She drank from her glass. "Good. I have been thinking about the best way of introducing you to them. Would you prefer to be a model or a performer?" "Both. Ideally a model who becomes an actress." "I thought so. To be a performer you will need an equity card sooner rather than later. I gather from what you said last time your father will not fund you going to stage school?" Her glass was refilled at that point. "No." "A pity. You may have read that one can earn equity cards by stripping. I am afraid that is true. Still, you can hardly do that in Birmingham. I have contacts who could help you get gigs in say Nottingham or Coketown. Either of the two gentlemen I mentioned could no doubt speed up the process if they thought you had the talent. Problem is that you will need to have some practice in performing in front of an audience." "I understand." The man said, "Look, you know the score. While they won't insist on it for just an ordinary modelling job, both of them use the casting couch for people they feel they are taking a chance on or pushing." After watching a lawyer on the casting couch or rather the casting floor, she accepted this as a statement of truth. "I understand, sir." She gulped down the wine and allowed it to be refilled. "Fine. We also need to decide what type of performer and model you want to be. I assume that you want to avoid being a page 3 girl or a glamour model." "That's right. I would prefer to be a fashion model." "I thought so. That will need more practice. Look I don't want to put you in front of them too soon. If I do the risk is that we will see you as just a top of the shelf girl and not a Cosmopolitan girl. They may not take you seriously as a performer either. Have you had any experience or training?" "Daddy did not want to encourage me to be an actress or model. He was happy that I took dancing lessons because that would be useful socially. He did not allow me to learn to tap dancing. I have practised in my room." "Yes, I enjoyed your Liza Minelli performance. It needs some real coaching though. Acting and singing?" "I performed in school productions of Gilbert and Sullivan as a lead and did plays with the Boys Grammar school. He did not allow me to join the Edgbaston amateur dramatic society." "Ok, some experience, but with a friendly crowd. You need some experience with a more difficult audience." "I suppose so." She swallowed more sparkling wine. She was feeling quite tipsy after the two glasses she had earlier and had not eaten since breakfast. "I guess modelling was out of the question?" "Yes. I had to tell a few lies about how I was spending my afternoons to get those shots you saw last time. As you saw they weren't much good. The one's I have doing with Ernie here are far better." "Let's have a look." All three looked at the recent photographs. As they did Bill started fingering her and she spread her legs wider. "Much better. Ernie, you should have gone down to London in the sixties. You do have some talent." Ernie simpered. He was not used to praise. He said, "I was planning to do a photoshoot tonight." He pointed out the Marilyn Monroe book by someone called Norman Mailer. Bill nodded, "That's a promising idea. There are some marvellous photographs in that book, and you should both try some of the poses in it." He looked thoughtful and inserted a second finger into Joanna. "Bill, do you still do the road shows?" "Yes, I have one on Saturday." "Take Joanna here on it. Work out some routines for her to try out. Perhaps a song or some acting." Joanna panicked slightly. "But where is it being held? I might know someone there socially." Bill replied, "Near Leamington Spa. The local cricket team is having a do." Joanna thought to herself that she knew no one there and she believed that cricketers were safer than rugby players. "Maybe that will be fine." Her voice still sounded uncertain. "Janet and Lou will be there as well. Last year they did not go overboard on the extra services. That's one of the reasons we are taking Janet there. Less risk of her getting spooked and Lou will ensure that neither of you are taken advantage of." "Lou doesn't like me much. My fault, but it's true." "We'll do the same deal as she has with Janet this time. She takes £10 of the fee and twenty percent of the price you get paid for the extras. She will not mess you around if it costs her money." "I suppose so." She still sounded doubtful. Bill looked at Ernie, "Isn't it about time Monsieur Alphonse shut up shop?" Ernie took the hint and disappeared. Bill said, "Bend over the table." She did as he asked, and he continued playing with her vagina. He spanked her with his other hand. "If you want to be famous, you can't behave like an entitled brat." He spanked her again harder. "You need practice performing and this way you will earn money to pay for you and Ernie to use a proper studio for the modelling. You also need some fucking practice if you want my friends to make you a star." Another spank. "I am spending time on you to help you. I'm not going to be your sugar daddy. You strike me as a girl who will take it easy given the opportunity. I am going to give you a chance, but you will have to earn it." He took his fingers out of her and said, "Do you understand?" She delayed answering and he spanked her harder. She gasped, "Yes, I do sir." "Tell me what you to do." "I need to work hard practice and not take anything for granted." Another smack on her bottom and he heard him pull his zip down. "Do what you need to do to make me hard and then put this on me." She turned round and saw that he was handing her a condom. She knew that after having walked in on her sucking Ernie that she would have to do the same with him. She knelt down, opened her mouth wide and followed the example of the lawyer she had watched earlier. "Good girl. You are getting some practice, I can tell." A minute later he was hard, and he said, "Put it on, Joanna Latimer." "Call me Susan Ridley? I need to get used to a stage name." "You're learning already, Susan." He then shouted "Ernie, have you closed up yet?" Ernie shouted back, "Yes. I have." "Then open the door. I want to fuck the shop girl over the counter with the lights on. She needs to get used to acting." She had just finished getting the condom on. He said to her, "Put your arse on the desk." She again obeyed and he put his dick in her vagina and then told her "Arms around my neck." He then lifted her off the desk and walked out the now open door with her impaled on his prick. He marched her over to the counter and then lay her down on it and raised her legs in the air. He then pushed into her and she went, "Oooh." Somehow he had penetrated her deeper than last time. "Ernie, play with her tits so that she enjoys it." Ernie did not hesitate, and she realised that with Ernie concentrating on her breasts and Bill fucking her that her enjoyment was enhanced. Ernie had got very used to her boobs and knew what worked with her. She realised that Ernie's cock, although still within his trousers, was rubbing against her face. She decided that this was part of her training and reached over her head and undid Ernie's belt, button and zip. "Good girl." This was from Bill. "Ernie, fill her mouth." Ernie took one hand off her breasts and did the necessary with his trousers. She then realised that the angle Ernie was at meant that she would be having his prick coming down into her throat. She was glad the Ernie had a slightly smaller than average dick as otherwise she would have choked. Bill slowed down so as to ensure that she could keep Ernie's cock in her mouth. She looked over to the side and realised how obscene it all looked. Her stockinged legs were sticking up in the air with her ankles around Bill's head, Ernie continued to play with her breasts and her lips were touching Ernie's balls as he pushed his unprotected prick in and out of her. She found the sight exhilarating and orgasmed. "Naughty girl, you should have waited for us." For some reason that set Ernie off, and he came in her mouth. She began to gag and Bill said, "Ok, You can get on your knees and swallow now." She clambered down from the counter and then reinserted Ernie's prick in her mouth. Bill handed Ernie the polaroid camera and told him to take a picture from above. She swallowed all that Ernie had to offer. She then looked at the photograph once it had developed and realised how hot she looked with a dick in her mouth. She did not have much time to think about it as Bill picked her up and bent her over the counter. He initially gently inserted his cock into her and pushed in and out of her. "Esmonde and Larbey are going into business with the Silvers. They want to move slightly up market and create a modern version of the Carry On films. Look, there's no chance of you being cast as a serious actress out of the gate, but you have to start somewhere. Knowing them they will want to have some stars they find for themselves. You know the thing; in the titles they will say "and introducing" whatever you choose for your stage name. Do you want that woman to be Susan ridley or whatever name you choose." "I do." The truth was she did. If going to university just meant she had to fuck men to get promoted in an office job, she may as well go for broke and fuck them to become famous. He gradually speeded up and went deeper. "Susan, is this how your boyfriend likes other men to fuck you?" She was initially confused, but then recalled she had told the man last time that her boyfriend liked to think of her being fucked by other men and Bill would not know she had split up with David. "Yes, the harder the better." Well, he would have done if she had actually allowed other men to have sex with her. "OK, you are going to Leamington Spa on Saturday and let everyone who wants special services use you for the price agreed. We know you don't mind having sex with men who don't know. Don't give it away for free like you used to but earn every penny they pay you. Make them all want to have sex with you even if they don't dare. See if you can have the same star quality as Marilyn." He then started really shoving himself into her. She began to scream with pleasure at the thought of becoming famous. He said, "Make those who are too scared pay to watch you. I know you will like it." She shouted, "I love performing in front of an audience. I wish there were a thousand people watching me now." To her shock she realised that she was telling the truth. Ernie took another photograph of her as she came for the second time today. As she lay exhausted flopped over the counter, Bill said, "Go home, read about Marilyn, and look at the pictures. Choose some and in your next photoshoot with Ernie here re-enact the ones you like best." Ernie said, "I can do Friday night. We can also plan your Road Show act then." She nodded and said, "Ok." Ernie then showed her the photograph. Bill's head and upper body could not be seen, but it was obvious what was being done to her. She looked at her face and realised that her ecstasy was self-evident. God, perhaps David had known her better than she thought he did.

Back Home for the Summer bysailorsix© The girls in their summer dresses. But in an open household, they meet their match. Her voice sounded pretty anxious. Even through the closed bathroom door I could hear the need for an immediate answer.  "OK come on in," I shouted, trying to get myself heard above the noise of the rain-shower I was standing under.  "Thanks, dad," Was the rushed answer she gave me while she pretty much ran to the toilet. Not a moment too late - even before she sat down her bladder started emptying itself.  "Shit, I guess I just didn't make it, my panty is all wet," She murmured while continuing to pee on the toilet.  "Dad, are you almost ready? Can I use the shower and get myself clean? I'm sorry, this is embarrassing but I was just too late ..."  "Ok, ok, just let me finish getting all the soap off me. And can you get me the towel?"  I stepped out of the shower and she handed me the towel before sneaking past me into the corner of the shower. All her clothes laid in the middle of the bathroom. All, that is a cotton panty, very wet, and an oversized T-shirt which also had some marks of her lost race against her bladder.  Our bathroom had never been a private area, it doesn't even have a lock on it. The rule had always been to knock when the door was closed. But we never thought of using the bathroom, the toilet in it or the shower as a private moment. If one had to pee and someone else was showering, or brushing his or her teeth, no problem. We only have one bathroom and everybody was free to use is whenever needed. This had always been this way, from when our 3 kids were very small throughout their adolescence. Now that they left home to live at their university campuses it remained this way, even when they got home for vacation and brought friends along. Like now...  "Stella, are you ok?"  Suddenly Tess burst into the bathroom and stopped dead in her tracks, seeing me naked whilst drying myself with the, not so big, towel Stella gave me.  "O, shit, I'm so sorry," Tess mumbled while she started blushing heavily and she retreated as quickly as she had entered.  "Mr. ..., eh, Marc, I really got to pee myself," she said from the other side of the now closed door.  "Ok, one second," I told her, "And I'll be decent."  "Ok - come on in, I'll get out so the two of you can have it for all you have to do. But give me a call because I still have to shave."  "Thank you so much!" She said while stepping into the bathroom and passing me.  She grabbed my elbow while stepping past me and she gave me a kind of thankful yet mischievous smile. Being dressed in only a tiny blue panty and white cotton bra, she hesitated to pull her panty down and looked up at me once again.  Strange to find yourself in such a close, personal situation with your daughter's roommate.  I turned around and stepped outside the bathroom.  "Don't forget to call, I'll be downstairs," I said as a reminder.  2. Stella  Once Tess was done on the toilet, her head poked around the glass between the shower, where I was still enjoying the warm water, and the rest of the bathroom.  "Did you see what I saw? Did I see this right? Does your father have such a big, fat one or was he getting a hard-on?" She giggled loudly while opening her bright blue eyes very wide.  "And you?" I answered with a grin on my face. "Are you wet already? You're so easy to arouse... Do I know that!"  "Shut up, you," Tess answered while reaching behind her back to snap off her bra. "But tell me, Stella, am I right? Did he have something like a semi hard-on? Or is it just that big... Jeez!"  "No," I said. "I think he was something like playing with himself when I ran into the bathroom. He didn't step right out of the shower when I asked him, pretending to have to wash away the soap. So, I saw the state he was in and it's not his "normal" state - so to speak. I know how that looks like... And I know the "other" part too..."  "You're kidding me! Are you trying to tell me you've been in the bathroom with your father while he was fully hard? No way!" Tess hissed with excitement while also stepping into the shower corner and pushing me aside.  "No, not like that off course. But yes, a few times I ran into the bathroom when he was having a shower, and a hard-on, like this time. But then, I just stepped out, called sorry and ran upstairs to my bedroom."  "Ha! I'll bet that got you excited too, you hypocrite!" she blew a mouthful of water over me with that remark, as having her revenge.  "And don't tell me you didn't picture that big, gorgeous dick in your mind while you were upstairs, with your twisted mind. And tell me you didn't wet your panty and groped your pussy with your greedy little hands, you little I-am-so-open-minded daughter of your so-open-minded parents..."  "Off course not! Really... I didn't wear any panties at the time! You little mama's girl!"  And with that I pinched one nipple quite hard while she was standing with her eyes closed and face turned upwards to the water stream.  "Awww!" You...!"  But she was too late. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap myself in.  "You see," I told her. "You're visibly excited. Now, just close your eyes again. Imagine what you saw. Imagine what you want." I teased her.  She closed her eyes. The expression on her face betrayed her plan of putting up a show just for me. She squirted some douche gel on her hands and started rubbing it all over her body, over her perky, puffy nipples on her not-so-big but roundly shaped breasts. They always stood out a little when they got the right attention. They started to grow upon her breasts themselves, like little volcanoes rising from the landscape of older mountains.  She continued to stroke both her hands to her buttocks, kneading them, spreading them apart, pushing them together again, pushing them backwards. Still with a smile and her eyes closed, her hands moved to the front. She planted her foot shoulder width apart and started to stroke the insides of her legs, while squeezing her breasts together at the same time.  Two hands glided towards her pubic mound, where her outer labia protruded a bit through her blond, tufted hair to show the way inwards. Hers was not a Barbie crotch but it showed hills and valleys, smooth areas next to thin, frizzy hair and folds of the flesh like flowers. Even her little knob, her little pink clit, already made its present clear from the standpoint I was watching.  Although I knew she was teasing, it had it's effect on me. The wetness of the shower made way for another kind of wetness. And I saw the effect it had on herself. Her breast, her nipples stood out like rockets, the expression on her face had turned from funny to serious while her right hand was rubbing her pussy in earnest.  I dropped my towel and took hold of both my breasts in earnest. Breasts that were a bit on the large size for my little frame, even though I'm not so small. But he, who was I to complain? I looked at them, areolas that matched the size of my breasts, the shape of my breasts turned them upwards. And bigger, darker than their surroundings with dark nipples which would easily stand out when stimulated. And I started to do so..., kneading them, pinching them.  "Tess, Stella? Still there?" My father's voice preceded his knocking on the door.  We both gave each other a silent scream and a silent laughter, before turning off the shower and starting to get toweled up.  "Yes, dad!" I yelled. "Give us a minute and we'll be out of here."  "OK, but just hurry up after that. Mom's got breakfast ready downstairs, ok?"  "OK, but we don't have to dress up, do we? We're not going anywhere."  "OK," my father replied. "Whatever, but be down in 15, ok? I'll just have to finish shaving and I'll be right with you."  3. Marc  After being kicked out of the bathroom by the girls, I went downstairs to the kitchen to see what Marianne, or Mari for short, was up to. She was standing behind the sink, washing some vegetables. It looked like she was getting all sorts of food ready for breakfast. She turned her head around and smiled at the too small towel that was wrapped around my waist. A front side of my leg showed and my still flaccid dick made a noticeable tent in the fabric of the towel.  "So, you're going to give us a stud show for breakfast?" she quipped?  "Ha, no..." And I told her what happened and why I retreated out of the bathroom.  She was wearing her morning dress, a cotton tank-top-like dress with spaghetti-bands. It reached halfway of her thighs. No bra yet to hold up her large, somewhat sagging breasts and no sign of a panty underneath. For her 46 years, she was just a good-looking woman, with the confidence that makes somebody attractive and totally at ease with her body and the way she aged.  While telling the story, I stepped up behind her and wrapped both arms around her waist.  "How did Tess react on seeing you naked?" She asked.  "Hmmm, I guess ok. She smiled, I think. But I guess she saw a bit more than just naked..."  "A ha... O, jay" She answered, knowing my habit of playing with myself in the shower. "I hope she was not offended..."  "No, certainly not. Her smile betrayed her a bit, if I might say so."  "And Stella, was she comfortable with the whole situation?"  "With me, yeah, she knows me in different situations. And with Tess, I only guess they have something to gossip and laugh about."  "Mmmm, I guess you're right. That's what I would've done!" you laughed.  All the washing of the vegetables made her body move and made me move as well eventually.  My dick rose up against her buttocks and I pushed her body against the sink.  "What do you prefer?" I asked while taking a big carrot she was washing and holding it against her mouth. "This little friend or the real thing?" I asked softly in her ear?  "Mmmm". She licked at it, placed her hand over mine and put her other one around the top of the carrot.  "This is what I can do with both..." And with that, she snapped the big carrot in two!  Turning around and putting half the carrot in my mouth, she said smiling, "So be gentle with me, and I'll be gentle with yours...!"  With that, she took the carrot out of my mouth again and gave me a long, sweet kiss.  Then she dropped to a squatting position, took the towel away from my waist and gave a soft kiss on my growing member.  "Off course," she said, " I can have both of them..." Her hand stroked my dick which was still a bit flaccid but standing out already. Her other hand cupped my balls and she took me in...  "OK, that's it for now". She smiled while standing up and I gave a her quick kiss. "In a moment breakfast is ready so get the girls and finish your shaving, please," she told me and I grabbed the towel, held it around my waist and ran upstairs.  4. Tess  When we arrived in Stella's bedroom, we threw off our towels, looked at each other and started out laughing. Excitement was still in our eyes, the heat was still in our body's. I grabbed my right tit and planted a kiss an it, softly sucked my nipple and looked at Stella, smiling.  "Tess, stop it! We'll have to have breakfast downstairs so don't get carried away too much," Stella hissed at me.  "Ok, and what do we have to put on? Or can we go like this? I waved both my arms up in the air.  "Be cool. We'll just put on whatever feels comfortable." she said.  "And just don't drip all over the floor..." Stella laughed out loud because I started to put on a buttoned dress but still did not have any undie on.  "Shit," I said. "I've left it in the bathroom. Mmm, I can get it, can't I?" I said and smiled a wicked smile at Stella.  "Tess! You're so ... You left it there on purpose, now didn't you? Tell me!"  I just smiled and nodded. I knew, just maybe I got a chance to meet up with Mr. Marc - Stella's father - in the buff and have a good look again at this wonderful piece of him...  So I sneaked softly down the stairs and laid my ears on the bathroom door. I heard him turn on the water so he was standing at the washstand I guessed.  I opened the door with a quick movement and immediately stepped into the bathroom.  He was standing bend over the sink, the water running and with two hands he was washing his face, to get rid of the shaving soap I guessed. The towel was behind him on the floor, he must have been shaving in the nude as I hoped he would have, with the small towel he got from Stella. His eyes were still closed and even with him standing bent over the washstand I could see his bulky organ dangling between his legs.  "Is that you, Stella?" He asked, keeping his eyes closed against the water splashing on his face.  "O my God! Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... I just keep running into this! Really, I'm so sorry!" I stumbled apology after apology.  "I left my panty here, somewhere. Did you see it, can I have it?" I hurriedly asked to Marc, who was stunned by my presence, so abruptly, so close.  Now standing behind him and getting into the bathroom. The front of my dress was still open and he became aware of the little spectacle he was presented. His eyes wandered around my front, up, down, left, right. His eyes stopped in the middle, right between my breasts who showed off their own excitement.  "Hmmm, sorry, did you see my panties anywhere. I know they must be in here somewhere?" I was trying to sound very casual but the nervousness crept through my voice.  "No sorry, Tess, I didn't see it anywhere but I didn't have a good look either." he said.  "It must be somewhere on the floor, I guess," I said and with that I dropped to my knees, put my head close to the floor and searched the floor with my eyes.  "Aah, there!" I said and crept towards the hanging washstand where Marc was standing in front off. With my head bent to the side of the washstand I tried to get to the panty - it was just where I kicked it ... My head was leaning against the lower side of the washstand, just at knees height of Marc. I was looking directly in the direction of his crotch, while he stepped backwards against the wall to give me more room. I got my panty but played it out a little longer, as if I had to search blinded for the lost item...  "Got it!" I said and crawled a bit backwards to make some room to stand up. With a red, blushing head I made a funny face to Marc - as if to show him what a mess I made.  Facing Marc I just continued to sort my panty out and put it on, pushing my shirt to the side in the process of it and feeling his eyes on me while getting my panty right.  I slipped between Marc and the sink, facing him and while standing frontal to him I said, with my eyes turned to the floor, "Sorry again, and thank you." With that I gave him a short, soft kiss on his cheek.  "Marc - are you finished and ready?" Stella's mother Marianne called from below. "Let's have breakfast and bring the kids along!"  5. Mari  Jeez... What took them all so long, I wondered? I took the handle of the big sliding door, opened it all the way to the side, letting in the morning air. By the temperature of it, you could feel that is was already quite late in the morning. Looking at the clock, it showed that was almost eleven.  OK, weekend and the beginning of the summer vacation. That's why Tess came up with Stella, to spend a couple of days together before she went on to her own family, back to her home after living a first year on her own - that is - as a coed with Stella. A few days relaxing before a summer job, a few days going to the beach nearby or doing the lazy stuff girls around 20 do with nothing at hand.  I pulled the front of my dress a bit up - it's sheer cotton made it a nice piece to sleep in but it's age made it a bit baggy and the front was just barely covering my "rack" so to speak. Even though the sag of my breast actually helped in keeping them covered.  I stepped outside on the terrace for a moment, thinking that we better have breakfast out there instead of inside. The sun was shining, the table had a place in the shade of a tree and an unobstructed view. This was almost the reason we bought the house in the first place, a garden facing south with the sun from early morning till almost sunset. The kitchen on the eastside with the morning sun streaming in. And no neighbors obstructing our views, or more importantly, no neighbors obstructing our privacy whilst we are in our garden. Only from the deepest part of the garden, looking back, one could see the roof and first floor of our neighbors. Whom we went along with anyway - being neighbors of over twenty years and raising our families together.  Stella is our youngest with two older sisters, Layla and Zoe, with a 3-year interval between them. Zoe, the middle one, lived up north - when she was in the country anyway. She managed to pick up all the foreign scholarships or study projects to be away for the best part of the year. Layla on the other hand lived around the corner so to speak, landing a job in some organization which preserved the natural dunes and the coastline. Sounded very old school eco at first hand but it turned out to be a young team dedicated to the sea- and shore live with all its flora and fauna.  While it was special that Stella was home for the holidays, Layla could drop in any time of the day, not having a regular working hours but working shifts most of the time, especially in the summer.  "Hi mom," Stella hugged me from behind.  Lost in the thoughts about our kids, I was startled at first but took her arms and kept them tight against me.  "Good morning, love," I said and turned around to give her a little kiss. "Did you both sleep well? Freshly showered and clean after your long trip yesterday?"  "Mmmm, yes. It was great to sleep for so long. Too long actually because I had to run to the toilet otherwise I would have wetted my bed. And yes, fresh and clean as a baby right now. But you're still in "sleepy" state, I guess."  "Yes, and thank you! Somebody had to get all the stuff ready for breakfast and it wasn't going to be you or your dad - with the time he needs for the bathroom in the morning...", I said. "I guess I'll have my shower after breakfast cause now we're going to eat something."  "Good morning Ms... Sorry.. Good morning, Mari," Tess came up to me and gave me a quick hug.  "Good morning, Tess. How're you feeling? Had a good rest? No regrets you didn't choose the guest room and your own bed?"  They had chosen to sleep together in Stella's room, even though this meant to share the same bed which was more of a one-and-a-halve bed than a double bed.  "No, it was not a problem. Having shared a room with Stella for the past year, it would have been strange to have a separate room next to hers. And we were so tired - nothing could have kept me awake!"  "What a nice little dress you wear! So suitable for the warm weather we're having. Where did you find it? It looks so "sixties. More something of my generation..." I laughed when referring to our age difference and her looking like a younger me.  The word "little" was meant quite literally - the sleeveless dress barely covered her bums, it ended not more than a hand's width below them. It was more of an oversized shirt, something better suited to wear with pants, something she obviously choose not to do. The linen cloth showed some faded Indian patterns and besides that, it showed the minimal outlines of her panty and the small circular patterns on her breasts.  "I found it in a little shop next to the campus. They sell a lot of second hand stuff. Like you pointed out, a lot of Indian, sixties and hippie stuff you can find there. Tessa also got some shirts from there. And the best: we both bought a knitted bikini, like real vintage stuff!"  She really beamed when she told this and one could imagine a real beautiful flower child with her long blond curls and her clear, wide, pretty eyes.  "Well, I guess won't have to wait too long for the both of you to show of your sixties sun wear - or is only meant to show off to the boys on the beach?" I teased them.  " I guess you're right, mom," Tessa spoke. "We've got nothing to show for here. No use in that". She teased me back. "And now, let's have breakfast, I'm starving".  "Ok girls," I said. "Get your plates and stuff inside and let's eat outside in the sun before it gets too hot. A buffet style breakfast so to speak."  I pushed them towards the opening to the kitchen and couldn't help admiring the two young, tall and slender bodies in front of me. The same height, the same figure with Stella a bit more on the hips but with same roundness in the buttocks. Their faces and their boobs showed the main differences but that was not the view I was having.  Next to the little dress of Tess, Stella was wearing a blue tight fitting cotton vest with a long V-neck above a white sports panty. Like my own dress, her vest was stretching to keep her breasts inside, the bottom of the vest just below her navel but showing a small stretch of skin above the panty. Summer had really begun, the girls flaunting their assets but doing it in such an innocent way, a way only teenagers can do. That's how I remembered it and besides losing the innocence, it still worked that way. The sun, the warmth, it makes you feel much more easygoing and extrovert.  Marc appeared from upstairs - I got a glimpse of him watching the three of us in the backyard - and we got our plates and cups full and sat outside. During breakfast, we chitchatted about the last year, all their new experiences being away from home, being away from us parents. It gave me such a grateful feeling, the way the girls were so open in sharing their stories and their thoughts. This was also a thing in which they grew so fast: being confident, being independent.  I already knew from Stella's stories that Tess had a steady boyfriend, more or less. Stella also confided me in the fact that Tess was more in it for the fun then for the "love-of-her-live". He was away for a summer job, she was here for a week or so.  "So, what does Ted think about you running around here for a week with nothing to do except relaxing and looking for fun?" I asked her.  "Well, he knows it, he knows me -a little- (giggle giggle and a look to Stella) and anyway, he'll have to take me for who I am, for who I am now. So, for me, anything goes. Doesn't mean I don't like him a lot. I really like him because he's a lot like me. Anyway, he's got the same attitude towards these kinds of things."  "I see," I said. "So, when he sees other girls this summer, there's no problem with you?"  "Well... No, you see Mari, I can't deny him what I want for myself. When we get back at U, we'll see where we stand and we'll go on from there. That's what we said to each other and I'm feeling fine with it."  "Ok. Sounds fine and grown-up to me. I only hope you won't find out you secretly had different feelings or the hope he came back to you on a 2 month abstinence from sex," And I squeezed her arm gently to comfort her.  She smiled lovingly and said: "Oh, thank you, that's so sweet of you to say! But that would be a nice expectation for a great, not to say explosive rendezvous!"  We all laughed out loud and she bent over the give me another hug. While bending over the table I got a glimpse down blouse of her puffy breasts. Her nipples had already been visible more or less through her much-used linen dress, now I saw the round, well shaped breasts hanging against the front of her dress. She smelled very nicely and it was not the shower gel that I noticed.  "Ok girls, got any plans for today? Cause I'll be gone to the gym in 15, and depending on what you want to do I can get back, say, around 2? Otherwise I'll go and get some groceries and stuff from the supermarket," Marc asked.  It looked as if everybody had enough for the moment. Marc surely didn't eat much with his visit to the gym in mind.  "No, dad," Stella answered. "We don't have any plans and if we come up with some, we'll take this with us. So go ahead and just do what you want to do. I guess we'll just hang around here so we don't have to worry about planning in the first place. What do you think, Tess?"  "I'm totally ok with just hanging around here. If we're bored enough we can have a walk or ride to the beach. Or we can come up with something stupid and hilarious. But only if we're bored enough!". Tess's eyes were beaming with happiness: a day to waist. What a chance!  "Ok then, I'll be off in a minute or so," he said to all of us.  Taking my hand, he said, "So, you can get them to work, they're all yours because they said they're bored anyway. Never waste a chance to get these girls to clean the house, do the laundry or get your beautiful hair washed by some caring hands!" He smiled while kissing me on the mouth and giving the girls a broad smile.  "Got to work a bit on this one" he said while patting his flat stomach. "Otherwise I'll become like our neighbor in no time and your mother will kick me out of the house..."  "I'll kick your ass for less... remember that!" I called after him and smiled to the girls.  "Ok girls, lets get this mess cleaned up. But before we do that, I'd like to ask you something, Tess. May be Stella already told you, or you noticed it yourself this morning, but in this house we're quite open and free about the way we dress, or not dress at all."  I gave a look at my own not-so-decent sleeping dress and tucked at the front to show what I meant.  "It has always been like that because we wanted to teach our kids that our bodies are the most natural thing in the world and really nothing to be ashamed of. No matter what it looks like, it's ok and you can be confident about it. We love to see that it worked out well with all the girls. But we don't know you and you're are our guest here in the house, so we don't want you to feel uncomfortable in any way or at any moment. Please tell me or Tessa when you feel a bit strange in some circumstances. OK?  "OK, off course," Tess answered, "and thanks for telling me about this in such an open manner. But like you said, Stella and I talked a lot of where we come from, the way we got raised etc. It showed in the way Stella moves around our rooms, much more naked than I was used to. But it all seemed so natural, I could see it wasn't something she thought about or did on purpose. And eventually I got at ease with it and started to behave more casual. At first I was more aware of it but these days I'm totally ok now, I guess."  Wit a broad smile Stella broke in, "A ha, I think you tipped over from a prudish little girl to the exhibitionist side. You don't mind opening the curtain on a sunny day, undressed that is!"  "And you know why?" Tess replied. "Because I saw you do it! I was shocked at the time but you probably didn't even think about it".  "I already guessed right that you're quite comfortable with your body. Off course it helps that it looks so good in every way. But I read that most model-like girls are quite insecure about their bodies and I do not recognize that in you." I told her.  "Well thank you again, Mar" Tess said, "And I already told Stella how impressed I am with the way you look, your casual air and the way you aged so beautiful."  "Thanks Tess. But flattery will only get you this far. Now get this table cleaned, please.!"  And I pushed my plate and glass to her side of the table, smiling at her and settling myself comfortable in my chair. "Ok, Stella, that goes for you too. I did all the preparation, so..."  Both the girls got on their feet and started to clean up the table, walking all the used dishes inside to the kitchen. I slumped into my chair, put my feet on another chair and closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the sun, feeling ok. Hearing the girls cleaning up the kitchen, resting my head to the chair, drifting off...  6. Stella  "Did you ever think of, or imagined, your mother as sexy?" Tess asked while we were putting the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.  Looking out through the window, we could see my mother slumped in her chair, her head resting against the back of it, one foot on the ground and the other on a chair which made her dress get up from her upper leg unto her hips.  "No really, I did not", I admitted. "Irritant, obnoxious, loving, caring. But sexy? Not really."  Though I had always admired her boobs. Large, swinging as she would bent over. And they fitted just good on her. Mine were too large for my frame, I always thought.  "And, do you?" I asked Tess.  "Definitely! Confidence in yourself and being so casual with your own body! It shows to me that "sexy" can develop itself," Tess almost whispered, as if she was thinking out loud.  "Don't hold your breath, baby," I quipped and received a slap on my butt as a reward.  "So, now, what are we going to do today? Or is today going to be a Zen day: just living by the moment, seemingly wasting our time?" I asked Tess when we finished cleaning up.  "Let's get upstairs" she said. "And just see what we're going to do."  I followed her up the stairs and got a quick glimpse of her panty's. Her crotch that is, cause her panty's were more or less visible the whole time.  "Tess, you're not, like, wet, are you?"  "Mmm, girl, that's just I wanted to talk to you about" Tess answered while entering my bedroom.  We both fell on our back on the bed, across the bed with our heads to opposite sides.  Tess had the view of the blue sky through the window, I looked at the mirror hanging on the opposite wall. I could see her feet planted on the bed, knees up in the air.  "OK, tell me, what's up?" I asked.  "You know, this whole thing, from checking on your dad, discovering what a piece he has, to the talks with your mother and basically showing of all the time with these "nothing-to-hide" clothes, it got me really horny! Really hot basically, like a smoldering fire inside my loins. Deep inside. Not like your average I-feel-like-masturbating feeling. But much more something that warms me up totally, like physically and mentally excitement. Like falling in love, but with everything, this house, you, your father, your mother, the weather, the kitchen. Whatever, everything! And I want to keep this feeling, for the whole day to come maybe. I don't want to get off. I want to stay hot!"  "A ha! I guess the genie is out of the bottle..! I told you, you've not only become this easy going and relaxed with the nude naked thing, you've discovered a next level of exhibitionism.  "OK," I went on. "Maybe it's not a bad idea to cool of a bit. I'm going to get my bags unpacked, you can do the same - you can use the cupboard over there. I'll use the one in the hallway.  "Only thing is,, I don't know about the cooling off..." I shifted my leg, put it underneath her raised knees and slid my foot underneath her bums. With my hand, I pulled her other leg towards me and raised it a bit. I laid it down on my shoulder and pushed my foot against her crotch. The way her raised leg was lying on top of me and I the way I scissored her leg with both of mine, meant that my crotch was rubbing against her thigh. Simultaneously, my foot was applying pressure against hers.  We were both laying quiet for a few moments, enjoying the newfound friction, enjoying the sensations that crept up throughout our bodies. I felt her hand getting on top of her panty and starting to rub and massage her pussy. I just started to get into a rhythm humping against her leg and my breathing started to get audible, as it always does when the lust takes over.  "Shit, I need more than this now," I whispered and put my legs straight up in the air, lifted my butt and shoved my panties off my legs. With one movement I scissored Tess seriously so that our cunt's were really pressed hard against each other. I started tripping while she kept flicking her clit with a finger.  "Ooh, you dirty little girl, where did you learn all of this?" She hissed with a hoarse voice.  I kept the pressure up and she pulled her small string to the side. Our clits made contact and that was about it for her. Every second her moans grew wilder and louder and within minutes her legs shook and straitened and spasmed from the orgasm that contracted her whole body.  She lay totally limp on the bed, breathing heavily.  I crept up towards her face, planted a little kiss on her lips.  "I told you, I grew up with two sisters..." And smiled a wicked smile.  "And now you're going to pay for the un-politeness of coming first," I said and planted my knees on both sides of her head. I hovered my pussy for a few moments just in front of her face, fingering myself with one finger and stroking it against her lips.  "Taste this and this," And I lowered myself on her face. She slowly started lapping my cunt, the skin beside my outer lips, up and down the whole length of my slit. Slowly she went on the nipping and biting at my clit and sucking it in earnest. Her tongue started to rapidly fire a series of flicks against my clit which made me shudder and got me moaning out loud.  "O yesss, yesss. Go on, Yess, mmmm," I whispered with an ongoing stream of moans, letting her know she did a great job.  Just before I couldn't control myself any longer, I lifted myself of this wonderful face, full of cunt-juice right now. I stepped of the bed, walked to the window, bent over, placed my hand on it and poked my ass backwards.  "Please, fill my cunt, go on licking and get me off" I hissed to Tess.  She got up from the bed as well and stepped up behind me. I felt three fingers, no she put all four fingers with her thumb following right into my cunt, pushing me, stretching me, almost fisting me. Two fingers of her other hand were flicking my clit furiously and I felt a storm rising inside my belly.  I looked in to the garden and saw my mother sitting there. Indeed, Tess was right. She is an attractive, sexy woman. Was she feeling up her breasts, through her dress or was I imagining things through my state of total lust and excitement?  Suddenly felt Tess circling my anus with her tongue, licking all the way up and down. It added up to the excitement that became an explosive mix of feelings.  "Oooh yesss!!" I screamed and closed my eyes. The storm had arrived and it wept over me in full force.  "Aaaahh, aaii aaii, ooh yesss!" The waves came over me, kept on coming as I did and slowly faded into the distance.  I opened my eyes and saw my mother walking towards the house. Our eyes locked and her face showed a concerned expression.  7. Mari  The look on Stella's face was all too recognizable and her screams left nothing to the imagination. The kind of public display of this kind of sex, or the results of it so to speak, worried me a bit. Off course, we teach our daughters not to be very prohibited about sex and during their coming of age the girls didn't seem to care about the noises they made. Maybe we gave the wrong example. But I worried more about her relationship with Tess - was it just a bi-curious girlie thing or were they becoming real lovers? Well, maybe next week would give an answer to that.  After finishing some stuff in the kitchen, I went up to go the bathroom and get a shower. Just before entering the bathroom, Tess came out with a freshly washed face and blushing from ear to ear, her dress open at the front.  "Hi Tess, already got any idea what you're going to do?" I asked her while getting my hair into a tail.  "I guess we'll start unpacking for now", she answered while keeping her eyes downwards. I don't think she was eying the floor as much as she was a bit staring at my breasts and nipples who were protruding a bit because both my hands were messing with my hair.  "Ok, I'll get a shower now. Keep it cool," I said before entering the bathroom.  Dropping my dress and pushing my panty down I noticed the wet spot on my panty. It confirmed my feelings about the girls: their subtle showing off during breakfast, the sun on my skin and finally the sight and sounds of Stella getting of by her roommate.  This sight, it was something else. The sound, as said, was not entirely unfamiliar. But the sight of Stella orgasming was etched in my mind.  And next to that, a question was in the back of that same mind and came to the forefront: why did she stand there too openly in front of the window? Why didn't she lay down on her bed which was the usual thing to do. Did she want to see something of did she want to be seen? Or was is just "convenient" during their play? How long had she been standing there? I only saw her when I stood up and walked to the kitchen. That's when she had her eyes closed and her mouth wide open. How long had she been looking outside and had she been looking at me? Had she seen me, feeling myself? Did it turn her on, did it push her?  My thoughts went wild. But why? How did this relate to my own horniness?  The water didn't cool me of. It seemed my skin became so sensitive. Every single drop was a stimulus and made me even more horny. The water streams touching my nipples were like little teeth nibbling at the one of the most sensitive parts of my body. Both my hands were already busy with that other sensitive part. One holding my folds to the side, the other one didn't hesitate to probe two fingers deep inside my vagina. I stood still like this, feeling everything at the same moment.  Keep it cool, I had said to Tess and here I was, as uncool as firecracker ready to explode.  The image of Stella appeared every time I closed my eyes so I decided to keep them open and shut off the shower. My fear of losing control and screaming all the way to orgasm with the girls at the end of the hallway, was stronger than my urge to surrender to my feelings and it pulled me back from the brink of orgasm.  Drying myself off, I looked in the mirror. My whole body looked like it was in the highest state of emergency. My skin was all goosebumps, my breasts were full, as if I was pregnant and my nipples were standing out so hard it looked almost painful.  OK I thought to myself. Keep it cool. Just finish this, get out into the garden, have some sunshine and wait till Marc gets back. And hopefully the girls will be out to the beach or so. I took the suntan lotion to apply it before going out again.  Walking through the hallway to our bedroom, I decided to wrap a towel around me in case Tess would be there. Passing the girls' room, Stella was busy putting some clothes in the cupboard outside of her room. With her back to me, one thing I noticed was the absence of her panty below her vest. She forgot or didn't care putting it on I suppose.  "Sweetheart, can you help me putting some lotion on my back? I'm going to lay a bit in the sun before it gets too hot."  "Sure, mom," She answered and I heard her soft footsteps following me to our room.  Inside I threw my towel on the bed and turned around.  "Dear Stella," And I took both of her hands. "Could you be just a little bit more discreet, while playing around like that?" I asked smiling.  "I'm so sorry, mom. I didn't mean to make it so... I don't know why I got up and stood before the window. I just saw you, sitting there and looking the other way. I just saw you and, well, lost control. Sorry for that."  Her eyes were not looking at me but towards the ground. Suddenly I realized, she was not staring at the ground, she was staring at my breasts.  "Mom, I can ask you something?"  "Sure."  "Are you pregnant or so? Look at your breasts, they're like, really, full. And it's like they push out your nipples?"  "Ha ha. No sweetheart. I'm not pregnant. I know, I just had my period. But indeed, they're a bit "full" as you say. But anyway, I asked you to help me with the lotion. Can you take care of my back for me?"  I took the lotion and squirted a generous amount in her hands, before turning around and bending over a bit to stretch my back.  I shivered at the coldness of the lotion when Stella touched my skin with it and started to spread it across my back. It was plenty of lotion so she started rubbing it on my shoulders and on the sides of my body. Standing a bit bend over, my breast would normally hang freely but not now, not in this state of sensitiveness. And being massaged by my half naked daughter while standing fully naked in front of her, with the image of her behind the window, didn't help to relax either.  8. Tess  After getting back from the bathroom and bumping into Stella's mother, I went back to Stella's bedroom and started unpacking my things. My dress was still open at the front and it felt good. The soaked undie was somewhere on the ground, I didn't bother to put on a new one - it felt so good being naked, after the release of all the sexual tension.  The clothes were not so many, just some summer dresses, tank tops, a short, a bikini and some underwear. Plus some thin cotton towels to wrap myself in. I put them all in Stella's cupboard and she was doing the same outside the room.  I put on some music through my earphones and laid on the bed. I could still use some fondling I thought but managed to focus on the music.  A question clicked in my head. I had to ask this to Stella so I jumped of the bed and opened the door to the hallway. The cupboard where Stella was getting her stuff into was open but she wasn't there.  "Stella?" I asked into the hallway.  "I'm here, in my parents room," I heard her calling.  On my bare feet I tiptoed as quickly and quietly as I could to the room, thinking her mother was still in the bathroom.  "Stella, I was thinking, did your mother...?"  "O shit, I'm so sorry" was the next thing that came stumbling out of my mouth after a few seconds.  I was standing there, half naked in the doorway and I faced a naked mother, being bend over and having her back rubbed by her half-undressed daughter who was standing right behind her.  I put both my hands in front of my face and started laughing out loud.  "What is it, today?!" I managed to get out. "All the time I stumble upon naked parents, while being in the various states of undressed myself. O, I'm so sorry".  "Don't be, please, Tess," her mother answered while standing upright and taking a few steps toward me.  "I told you, we're open and relaxed the way we dress or don't dress," Mari answered. And this is what that means, running into each other and seeing each other naked. If you don't mind, don't be sorry. And from what I've heard, and from what I see now, you don't mind yourself. So it's ok, be relaxed."  "O, thank you so much for not being pissed or ashamed," I instinctively made a movement with my arms towards her but dropped them for the fear of it not being appropriate.  Mar noticed my hesitation and asked, "what did you want to tell?'  "No, nothing. I just wanted to give you a hug but I thought it might not be the right thing to do."  "Why? Naked people give hugs as well. Totally natural if you ask me," And with that she opened her arms in a welcoming gesture.  I stepped forward and gave her a hug. Because she also took a step forward our hug wasn't just a cheek to cheek but became a full body contact. Being taller, my breasts were above hers, but her breasts felt so full! They pushed mine up, almost against her chin. Her arms around me felt good, really warming and affectionate. Her little pot belly pushed against my pubic area, my hair there grazing her skin. She let go and smiled at me. I smiled at her but could not prevent my eyes from dropping below, to her amazing breasts.  "Yes, they are unusually full right now. I see you notice."  "Sorry," I stammered and blushed like a thirteen-year-old.  "I'll be open with the two of you," she said. "But can I ask you one thing in return?"  "OK," I said and Stella also agreed.  "Right. I'll tell you first, then I'll ask. You just noticed, Tess, like Stella before you, that my breasts are quite full and my nipples standing out tall. It's because, since this morning, the house seems full of excitement, expectations and maybe even flirtations even though this is not a very conscious thing. It's like something getting under your skin.  "And to top that of, the sight of Stella having her big O in front of the window not only got under my skin but in my mind as well. You both are not teenagers anymore, you're grownups looking like innocent teens. Or not-so-innocent teenagers. Like I said, it got under my skin and that's why these show up like this."  She pushed up her breasts even more, as if to show what damage we inflicted on her.  "OK, now it's my turn" she said. "I think I already know but now I can ask the two of you: are you just lovers or are you in love as well with each other?".  "Alright, I'll tell you," I answered. "We're not in love with each other. For the moment, this is still the domain of the boys. But we love to play around once a while and we found out we're really in sync when we do that. So that's great."  "Same goes for me, mom." Stella said. "We really dig each other as friends, but not as, like, "girlfriends"."  "I thought so," Her mother said. "One last question: did she introduce you? Or is it too personal a question?"  "No, it's fine. Yes, she did. She was the experienced, I was the virgin. In this kind of sex, that is. Or am I saying something I shouldn't?" I said more to Stella then to her mother.  "Ha, I can answer that question," Her mother said. And a big grin was her answer.  9. Marc  "Girls, I'm home!" I shouted throughout the house which seemed deserted.  I walked to the kitchen and into the garden where I expected them. But no one was sitting on the terrace so I walked around the corner to the more secluded and green part of the garden, where we usually lay in the sun. That's where I found the two girls, laying in the grass on big towels. With their earphones in and their eyes shut, they didn't notice me coming from behind them. Laying on their bellies, I had a wonderful view of two perfect round-shaped bums, their legs stretching out to me. A dark patch of shadow hid their innermost secrets.  Suddenly I felt I was the one being watched. I looked up, to our own bedroom window and I saw Marie standing there, not wearing much either. She smiled and gestured me to come up.  "They get to you as well, don't they" was her greeting when I entered the room. She was still standing in front of the window, totally naked.  "What do you mean, as well?" I answered.  "I'll show you what I mean," She said while turning around and walking to the opposite side of our large bed. "Sit down there, on the side."  I sat down on the bed, my back to her and turned my head around. She was crawling on her knees towards me and the firmness of her breasts caught my eyes.  "You see, it's quite obvious how they get to me. You see it immediately," she said smiling and with both her hands she cupped her breasts and squeezed them quite hard. Her nipples came sticking out towards me and I moved my hand to touch them.  "No no, you have to wait. First, I'll tell you how they got to me and how these old little saggers are not so little and not so sagging anymore."  She turned my head around, pulled my T-shirt of me and hooked two fingers in the band of my shorts. I raised my butt a little bit to help her and in a second my shorts were at my ankles. I kicked them off and leaned a bit backwards. Marie climbed right behind me, with her knees against my buttocks and her firm breasts with the rock hard nipples pushing against my back.  "I'll tell you," She whispered in my ear.  So she told the story of the morning, how breakfast had put her in mood of relaxed excitement, how the showing of Stella's big orgasm had changed that to a smoldering fire within, how the shower didn't help her to cool off and how she had a naked get-together with the two girls which ended in something of a group-rub of suntan lotion on each other's bodies.  She told me the story whispering in my ear, her tongue licking my earlobe in between sentences, while both her hands were caressing my body, pinching my nipples and all the time I felt those gorgeous pumped-up breasts pushing against my back.  She never touched my dick but her stories did their job. It filled itself up with blood, became thicker and thicker and finally harder and harder until it stood it's full size and my glans was up above my belly button.  All the while she was talking dirty about it in between her storylines.  "Yes, that's it. Come on strong and fill me up". "Yes, that's it, Become the cock I love so much.  "Ooh, you're going to fill me up like never before and I'll scream like never before...!" And so forth until her story ended.  With her last words about how they felt each other up with the pretext of applying lotion, she turned around me and sat in front of me with both her knees beside me on the bed.  "Touch them, lick them," she said, her voice hoarse with excitement. "I've never felt them so full, so wonderful, so sensitive, so... sexy!"  I took them both in my hands and started kneading them. At the same time I took one nipple in my mouth, licking it, sucking it and nibbling at it. One after the other I kept them both in play.  Marie had thrown her head to the back and with closed eyes was only mumbling "yeah, yeah, that's right. Yeah, right there."  She straightened her head, looked me in the eyes with hers half closed through the lust that was going through her.  "Watch me, I'm so fucked up I'll come the moment you enter me," She moaned with a voice full of lust.  And with that, she impaled herself on my dick which was harder than I could remember it ever was, and a sound came from the deepest parts of her, "Oohh aaahh." "Aaaahh!"  And her cunt contracted directly around my dick, her legs spasmed next to me and with her head thrown back again she accepted wave after orgasmic wave of all the tension that was build up inside her.  Before she could collapse, I lifted her up and put her on her belly on the bed beside me, her legs next to the bed so her knees would support her.  I got on my knees behind her and whispered in her ear, "Ok, you want a big O? I'll give you a big O, bigger than anything you've seen today".  And I shoved all of my dick right into her, all her orgasmic juices flowing right out of her cunt to make way for the real thing.  "Yessss." a long moan escaped her mouth again. I slowly started to fuck her with long strides, all the way in, all the way out. I pushed my hands in between her breasts and the bed and started feeling them all over. When I picked up the pace, I placed a hand between her clit and the bed, so with every stroke, her clit would push against my knuckles. Our rhythm was soon joined by her heavy breathing and her moans.  "Ooh ooh ooh, yeah, ah, yeah, ooh, ooh," And it accelerated with the pace my dick was trashing her cunt. Suddenly she started letting out long moans which were increasing in volume with every breath.  I took both her elbows and pulled them behind her back - her breasts were exposed to the max and pushed hard against the cover of the bed, as her pussy was slammed against the edge of the bed with each staccato movement of my dick and my balls against her crotch.  She buried her head in the bed and came. She came with such a force I was afraid I would dislocate her shoulders and I let her go. Her scream was lulled by the mattress but still it filled the house. I stopped my movements, my dick still totally engorged in her vagina.  "Don't stop now, go on," was all I understood of her murmuring against the bed.  So I continued, slowly at first. She must have been in some orgasmic flow because after a few minutes she came again. I only noticed it through the contractions of her cunt and an accompanying long moan.  "Oooh yeah, baby!" This went on for a couple of orgasms till I took her up and laid her on her back. Looking me in the eyes, she just smiled a very satisfied smile.  Her body was covered with sweat and I pushed her further up the bed. I climbed on the bed as well and straddled her upper body. With both hands I caressed her breasts and pushed my very slick and wet dick in between them. I pushed them together and with both my thumbs flicking her hard and upright nipples I started to slow fuck her full, almost stiff breasts. She put a pillow under her head so her chin was resting on her body. Sticking out her tongue, the glans of my dick would easily enter her mouth whilst gliding along her tong.  "You've never been more sexy or desirable," I said to her lovingly. "You can make me cum now..."  She could do that almost instantly and now she took the proven method. With one hand she took my balls from behind and pulled them gently. With the other one she pushed her middle finger against my anus. Just one part advanced in and started playing around. The combined stimuli were more than I could handle in any situation. I kept on shoving my dick between her breasts, over her tongue and into her mouth. And I kept on cumming, and I kept on cumming till her mouth was full and the cum ran out of her mouth, along her cheeks and onto the bed.  Slowly my dick was losing its steel-like hardness and Marie took the head in her mouth and sucked on it as if it were a lollipop. When she was done and every drop of cum was cleaned and swallowed, I sat on her belly and caressed both her breasts very gently. They were still unusually firm and erect, even as she laid on her back.  "Still not satisfied?" I asked quietly.  "Satisfied, for sure. For now. But also still excited, you can feel that as well," She answered with her eyes closed.  "It looks like they mimicked my penis behavior... When excited, blood runs to them and they become hard. So, you've got two hard-ons so to speak," As I continued to knead both of her breasts. "Which brings the question up, after your story and the way you unloaded all that tension: what is it that keeps you hard?"  10. Tessa  We looked at each other and simultaneously pulled an earphone out of an ear. Our looks said the same thing: did you hear what I thought I heard? We shared a laugh in the knowledge that we both had the same answer on our minds.  "I guess the apple and the tree story is quite true," Tess quipped.  "Jealous?"  "OK, touché for you. And you're right, I wish I had a mother like yours, so sexy! And yes, if I could meet somebody who can give me those kinds of orgasms, I'll die happy."  "Well, may be, if you'll go upstairs you'll find what you're looking for...!"  "Is that a dare..? OK, I'll see what I'll find there," And Tess got up on her hands and knees.  "No you don't!" I hissed.  "Yes, I can" Tess laughed and stood upright. "I surprised your father naked, I surprised your mother naked. I can surprise both of them, naked, can't I?"  "Naked you are. I wonder if they'll' be surprised by now."  "I guess you're right," she said, looking upwards to the window of my parents room.  I turned around, on my back and saw my mother with my father behind her. She held his arms around her belly, pushing her visibly large breasts up. Both had a glorious look on their faces, as if they were the happiest people on earth.

Brook's Fall Into Decadence by Odins_Fire Brook's Fall Into Decadence Ch. 01 The Dean has all the high cards. Brooke was a nineteen year old student at a private collage in the UK, and she had been sent there by her step father. It was his intention to get her in the right frame of mind for the things that he had secretly arranged for her. Her step father was a white South African named Hans Bonner, and he was rich but with an attitude. He owned the residence where he lived in the area of Mayfair and very rarely left his penthouse suite. His grandfather was killed in the battle of rorke's drift during the Zulu uprising. He had stood fast with a few Welsh soldiers, but was fatally hit. The death of his father to a Zulu had turned him into a racist bigot and he had no time for any person that was not white. His wife however was the daughter of a film star and she was the complete opposite, but she was too busy to worry about Brooke. She was the main reason why Brooke had been sent to a mixed sex boarding school. His wife was also white but Brooks Father her first husband was dark skinned. Brooke was the same colour but her blood father had been killed in the first conflict against Iraq. Brooke was in her room looking into the mirror and she was naked, because only moments before she had just stepped out of the shower. She was only nineteen but looked every bit a woman. Her magnetic smile and looks were the talk of the dormitories with every boy in the school lusting over her. She had the darkest of eyes and long black hair that was falling about her shoulders and her face was very Asian full and round but in no way out of proportion to her magnificent body. Her lips were full and subtle still waiting for loves first kiss to bring them to life. Boys her age in the collage were under no illusion, that her face was not moulded by the angels, having the ability to lure the hardest of men and boys. She was smiling to herself, and at the same time running her hands over her body, that was covered with a honey brown skin, that was shining back at her from the reflection in the mirror. She was five feet six inches in height, and her statistics were 36D-28-38 and in the fullness of real womanhood, and weighing a mere 155lbs, and she knew that she was desirable. Brook got her buzz from walking around the school showing as much of her body as she could, but without looking like a whore on heat. The men and boys alike would look at her as she walked by them, and she could feel their eyes watching her long after she had moved on. There were many times during class when she had sat in class with her hand between her legs, with the fingers inside her soft thong gently touching her clit. She had sat in the front of the class in a maths lesson, and while the male teacher was talking of logarithms she had been playing with herself. The teacher could not keep his eyes off of her, and it amused her to see him sit down so many times to adjust himself. She was a tease and she loved the thought of him running back to his own room after the lesson. In her imagination she pictured him in his room playing with himself as he remembered what she had been doing in front of him. It was these thoughts that always brought her to her climax, and when her two hands were back on top of the desk, she always smiled when she saw the face of the teacher relax in relief. She was now looking at her body while cupping her firm breasts in her hands, tweaking the now hard and aroused nipples that had been pierced, the half inch rings that had been made of hardened gold and sealed with liquid metal; they were now standing proud and just waiting to be engulfed by a warm mouth. Then she moved one hand down to her sex and started to play, and she was so worked up by her own thoughts of lust, that she knew her relief would be immediate. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as she felt the orgasmic sensation shoot through her body. Brooke stepped backwards to her bed and sat on the edge because her legs were a little weak from her first climax of the week. She looked at her clock on the wall and it was only eight in the morning on Monday, and she could only wonder what the rest of the week would bring. It was a good five minutes later when she stood up and walked to her closet, and after opening the door she slipped on a black half cup bra. Once it was on, the garment lifted her breasts, and in much the same way as her hands had done earlier, while it also gave her the desired cleavage to show at the top of the white blouse she would wear. The black lace thong that she pulled up her legs, barely covered her sex, but that would have the desired effect on all that were looking in that direction, and there were always the few that did. Brook then slipped the white blouse from its hanger, and after putting her arms through the sleeves, she then buttoning up the front, leaving enough buttons undone to attract attention. Brook looked in the mirror at her reflection and knew that she had dressed to titillate. She pulled a black skirt up her legs and around her waist; and then after fastening the clasp she put the thin belt through the buckle. Her shoes had three inch heels, and once she had slipped them on, they gave her body a dynamic posture and form. There was no need to brush her hair, just a quick shake and she was done, all that was left was a quick smile as she looked at herself in the mirror at the final result, and then she walked out the door. There were a few of her friends at the end of the building and she fell in step with them on her way to the classroom. First two periods of the day were geometry, and the teacher was a woman, and she knew that there was no way that she could distract her from picking up on her weakness. This was one of the classes she hated because of all the maths involved and maths was not her strong subject. She also knew that there was going to be a test, and she had thrown the prep books under the bed in disgust at being baffled. In the classroom for once the only seats available were a few at the rear, Brooke and her friends filled these few empty seats. It was half way through the test that the teacher stood up and walked out of the room, and it gave Brooke just a few moments to get a few answers from her friends either side of her. It was over an hour later when handed in their papers and then walked out of the class room. After lunch they had a Games lesson, but on the way there she was stopped by the Dean. "Just the person I wish to speak with, would you follow me to my office, Miss Gregg?" "I was just on my way to my next class, Professor." "I believe it is only games, and I'm sure that they will cope without your presence. There is something that I must talk to you about, and I am afraid it is serious young lady." Brooke looked at the Dean's face, and knew that something had happened, but for the life of her she had no idea what it was. She followed him to his office and once inside he told her to sit down. He sat behind his desk, and without saying any more he started picking up papers and reading them, and a little grunt came from his mouth now and again. He looked up and over the top of his spectacles at her and said, "You have been a naughty girl haven't you. You just couldn't be bothered to prepare for you test in geometry, because you had every intention of copying all the answers from your friends. The strangest thing is, the ones you copied were wrong, but the way you have worked out the answer can leave no doubt in my mind that you cheated." The Dean was watching as her face dropped with the realisation that she had been caught out. "Yes Miss Gregg, you cheated, and you know what the punishment for cheating is, don't you? Well let me reiterate the rules to you, but first let me inform you of the trouble that you are in. This school is one of the oldest in the UK that is renowned for its discipline and swift punishment. It is also a fact that when a student is expelled from this collage, they very rarely get a place in another collage. We place your name on the computer, and an e mail goes to every collage informing them of our swift justice, and along with the e mail is the name of the person and their crime. Your crime is one of the worst as you know, and it is not as excusable as some that we have had in the collage over the last hundred years." "Your step father has paid a lot of money for you to come to this Collage, and I have been on the phone to him only this afternoon. He is understandably disappointed in your blatant disrespect for the rules, and has informed me that I should now take over parental responsibility for you, while you are in the school. Now that being the case he has given me carte blanche to do as I wish to punish you, I now have power of attorney over all you do until you leave this collage. To sum up, I now have control of your life and all you do in and out of school hours, and you are now mine to do with as I please. Just so that what I say is true, I have this document that he faxed me this morning, and as you see it has been signed by both him and your mother." The Dean handed her a piece of paper that had been written by her step father's lawyers, and when she read what it said her heart dropped. Her step father and mother had given consent for the Dean to take control of her life until she leaves the collage. It also said in no uncertain words, that she had to comply with all that the Dean and his wife say, and until she left collage she had no right of reply. "You will not be staying in the room you are now in, but you will move into the big house with my wife and I, and you will be a different person when you leave here. You will be allowed visits from your Aunt from time to time, but they will be few and far between. Now I suggest that this evening is spent moving your belongings to the big house, now your class for this afternoon has been suspended, and the teacher taking charge has been notified. You will be receiving punishment of a different kind this afternoon, and it has been appropriately thought out by my wife and me." "You will now find the error of your ways, and you will conform with the rest of the students in the collage, and life as you have known it is nonexistent. There have been punishments here that fall outside of the county law. This collage was granted a licence one hundred years ago, and it was to be included on the correctional list, and we only comply with the old Juvenile justice system for all students until they are twenty one years of age. The licence has never been taken from us, because we take in students that are ending their time in other correctional facilities. This gives us the right to punish students whether male or female under section 32 paragraph 12 of the criminal justice act. To be more precise, it is a licence to shame and punish both mentally and physically in any form I chose that does not leave a permanent mark. One other thing, before you go jumping to conclusions, your step father and I presume your mother knew that this law was in place here before they gave consent." The Dean handed her another piece of paper, and it was the licence to chastise unruly persons under the age of twenty one. Her hand was shaking as she handed him the paper back, and she was sitting now wondering what the hell the Dean had in mind for her. "Now because of the stigma that your parents will receive from you getting expelled from this establishment, and the fact that you will not be able to proceed with your diplomas, I would hope that you will think carefully before you decide on your answer to the next question." He then handed her another sheet of paper, but this one had her name on the top, and it was a statement from her to the school. It read: - "I the undersigned consent to being made a ward of the collage. I also give my consent to come under the Juvenile justice system law, and freely with no obligations withdraw my rights as a free woman. I surrender myself to the safety of the collage, the collage Dean and his wife, who with my parents and my permission have the right to take charge of my life, and also with my permission they have the right to punish and chastise me in any way they see fit. This contract that I now sign, will expire on my final day and on leaving collage, and all that takes place during that time will not be added to my collage record." Brooke looked once more at the papers she had in her hand, 'her step father had never liked her and this was his way of getting back at her. Well she thought I only have another six months here and then I move on to my next collage anyway, and surely nothing can happen in that time. If she got expelled now then she could forget all about law school, fuck what a mess.' "You have read the papers and know of your options, now are you going to sign the paper, or are you going to throw your life into oblivion?" 'Fuck she was thinking, my step father and the Dean have me over a barrel, I have no choice but to comply with the documents.' "I will sign the documents professor." He handed her a pen and she scribbled her signature and handed both back to him. "Now that you have done the sensible thing, I will give you your first lesson in discipline; you will stand up and remove all your clothes, and stand in the corner with your hands on your head facing my desk." He watched as her jaw dropped and she was about to speak, so he stopped her dead in her tracks. "Now remember what you have just signed young lady, a lawful document that is binding in all that it says. Shame and punishment are combined in your schooling from now on; now please do as I say, because this is your first lesson." Brooke looked at the Dean, and she could feel many strange sensations running through her body, and most were of embarrassment. She looked at him bewildered and asked, "Do you mean all of my clothes, Professor?" "Yes you heard correct, I want you as naked as the day you were born, I have to check for drugs and foreign objects so that we can get on with your punishment." He showed her another document that was headed, [For guidance in dealing with wards of the school]. And there three lines down was the words, item three; the Dean will strip the student for drugs or foreign objects before punishment commences. Item four; all orifices will be checked thoroughly. She gave him the document back and sat in her chair shaking, she had heard of this type of thing in other countries, but in the UK it was not heard of. But then there were a lot of things that the spooks did that no person heard of. After standing up she stood in a daze as she started to unbutton her blouse, and then let the short sleeved garment fall to the floor. Then she undid the clips on the skirt, and buckle on the belt letting that fall to the floor. She never looked but all the time she was doing this she could feel his eyes on her body. She hesitated before taking the bra off, but then realised that he would be carrying out an intimate inspection of her body. Her arms went behind her back and unclipped her bra, and then she pulled it away from her body, and let that fall the same way the other clothes went. She never had to look to know that her nipples were now standing on end, and fully aroused. For the first time she looked up, and saw that the Dean had his eyes firmly fixed on her breasts. The strangest thing was, what she was doing was giving her a buzz, she had never taken her clothes off in front of her Doctor let alone a stranger, and the Dean was classed as a stranger. She then bent over and pushed the thong to the floor, and kicked them off her feet. The only thing left was her shoes, and she was about to bend down and undo the strap when the Dean told her to stop. "You may leave your shoes on and go and stand in the corner facing out towards my desk. She had one arm over her breasts, and the other hand was covering her sex, as she walked to the corner and turned around. "Oh dear this won't do, turn around and face the wall," Brooke felt relief knowing that he could not look at her private parts. She turned around and faced the wall, and she could hear him opening and shutting a draw. The Dean's footsteps were now close as she felt something being slipped around her neck and fastened. Then the Dean said, "Put both hands behind your head," and once she had done so, she felt the cold steel clipping around her wrists, and then the cuffs being clipped to the collar. She could not cover herself up now, and knowing that she was now at his mercy, and vulnerable. Then shock of all shocks he spun her around so that she was now facing away from the wall. Then she felt him do something behind her neck, and now she found that she could not move because her wrists were also attached to the wall. The Dean stepped back and looked at her and she could feel herself blushing, and he looked her in the face and smiled. Then turning away from her he walked over and picked up her clothes and put it all on a chair near the door. He then walked back to where Brooke was standing, and once he was close he put his hand out and took hold of her breast, and knowing full well that there was nothing she could do about it. "Yes they are very nice, I just love girls with this size of breast, tit, udder, chest bollocks, what would you prefer I call them Brooke?" Brooke looked at him and listening to all he was saying, was he expecting her to answer, or was it a trick, so that he could punish her further." "Come on Brooke, don't be shy answer your guardian, you must know what these are on your chest?" "B-breasts Professor, I call them my breasts." "Good girl, I rather like the word tits, but it is a bit crude but I will call them breasts. Now look at these nipples, because I have never seen nipples as big as yours are, and if I am not mistaken that is hardened gold rings. I am sure I can find a use for them he said as his hand slipped down to between her legs. I am going to have so much fun with you, Miss Gregg. Have you ever had a cock stuck up that lovely smooth hairless pussy?" "It feels as though you are getting damp down there, so I can only presume that being naked and vulnerable is turning you on my little slut. Be assured that you will be my little slut by the time I have finished with you. Now I have to go away for a while, but when I come back you and I will get to know each other, now don't go away because I won't be long." The Dean smiled and walked out the door leaving Brooke alone to deal with the situation that she was in. The Dean had put her in a corner naked, showing him all of her charms, he had been feeling her sex and breasts, but she had also noticed that although it was against her will she was getting a buzz from being exposed to his gaze. It was an age before he came back, and he was smiling when he walked into the room. "I have just been onto the collage down the road and they need someone to help out in a biology lesson, so I am going to give you a choice. I was going to give you a thrashing over my knee with my hand, but I will give you a choice, help me do the biology lesson at the other school and I won't put you across my knee. Now do you want to be spanked hard or help out in the biology lesson?" There was no contest, Brooke didn't want her buttocks touched, so she blurted out, "I will help you Professor." "Good I am so glad and I just knew that you would not let me down. Now I think I had better take you over to the house, and then the wife and I can get to know all about you, and you can show us what you are willing to do for us." The Dean saw the questioning look on Brooks face and said, "Yes you heard correct, you will be doing a lot of things for me from now on, some you will like but others, well who knows how well you progress at your lessons." The dean walked over and unclipped her from the wall, and then proceeded to take the collar and cuffs off. "Just put on your blouse and skirt, and you can carry the other two items, because there will be no need to wear either anymore." Brook took no time in putting on the two garments and then followed him out the door, and it felt strange walking about the school in the minimal of clothes, but at least the other students were in class. They walked over the paved walkway and down some steps, and then into the Deans house, and inside the door they were met by the Deans wife. The Deans wife looked at her and smiled. "So you are Brooke and you are going to stay with us for a while, I am sure that you and I will be very good friends." Then she looked at the Dean and said, "You owe me six from last night so you had better go and get yourself prepared. You will have a witness now to all of your punishments." The Dean went red in the face and stuttered, "B-but I-I'm the D-Dean and in charge of this girl." "Only in school you miserable wretch, how dare you argue with me, that is six more, now get down in the basement and prepare yourself?" Brook looked at the Dean as he scurried away; his age was somewhere in the late forties, and he was thin and dressed in a grey pin striped suit. He had weasel eyes with a thin moustache, and his face was thin corresponding to the size of his body, he also had long fingers that were long, because she noticed them when he was fondling her private parts. Brook noticed also, that all the time his wife was speaking to him, the Dean had his head lowered as if he dared not look at her. "Now my dear you had better come in the lounge and we will get to know each other." As Brook followed the Deans wife into the lounge, she was trying to figure out why this beautiful young woman of twenty five at the most, would be married to a man that was old enough to be her father. Make no mistake because this woman was a beauty; standing at least six feet in height or more with the four inch stiletto shoes she was wearing, and she had a figure to die for. Her long red hair was falling over her shoulders and down her back, and it looked to be curling in a natural way. Her face was white with no make-up, with long dark eye lashes and brown eyes. Brook thought the latter having had the ability to look down into her soul. In the lounge the Deans wife sat on the couch and then looked up at Brook saying, "You are a delightful young lady, but you have been a bad girl, and you have been caught cheating in classes. Well my husband might be the Dean of the collage, but once in my house then you are in my domain and under my supervision, do you understand Brooke?" "Yes Ma'am." "Very good Brooke, because you're very polite and respectful towards me, and you must always call me Ma'am or Mistress. I am also the one in charge of discipline in this house, and it is I that serves out the punishment, so be warned. Now in a moment, you and I will go down into the basement, and you will watch and help me in my task. It will give you an insight of what to expect if you do not comply with my wishes and demands, I am also strict, but I am as compassionate as I am strict." "I had better clear something up with you, I have full jurisdiction over you, and it is me with the Government certificate and not my husband. There is no way that you can inform anyone of what is happening with you, you are as the form you signed, a prisoner with no rights. If you do well and do all that I say, then you will leave this establishment with all your diplomas intact, if you fail, then you will leave in disgrace with nothing but a bad record, do you understand Brooke?" "Yes Ma'am." "Good now follow me and I will show you what I am all about." The Dean's wife stood up and walked towards the door, and so Brook stood up at the same time and following her out the door. Brook's Fall Into Decadence Ch. 02 The Deans wife wears the trousers. Brook followed the Dean's wife through the doorway and across the hall, and then through another door, where she found herself on a platform with steps going down. There was a light at the bottom of the stairs, and the Mistress was already half way down. Brook followed the Mistress down, and once into the room below she had the shock of her life. Standing in the middle of the room next to a bench was the Dean, but he was dressed in only his boxer shorts. As soon as he saw Brook walk down into the room his face went red, but the his wife that was now standing in front and to his side, gave a cruel and humiliating laugh. Then as she walked forward towards another door she told Brook to wait where she was and don't move. Brook waited there for about ten minutes before the wife/Mistress walked back out, but now she was dressed in a red lace Basque, red stockings and thigh length stiletto heeled boots. Her firm D size breasts were naked, the nipples standing proud and aroused, and because of the lack of briefs, her waxed pussy was also naked. She stepped close to the dean and said, "You chose to defy me, I told you to come down here and make yourself available, but you have left the most important piece of clothes on. Now get those fucking boxer shorts off and I will check that you are still in chastity." The Dean went down on his knees, "Please Mistress, I will be so ashamed because this girl is in the basement with us." "I don't give a fuck you piece of dog shit, get those boxers from your body now, you should have thought about your humiliation before you burned my toast this morning." With a red face the Dean put his hands to his waist, and while looking at Brooke he lowered his shorts, but it was carried out very slow. Once they were on the floor and he had kicked them away from his feet, the Mistress shouted once more. "Stand up straight you useless slut, Brooke don't want to look at a pathetic replica of a man, she wants to see you in all your male glory," and she laughed out loud. Brook looked at the Dean, and her eyes started at the Deans head, and worked their way down his naked body until they stopped at his manhood. It was at this point that Brooke had her second shock, because his penis was encased in a plastic chastity restraint. "Look at him Brooke, he is supposed to be a man, but he has lost the ability to satisfy me, so now I have to find my amusement elsewhere. Now get over the bench and I will see to your punishment." Brooke watched in amusement while the Dean at a fast pace, knelt on the punishment bench. His chest was resting on a soft leather covered sponge, and his knees were resting on two pieces of wood at the back that were splayed outwards. The mistress walked behind him and buckled the straps over his legs and body that would be his bonds, his head and wrists were also buckled down, and the Mistress laughed once more. She walked over to a table and picked up a cane and walked back, and once or twice she swished it up and down, the noise of cutting air was fearsome. "Now let me see you lump of shit; I think you owe me twelve strokes of the cane, am I correct?" "Yes Mistress, the Dean answered, but with a squeaky voice as if he was in fear, and Brook thought by looking at the position he was in, 'he had reason to be.' She then watched as the Mistress stepped to the side of the Dean, and instead of lifting the cane in the air which seemed natural, she brought it to the side about three feet. Thwack, thwack, thwack, the sound of the cane striking flesh made Brooke jump, and on every stroke the Deans body jerked. Thwack, thwack, thwack, Brooke looked at the stripes appearing across the Dean's buttocks, and at the same time was receiving a tingling in her own. 'Fuck what's happening to me,' she was thinking, and she was also being turned on by the sight of this chastisement. The weirdest thing was though, she was also wondering how being caned felt, hell, she wasn't becoming a masochist she was asking herself. There were six more strokes delivered to the Dean's buttocks then the Mistress put the cane back on the table. In all that time there had been no sound coming from the Deans mouth. The Mistress walked into the little room once more and as she walked past Brooke she smiled, and a few minutes later she walked back out dressed in her day clothes. The Mistress walked over to the steps leaving the Dean still strapped down on the punishment bench, Brooke was still standing with mixed feelings about the scene that she had just witnessed. "Follow me Brook, we will leave my husband where he is, then he can search his soul, and think of more ways to please me instead of upsetting me." Brooke followed the Mistress up the stairs and at the top, back over to the lounge. Once inside the lounge once more, the Mistress sat down on the couch, she pointed to a chair opposite and told Brooke to sit down. Once Brooke was settled in the chair the Mistress smiled, "I expect you're thinking that was a little eye opener. Well the Dean is my husband but he is useless as a lover, so I get my love from others, and I have no sexual preference." As she said the latter her eyes were looking at Brook, and it seemed as though they were sparkling. "Are you sexually active Brooke, and do you have a boyfriend?" The question had taken Brooke by surprise, in fact the whole conversation was unreal, "Yes, I am sexually active, and neither do I have a boyfriend, and like you Mistress I have no sexual preference." "You are pleasing me more as we speak Brooke, and I think you might be flirting with me, but I warn you that if I find you are a tease then I will have to find a way of punishing you." After speaking, the smile that she gave Brooke was not nasty or twisted, but a knowing smile; and it made Brooke shiver with uncertainty. "I see that you are not wearing a bra, is there a reason for that Brook, or are you a real tease and you get your excitement from showing others glimpses of your body?" Brook told the Mistress of all that had taken place inside the Dean's office, and the threat of the cane if she never complied with the Deans wishes. "So my husband was a lecherous old pervert today, and was exceeding his authority, he will have to be punished for that, but that will be later in the week. I cannot have my submissive slave rising above his station, but what he does in college I have no control over. I am going to take you as my submissive slave, but first there will be a lot of tests for you to do, tests that will take you to your limit and sometimes past it. We have a small secluded farm out in the country that we go to, we go there during the term break for a week, now that will be something for you to look forward too. There we will meet like minded people to ourselves, and we will all get to know each other better. Do you ever ride the college horses Brooke?" "Yes Ma'am, I have been taking lessons ever since I have been at the college." "Good then you and I can go for pick-nicks together once we are there" The thought of her going with the Dean and his wife to their farm had not crossed her mind, and she was wondering what the Mistress had been talking about. "You look surprised my dear, but you never thought that we would leave our charge all on her own, while her guardians were off on holiday, perish the thought?" The Mistress stood up and walked over to a small cupboard, she took out a sweater and threw it to Brooke, "You had better put this on for the sake of modesty, and then go to your dorm room and pack your clothes. Just get what you need for putting on in the morning for class, the rest you can pack and I will get the porter to bring it over and place it in your room. Then while you are doing this, I will get us a meal ready, so don't be long, as being late is impolite and will result in punishment." Brooke pulled the thin sweater over her head and without further ado; she walked from the room and into the hall. It was half an hour before she got back to the house and as an afterthought she knocked the door. The Mistress opened the door and let her in saying, "You mustn't stand on ceremony outside the door, you are now part of my family and you have no need to knock, but on going out for other than college lessons, I will decide, because after all, you are a ward of the court." It was late and after the meal when the Mistress said, "I think it is time to retire, and I will now take you up to my room. I think it best if you sleep with me tonight, as you might be a little unsettled sleeping on your own. Have you ever slept with another woman before Kitten?" The use of the name Kitten instead of her given name, sent shivers through her body, for some reason the name seemed to be spoken in a most intimate way, and it gave Brooke a buzz on hearing it. "No, never Mistress," and it was then that she realised that she had called her Mistress, and that also gave her a buzz, and she knew also that it was said without thinking about it. The Mistress was without trying having a strange influence on the way Brooke was beginning to think. The Mistress; was also without trying or being aggressive towards Brooke, showing how powerful she was, and at the same time bringing out the submissive side of Brooke. The Mistress was thinking, 'She is hooked, now all that I have to do, is reel her in.' "Well tonight kitten it will be a first for both of us, who knows what might happen in the confines of my bedroom, and under the covers of my bed? You had better come with me," and when the Mistress stood up, she took hold of Brooks hand in her own, and led her out of the lounge. They went up the large stairway to the landing above, and then into a large room, that was decorated in white and yellow, and in the evening light it gave a feeling of coldness. Brooke looked out of the large window, and could see that the sun had gone down and the darkness was clouding over at a fast rate. "Strip off Kitten and get into bed." The bed was luxuriously big, and once she had stripped and slipped beneath the yellow sheets and covers, Brooke found it to be firm but very soft in nature. The Mistress walked into a fitted bathroom and a few moments later, she was back and was walking over to the bed naked, and even from Brooks point of view she was stunning. Brook, while looking at her nakedness could feel the need to touch and explore this beautiful person. Her desire for the love of this woman was great, and she now knew that there would be nothing she would not do, to keep that love if it were given. The lesbian side of her bi nature was kicking in, and once it had done so, she knew that there was no way to suppress it, if she wanted to suppress it at all. The whiteness of the Mistresses body against the contrast of her long red hair; which was falling over her shoulders and down her back, was electrifying. Brook could see that the Mistresses nipples were standing proud and pushing out and aroused, and there was not a blemish to be seen anywhere, that might break the surface of her white skin. She slipped in beside Brooke, and Brooke was on her back in fear of moving in case she upset this white Goddess. "You are very quiet Kitten, is something wrong, have I done something to upset you?" "No Mistress, I was just thinking that it has been a very strange day. I have mixed feelings and weird sensations running through my body, and my head feels light." Brooke turned onto her side and looked into the Mistresses eyes and she stayed that way for a long time. "What are you looking at Kitten?" "I am so sorry Mistress I didn't mean to stare at you, it is just that for some strange reason I find you very attractive. I feel over powered by your beauty and feel that I am being drawn towards you. I am sorry I should not be thinking like this let alone talking of such things." The Mistress moved closer to Brooke and put an arm over her naked body then with her hand pressing on Brooke's back she pulled her closer. Their naked bodies touched and pressed together, and the moment was electrifying. Brooke could feel her body arching, and begging for more than just a mere touch, and she herself wanted satisfaction, she wanted to love this exquisite person. Brooke didn't know why, but she leaned her head forward and kissed the Mistress full on the lips, and the Mistress responded with the lust that Brooke was searching for. Their mouths opened, and both their tongues explored the other ones mouth to the full. From between Brooke's legs she was feeling sensations that she had never before felt. Brooke's hand slid over the Mistresses body; and into the small of the back then down to gently squeeze the cheeks of her buttocks. The Mistress broke away from the kiss and lay on her back with her eyes closed. The hand that had been on the Mistresses buttocks was now on her belly, and moving up towards her breasts. Her long finger nails lightly touching the flesh around the nipple of the breast of the Mistress. Brooke was squeezing and manipulating the breast, now and again retuning to the nipple to pluck and squeeze so that it remained in its aroused state. She felt that for the first time that day she was in control of her destiny, but was unsure why. Brooke moved onto her knees still at the side of the Mistress, and then lowering her head to kiss the Mistress on the mouth once more. The Mistress tried to respond but Brooke anticipating the move lifted her head and moved her mouth to the Mistresses other breast. Her fingers were still playing with one nipple while her mouth was now sucking the other breast. Brooke was playfully biting the nipple, and her tongue was playing with the nipple on the inside of her teeth. Brooke's hand moved from the Mistress's breast touching the skin, so lightly that it felt like a feather being blown across her body. This unique sensation of both pain and pleasure was making The Mistress squirm, saying no, no, no, yes, yes, over and over again. The fingers were making their way down and onto the Mistresses belly leaving an ecstatic trail in their wake. The Mistress was arching her body trying to get more, but the fingers lifted with the movement leaving her crying for more. Then slowly the fingers moved down to the waxed V of the pubic area, and with her finger and thumb pointing touching the skin and with her long nails. Brook traced a line either side of this area down to the Mistress's sex. The Mistress opened her legs slightly to give Brooke access to the most private part of her body. Brooke's fingers touched the aroused flesh and gyrated on the outside, every now and again a finger would invade her sex, and the Mistress would catch her breath. The Mistress was arching her body and moving her hips nearing her climax. Brooke sensed this and moved her mouth once more to kiss the Mistress, and at the same time their mouths locked together the Mistress reached her climax and falling limp in selfish ecstasy. The Mistress lay there for a few seconds then gently pushed Brooke on to her back, and in a second movement she straddled Brooke's body. She slowly bent her head down and gave Brooke a lingering kiss, while at the same time her hands were massaging Brooke's breasts. The heat, and the perfume, from the Mistress's body was both over powering and intoxicating. The Mistress was back shuffling her legs down the bed, and stopped when her mouth was in line with Brooke's breasts. Brooke felt the hot breath, and then the Mistresses teeth were gently gripping and teasing her breasts. The feelings Brooke was getting were taking her to a fairy tale land on an enchanted world. With her eyes closed the sensations were keeping her prisoner. Again the Mistress moved lower, and she was kissing Brooke's flesh on the way, and the kisses were so light that they were like soft tiny drops of rain hitting her body. She had reached Brooke's belly, and Brooke was trying hard to control the movements of her own body. She had tried to arch her body on several occasions but she hit the Mistresses body and it left her feeling week. The kissing got lower and just below the belly on Brooke's own waxed pubic area; at the slightest touch she had spasms of ecstasy. Brooke had never before felt sensations like the ones she was having now, and she had only dreamed of having sex with another woman. The Mistress's kissing touched her sex, and when she felt her tongue dart in and out Brooke gave a little murmur. The Mistress slowly turned her body one hundred and eighty degrees, and not once did her tongue leave Brooke's sex. The Mistresses sex was now above Brooke's face and she was lowering it down to almost touching. Brooke had never tasted another woman before, but lifted her head up to dart her tongue into the Mistresses sex. It was within a short moment of that contact that they both reached an exploding climax, and it was almost simultaneously. The Mistress moved her body off and around and once more lay at the side of Brooke. The Mistress reached down and pulled the silk sheet and cover over them both. Brooke looked at the Mistress saying "Does this mean I am not a virgin anymore and smiled?" The Mistress laughed, and when she stopped she answered "I would never have thought you ever were Kitten." The Mistress pulled her close once more and kissed her on the lips, they fell asleep in each other's arms. The morning came and the sun was shining through the window, Brooke opened her eyes and the Mistress was looking back at her. "Good Morning Kitten." "Good morning Mistress." "Now you had better get up and get a shower, use my private shower," she said while pointing to the room she had walked in the previous evening. "While you are doing that I will go down and release my husband from his bonds." The Mistress saw the surprised look on Brooke's face and laughed, and added, "Yes he has been down in the basement all night, but he will be a lot better person for it. He will be out for revenge today, but he will not hurt you now that you are under my control and belong to me. You must however do everything that he says, because he is teaching you humiliation and submissiveness." It was an hour later when they were at the breakfast table and the Dean walked down and sat at the side of his wife. "Good morning to the both of you," and he spoke as if the previous night had never happened. Before Brooke could respond, the Dean added, "We have a long way to go this morning Miss Gregg, and we won't be eating until we get home this evening." No more was said over the breakfast table, and as soon as the Dean had finished his breakfast, they all stood up. At the door, just as Brooke was about to exit the Mistress stopped her, "Now remember Kitten, you must do all that the Dean tells you, as it is part of the tests for your biology diploma." Brook walked out to the car with the Dean and sat in the front with him, nothing was said during the two hour journey. They pulled up outside the college and Brooke followed the Dean inside. They waited in an office for a few minutes before they were seen by a senior teacher, and the teacher shook the Deans hand saying, "Welcome Professor I can only presume this is your assistant, and I'm sure that the students will be pleased with the lecture that they receive. Now if you will follow me I will take you to the lecture room that you will be working in." Brook hadn't been listening to a word the two men had been talking about, as she had been watching a pair of senior girls talking to each other. When she saw the two men starting to walk away she followed them, as there was no other reason to stay where she was. They walked into a small classroom with a thick heavy curtain along one side of the wall, and after the other teacher left the room Brooke looked around the room. It looked like a doctors surgery because of all the implements, there was even an inspection table with stirrups. The Dean looked at Brooke and smiled, "Please take your clothes off Miss Gregg." Brooke hadn't expected this, and she felt her face flush once more. Then she remembered the words of the Mistress as she left the house. So within a few minutes she had stripped off and was standing naked once more. "Now get on the table like the good girl I know that you are," and the Dean was smiling once more. Brooke once more did as the Dean told her, and the Dean placed a pillow beneath her head. "Put your legs in the stirrups and make yourself comfortable young lady, you will be on here for a while before I need you." Brooke once again did as the Dean instructed, and there were channelled pieces of metal before the foot stirrups, and they were for the calf to lay comfortable in. Once her legs were up and in front of her, the Dean buckled a strap over the ankle and just below the knee, and then walking up the side of her he placed her arms at her side and strapped them at the armpit and wrist to the table. "Don't worry my dear," the Dean reassured her "These straps are for safety, so that you don't slip off the table while I am giving the first part of the lecture." Brook looked at him stunned and asked, "What exactly am I supposed to do Professor?" "Nothing just lay there and be yourself, and you might even enjoy the experience." Then he walked behind her and then she heard him walk out of the room locking the door behind him. Brook had no idea how long she had been in the room, because she had fallen asleep in the warmth of the lights above her head. She could however hear someone talking, and it sounded very much like the Dean, and it also took her a while to realise that the voice was the other side of the curtain to her front. She was trying to hear what was being said, but the sounds were muffled, and as she was looking around the room she saw the camera looking down at her. It was then she started to feel embarrassed, thinking that there might be someone, a stranger looking and lusting over her nakedness. Once again she was getting a buzz from just thinking about such things; laying where she was exposed and vulnerable. It was as these thoughts were going through her mind that the curtains were thrown open, and Brooke realised that she was on a stage looking out. She was in actual fact in a college lecture room, and as she looked out there had to be at least one hundred boys or rather young men looking back at her. She then heard the Dean say, "Now if you look at the screen to the sides of the auditorium you will see my assistant, is in the position that we need her." He must have flicked a switch, because a red light lit up on the side of the camera, and the screens came to life in the auditorium. From where Brooke was situated in the room and the position of her head, she could see herself on the screen naked as the day she had been born. She was thinking that at least they had not got a very good view, and it was because of the position of her legs. The Dean was speaking for a few moments longer then Brooke heard the words, women's orgasms, and adrenalin shot through her body at speed. Her breathing became heavy and she could see her breasts rising and falling, and on the screen it looked exaggerated. She watched as the Dean walked back to where she was laying and when he looked at her he was smiling. She watched as he turned a key and pushed the stirrup out and back, and then he did the same with the other, and it left her with her legs splayed wide open for all to see. The camera whirled and when she looked up at the screen on the wall, she could see that it was a close up of her, in this undignified position. But now the initial shock had worn off, she found herself once again getting a buzz from being exposed to all these eyes. She knew in her own mind that there would not be one pair of eyes that were not looking at her nakedness, and she started to breath heavier. The Dean said, "Now I would like to show you the female orgasm, and you will note that it is not unlike the male." His words were lost in the air somewhere, and Brooke was thinking that this situation that she found herself was unreal. Her eyes were darting from the screen that she could see and then to the men ogling her naked body. She could not hear a word the Dean was saying because she had blanked him out, but she did feel the intrusion into her sex, and then the object pushing deeper. Then the intruding object was moving inside of her, and looking up at the screen she could see that it was a rabbit in the Deans hand. She tried to suppress her feelings but the rabbit was doing all that the manufacturers said it could do. Without thinking she was moving her body and trying to push forward onto the sex toy. Her eyes were focused on the boys in the auditorium looking at her, and watching her beg with her body for relief from the assault of the toy. The thought of all the boy's seeing her about to climax in sexual ecstasy was bringing her closer to her orgasm at speed. Then all of a sudden she let herself go, and she heard the Dean say, "Well that never took very long gentlemen, and that ends the lecture on the female reproductive cycle." There was a clapping of hands, and when they died down he said, "Now would you give a hand for this little slut that I have brought with me today." There was an even greater round of applause, with cheers and wolf whistles, and once they had died down the curtains closed. The Dean walked up to the side of her and as he was unfastening her bonds he said, "Now that was not hard was it, you now have top marks in biology, a lot more rewarding than the cane or a warm ass, don't you think. Now get dressed and we will go while the college is at its final lessons of the day. I am sure you wouldn't like to meet any of the audience now would you. We will go as soon as you are dressed, the Mistress will be waiting for us both, and we cannot keep her waiting." 3

Baby Steps by Vanessa Evans I used to be so shy but not any more and I love the way I am now. Part 1 I grew up with very prudish parents. When I left my bedroom to go to the bathroom I always had to wear a dressing gown over my nightie and I had to be fully dressed to go downstairs. My parents also sent me to a catholic, girls only school. Even the college that they sent me to was all girls catholic. At the college the other girls idea of fun was play chess. So, when I left college and got my first job I was the dowdy, quiet girl whose skirts were always below my knees and my blouses buttoned to my neck and I couldn’t even join the conversations with the other girls about boys because at twenty one I had never even had a boyfriend and was starting to think that I would live for whatever years and die a virgin. The only thing that gave me a bit of hope was that the job that I have is in a city about one hundred miles from my parents so they got me this one bedroom apartment. For a few months I settled into both my job, my little apartment and my dreary life. Now is probably a good time to describe myself, I’m a skinny girl, my mother having only ever given me small portions of healthy foods and I was never allowed to have any confectionery. Would you believe that at twenty one I had never even been inside a McDonalds or a KFC. This upbringing got me into the healthy eating habit and that never changed when I went to college, nor when I started living on my own. My name is Claire and I am only one hundred and fifty centimetres tall and weigh forty one kilograms. Fortunately my breasts never grew more than a ‘A’ cup so I never have to worry about unwieldy breasts even though my mother always insisted, and got me into the habit of wearing sturdy bras. I wear glasses and have long, blonde hair, my mother only letting me get it cut when it got half way down my back. . When I started my job things started to change, although it took one of my co-workers to tell me before I realised that one of my bosses had started to spend more time than necessary at my desk talking to me. Ethan is only a couple of years older than me and when I first met him my heart gave a little flutter for the handsome young man. I started thinking about why Ethan came to my desk so often and realised that most of the occasions were unnecessary and I just couldn’t understand why he came. I could never imaging that he would have any interest in the dowdy me but he was definitely flirting with me but I was enjoying his visits and our little chats. I assumed that he was just using me to practice chatting to girls and some of the things that he said embarrassed me and some I didn’t really understand because I was a very naive and lacked even basic relationship experience. Then one day Ethan asked me if I’d like to go for a drink with him. At first I thought that he was joking and I said so. When he said that he was serious I asked him, “Why would you want to go for a drink with me, there are lots of girls here that are more beautiful than me and I’m sure that they would love to go for a drink with you.” “Because underneath that long skirt (knee length), that heavy blouse and those glasses I believe that there is a very attractive young woman.” That really made me blush and I replied, “Stop it Ethan, you’re just trying to embarrass me and you are succeeding. You don’t really want to go for a drink with me, you’re just winding me up.” Ethan picked up one of my hands and held it with both of his and said, “Claire, I am deadly serious, I really want to go for a drink with you. I want to get to know every bit of you a lot more than is possible in the office.” “You’re serious Ethan, you really want to got for a drink with me?” “Yes Claire I do.” “But I don’t drink, I’ve never touched any alcohol.” “That doesn’t matter Claire, believe it or not, pubs do sell none alcoholic drinks. Please say that you’ll come.” “Okay, I will, but I warn you that I don’t have any nice clothes.” “Claire, you could turn up totally naked and I wouldn’t mind, I just want to get to know you better. Having said that if you did turn up totally naked it would certainly help me to get to know you better.” “Stop it Ethan, I’m a good catholic girl, I could never be naked in front of one man, never mind a whole pub full of them.” “Well that might change but for now I would be very happy if you turned up dressed like you are now.” I was still a bit embarrassed, but also excited at the prospect of my first ever date when I replied, “Okay, what time and where?” We fixed up a time and a place and we got on with our work although it was an excited me that happily got on with my work. As I walked to the pub I was both nervous and excited. I was wearing what I considered to be my nicest dress, knee length, buttoned to my neck and with long sleeves. I’d been thinking about getting some new clothes that were more like those that other girls in the office wear, and after listening to quite a few girl’s conversations I was coming to the conclusion that my upbringing was holding me back but I hadn’t decided on how I would go about changing myself to be more like the other girls. I wondered if going on a date, or possibly more that one date with Ethan would help me change. I had never been inside a pub before and didn’t really know what to expect and I was very happy when I saw Ethan waiting outside the pub for me. I was also very happy when he took my hand and led me in. After getting us both a drink we went to a table in a quiet corner and talked, and talked and talked. When Ethan went and got us a second drink he suggested that I get a cocktail. I told him that I’d never drunk any alcohol before he suggested one that only had a little alcohol in it. I didn’t get drunk, not that I really knew what being drunk was like, but I did feel a little less reserved after I’d drunk it and I did reveal some of my desires, in particular that I wanted to be more like the other girls in the office. I told him that I wanted to dress more like them and I told him that I’d got the impression that all of them were having sex and really enjoying it. “So what’s stopping you from changing Claire?” Ethan asked. “Well I don’t have much money but the main obstacle is my upbringing.” “Don’t tell me Claire, you are a catholic and your mother told you that you must always wear dreary clothes and never let a man see your body until you get married.” “How did you know?” “It’s a common thing. I bet that a few of the girls at work were the same.” “So are you saying that my mother was wrong?” “Your mother just passed on what her mother told her, it’s not her fault that she isn’t changing with the times, when you’ve been brainwashed it’s difficult to snap out of it, especially when you are not too young.” “So are you saying that I should wear clothes like the other girls at work and have sex with men as often as they say they do Ethan?” “That’s not up to me to decide for you Claire, only you can make that decision, but I’ll tell you now that it will not be easy, you’ll have to work hard at it and get out of your comfort zone quite often. But the first obstacle that you have to overcome is you have to want to change. Do you want to change Claire?” I thought for a couple of seconds then replied, “Yes I do, those girls appear to be having a lot more fun than I do. And I want some of it but I don’t know how to change.” “Well you’ve just solved the first obstacle, the next one is to force yourself into situations that are outside your comfort zone.” “Like what, how?” “Baby steps Claire. How about getting some new clothes, ones more like those that the girls at work wear?” “You mean shorter skirts?” “Well yes, and low cut blouses. I’m sure that you have a really nice pair of legs under that skirt Claire.” “The first problem with that is that I only have small breasts. I could never display a cleavage like some of the girls.” “Not having big breasts isn’t a problem look at Jenny Smith, she only has tiny breasts but that doesn’t stop her showing most of her sternum most days. Besides, I don’t like big breasts.” “The other problem is that I don’t have much money, but I guess that I could shorten some of the ones that I’ve got. That’s one good thing that my mother taught me, sewing, she even let me bring her old sewing machine with me.” “That would be a great start Claire, but maybe one new skirt or dress just to make you feel good because feeling good is half the battle. Maybe I could come with you to help you choose something.” “You’d do that for me Ethan?” “Of course I would, it will be an excuse to see you again, outside work that is.” “I’d like that Ethan but you don’t need an excuse to see me outside work again Ethan, I’d like to see you again.” I was silent for a couple of seconds then I continued, “would you kiss me please Ethan?” “That will be my pleasure Claire.” Ethan bent over and we kissed. At first it was just on the lips, but that alone was magic for me, I’d never had a proper kiss on my lips before and these strange feelings were starting in both my nipples and my pussy. Then I felt Ethan’s tongue trying to open mine so I relaxed and let them open. When I felt his tongue exploring my mouth I was a bit stunned. What was he doing? Does he expect me to do the same? I didn’t have a chance to decide what he wanted or expected because my tongue had a mind of its own and the two tongues explored the other. The strange feelings got stronger. When Ethan finally broke the kiss I just sat there not really knowing what to say or what to do. After a couple of seconds Ethan said, “What was that like Claire?” “I, I, I don’t know what to say, I’ve never experienced anything like that before.” “But was it nice?” “No, it was awesome, it stated strange feeling in my, my lady parts.” “You mean your nipples and your pussy?” “Yes.” I quietly replied. “You can say those words Claire, say them again.” “Nipples.” I replied. “And?” “Pussy.” I replied. “Again Claire.” “Nipples, pussy.” “Again Claire.” “Nipples, pussy.” “Again Claire.” “Nipples, pussy.” “Good, well done Claire, now tell me what the feeling was in your pussy.” “What, no, I can’t do that, it’s embarrassing.” “Claire, what did you say you wanted to do?” “Change. Okay, my pussy tingles and it feels wet.” “Good, that’s two more baby step achieved, well done Claire.” There was silence for a minute or so then I said, “Thank you Ethan.” “You don’t have to keep thanking me Claire.” “But you’re helping me and I’m grateful.” “If you’re going to be my girlfriend you don’t need to keep thanking me Claire.” “You want me to be your girlfriend Ethan?” “I do, but to you want me to be your boyfriend Claire?” “I do Ethan. Will you kiss me again please?” “You don’t have to ask me Claire.” So I got brave and lent over and kissed Ethan on the lips again and it was just as good as the first time. Ethan put one of his hands on my knee over my dress. I tensed up for a second then relaxed and enjoyed the tongue wrestling. When the kiss broke Ethan asked me if I’d like another drink. I asked for another cocktail and when he came back he sat closer to me and started asking me about my hobbies. I laughed and replied, “What hobbies, I haven’t got any.” “Okay, what nice places do you like going to Claire?” “I have no idea, I once dreamt about going to the beach, that would be nice.” “I will take you to a nice beach where you can run around with no clothes on.” “Oh I couldn’t do that, not without any clothes on.” “Baby steps Claire, baby steps.” “I’m not sure that I could ever do that, my mother wasn’t even happy when I went to the swimming lessons when I was a kid and I had to wear a big one piece swimsuit.” “Don’t worry about that for now Claire, all in good time.” Just them the landlord called time so Ethan said, “I’ll walk you home Claire.” “That’s okay, I managed to get here on my own.” “No Claire, I want to walk you home.” “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise.” I said cursing myself under my breath for not realising that he wanted to be with me for longer. As we walked out of the door Ethan took my hand and gently squeezed it making me feel good. We walked and talked and when we got to my apartment I said, “I live in here Ethan.” “When can I see you again Claire?” Not thinking what he really meant I replied. “Tomorrow at work.” “Outside work Claire?” “Stupid me, I’m not used to this dating thing, anytime that you want Ethan, the only thing that I have planned in my life is going to work, my weekly trip to the supermarket and my monthly trips back home.” “Right then, with your permission I will be here tomorrow night at 7 p.m. Wait, no, I’ll give you a lift home from work.” “You don’t have to do that Ethan, I can get the bus as usual.” “Claire, have you considered that maybe I want to give you a lift home.” “Oh, right, thank you, that will be nice. I’d better go in now, I’m not usually up this late.” “Can I have a kiss before you go in please Claire?” “Yes please Ethan, I like it when you kiss me.” “Or you could kiss me Claire, you can do that anytime that you want, except at work.” I looked up to Ethan’s face thinking about how to kiss him when his mouth found mine, well I think that it was his mouth that found mine, it could have been the other way around, and we started kissing. Ethan’s arms went round me and he hugged me. In response I put my arms round him and it felt good. I didn’t realise what it was at the time but I felt something pressing on my stomach. After a while I felt Ethan’s hands slide down to my butt. My first instinct was to reach round him and pull his hands away but I resisted and as the kiss went on and on whatever it was pressing on my stomach seemed to get harder. When the kiss finally broke I said, “Phew, that was awesome Ethan.” “Yes it was, but I’d better let you go in before I try to do something that you wouldn’t want me to, well not yet.” I looked at him not knowing what he was talking about and Ethan stepped back. Ethan’s arms slid down mine and our hands joined for a second before I gave him a quick kiss then said goodnight. As I opened the building door I looked back and saw Ethan still looking at me. I waved then went in. I ran up the stairs singing to myself, “I’ve got a boyfriend, I’ve got a boyfriend, I’ve got a boyfriend.” Later when I was in bed I reflected on the evening. It had far exceeded my expectations and I realised that I really liked Ethan. I thought about me wearing clothes like the other girls at work and being on a beach without any clothes on. Then I realised that my left hand was on my right tit and was caressing it through my nightie and bra. And my right hand was pressing on my pussy through my nightie and knickers. “Good grief, what am I doing, mother would kill me.” My hands went to my sides, the moment gone and I was soon asleep. ***** I woke up before my alarm and thought that it was a wonderful day, even though I hadn’t looked outside. In the bathroom I took my nightie and knickers off, looked at myself in the mirror and thought, “I don’t know what Ethan sees in you girl, but there must be something.” As I continued looking I decided that I really did want to become more like the other girls at work. Ethan had said the he would help me with ‘baby steps’, and if that was what it took then I would take his baby steps even if I did get embarrassed or thought that my mother would be horrified if she knew what I was doing. Maybe Ethan was right, maybe my mother was living in the past. Times had certainly changed in a lot of areas so why not in how a girl dresses and acts. The other girls at work certainly were more carefree about their clothes and attitude, some of them, maybe all of them, must have been like me at some time. They had changed so I was going to change, with some help from Ethan Then I had a horrifying thought, “Maybe after a night’s sleep he had changed his mind and didn’t want me as his girlfriend.” I tried to forget about that and hurried to get myself ready for work. As I exited the building I turned and walked towards the bus stop and heard a car horn beeping. I ignored it and kept walking but the noise continued. I was just starting to think that some unlucky car driver had some sort of mechanical problem when I heard my name being shouted. “Who can that be,” I thought, “I don’t know anyone around here.” I stopped and turned and got a wonderful shock, there was Ethan stood on the pavement looking my way. Once I’d got over the shock I waved then literally ran to him, flung my arms round his neck and kissed him. When the kiss broke I said, “What are you doing here?” “I wanted to see you to make sure that you still want to be my girlfriend.” “Of course I do Ethan.” “That kiss answered my question Claire, come on, get in the car and we’ll go to work.” As we drove we talked and Ethan asked me what I did when I got into my bed the previous night. “I went to sleep.” “What about before you went to sleep?” I blushed as I remembered what my hands had done. “I, I, I put my hands on my tits and pussy.” “Were you naked?” “Ethan, of course I wasn’t, I was wearing my nightie.” “Anything else?” “My knickers.” And what did your hands do?” “Nothing.” “Claire.” “Okay, they pressed on my nipples and pussy.” “Did it feel good?” “Yes, it made me think of you.” “Good, well done, tonight another baby step, don’t wear your nightie, just your knickers.” “I couldn’t do that, it’s not right and someone might see me.” “I thought that you lived on your own Claire.” “I do.” “Didn’t you say that your apartment was on the third floor?” “It is.” “I bet that you close all your curtains at night as well don’t you?” “I do.” “So no one can look in through the windows.” “No they can’t.” “Then who is going to see you?” “Well no one I guess.” “I bet that most of the girls at work wear nothing in bed.” “You think so?” “From what I’ve heard and read I’m pretty confident that I’m right. Baby steps remember Claire?” “Yes Ethan, I’ll think about it.” “Be positive Claire, you said that you wanted to change. The world isn’t going to end if you go to bed naked, be positive, be brave, just do it.” “Okay, why not, what harm can it do?” “It will do you more good than harm Claire, another baby step towards being like the other girls.” “Yes.” We drove in silence for the rest of the way with me thinking about what I had agreed to do. It was certainly a first for me, and as Ethan said, “What harm would it do.” I was happier about what I’d agreed to do. As we drove into the car park one of the girls saw us and waved. “That will start the gossip machine.” Ethan said. “I don’t care,” I said, “in fact I want the whole world to know that I’m your boyfriend Ethan.” “Just don’t go bragging about it or trying to rape me in the office Claire. We have to be professional here.” “I don’t usually talk with the girls, I usually sit alone in the break room, and I would never try to rape you Ethan.” “I know, and it wouldn’t be rape anyway, and if I’m having my break at the same time as you I will sit next to you. Just keep you hands and your mouth to yourself okay?” “Of course boss.” “It’s Ethan, even here Claire.” We got in the lift and I was pleased that we were alone for a minute or so so I reached up and kissed Ethan. He responded and our tongues only parted when the lift slowed at our floor. I stepped back and checked my dress. When the doors opened we stepped out and I thanked Ethan for the lift then walked to my desk. I think that it’s fair to say that I wasn’t as productive as I usually was that day, my mind kept going back to the night before and in the lift. I so wanted to kiss Ethan again and when he came to see me for a legitimate reason I so wanted him to touch my hand or my head, anywhere, but it was short conversation. At 16:45 I got an email from Ethan saying just 17:00 car park. I felt my heart start to beat faster as I walked out of the building and to the car park. Ethan was stood beside his car so I ran up to him and kissed him. A minute or so later the kiss ended and he led me round to my side of the car and opened the door for me. “Thank you kind sir.” I said as I turned, lowered my butt to the seat then swung my legs in. When Ethan got in and we started driving Ethan said, “Most girls don’t get into a car like that any more Claire, they just put one leg in then their butt then lift the other leg in.” “Oh, but won’t they show their knickers to the man who opened the door for them?” “Not many men open the car door for girls any more Claire.” “Oh, do you want me to get into your car like you just said Ethan?” “That is up to you Claire, if you want to show me your knickers that’s fine with me, and if you want to show me that you aren’t wearing any knickers that’s also fine with me.” “I could never not wear knickers.” “Baby steps Claire.” As a short period of silence I said, “Do girls really go to work without any knickers on?” “Some do, and not only to work. Some girls never wear knickers or a bra, it’s no big deal.” “That’s not what my mother used to say she said that a girl with no knickers on is a tramp and a slut.” “You are not you mother and times have changed Claire.” “You’re right, but I’m so used to wearing my big knickers.” “You wear granny pants Claire, wow.” “Stop it Ethan.” “Tell you what, when we go shopping tomorrow we’ll get you some new knickers as well, bras, well maybe, maybe not. You don’t need to wear a bra, you only have nice, small tits that look as though they don’t need a bra for support.” “No they don’t but I couldn’t not wear a bra.” “Your mother told you that didn’t she?” I didn’t answer Ethan because I was thinking. What he was saying made a lot of sense but. ……. I was quiet for the rest of the journey because I was thinking about what Ethan had said, he was suggesting that I didn’t need to wear knickers or a bra. It was only a suggestion and if some of the other girls didn’t wear underwear some of the time then maybe I should start doing the same. And even when I did wear them I should at least wear the type that other girls my age wear not the type that my mother wears. “Jeez,” I thought, “I’ve got a lot of changes to make.” When we got to my building I had a little panic as I thought, “Ethan will be expecting me to invite him in but my place is so small and I haven’t got anything to drink. I bet that his place is much bigger and nicer. Oh what the hell, he’s going to see it eventually.” “Ethan,” I said, “would you like to come up for a coffee? Sorry but I don’t have anything stronger.” “I would love to Claire, and coffee would be great, I’m driving so alcohol is off the menu anyway. Maybe we could go out for a meal later?” “I could cook something, oh wait, I haven’t go much in.” “Cook as well as being beautiful, I’ve hit the jackpot with you Claire.” “Stop it Ethan, you’ll embarrass me.” “You look so cute when you’re embarrassed, maybe I should embarrass you some more. Have you got any baked beans and bread Claire?” “I have.” “So beans on toast will be just fine, I’ll take you out for a good meal tomorrow night, that’s assuming you will come with me.” “Of course I will, I’d love to go to a nice restaurant with you but I haven’t got any nice clothes to wear.” “Claire, as I said before, what you are wearing right now will be fine, or you could just take all you clothes off and come with me naked. No seriously, we’ll get you some nice clothes tomorrow.” “Good, thank you, but I could never walk into a restaurant totally naked.” “But you’d like to.” “What?! No, I’d get arrested.” “But you would if you wouldn’t get arrested.” “Ethan, stop it, you know that I could never go anywhere without any clothes on.” “Baby steps Claire.” I ignored him because it would never happen. Normally I walk up the stairs to my third floor apartment but I led Ethan to the lift and as soon as the doors closed I kissed him, another long passionate one and when the doors opened I stuck my foot in the way of it closing and kept the kiss going. Ethan pulled me to him and put his arms round me and grabbed my butt. My stomach pressed on his and I again felt something hard between us. I’d been thinking about the last time that I felt that hard thing and I realised that it was his cock. Now I’d had all the relevant lessons when I was younger but this was my first, well second, experience of a real cock and it felt so big. My upbringing was telling me to ignore it but my curiosity wanted to see it and touch it. Ethan pulled me harder to him and I moaned. The door banging on my foot got annoying so I broke the kiss and took Ethan’s hand and led him to my apartment. “Sorry about the mess, I’ve never had a visitor before.” I said. “What mess? It looks great to me.” Ethan replied. “Hey Claire, when I first left university I lived in a place smaller than this so I’m quite happy being in this apartment with you.” “Thank you, and I’m happy that you are here. You do realised that you are the first man to be in here, apart from my father when I moved in.” “Then I am honoured.” “It’s only an apartment, not a palace. I’ll just go to the bathroom then I’ll put the beans on, are you sure that beans on toast are okay?” “Prefect.” “I’ll be back in a moment, have a seat, you can put the TV on if you want.” I went to the bathroom and had a pee. Whilst I was sat there I thought, “What if he wants to have sex with me? Shall I let him? Will he dump me if I won’t let him? Judging by what I hear at work all the girls are getting fucked and I haven’t even seen one wedding ring. My mother would have kittens if she knew that I was thinking like this and seriously considering letting Ethan fuck me tonight. Oh well, Ethan does say that times are changing and girls should do what they want, and boy do I want Ethan to fuck me. Shall I take my underwear off? Shall I change into just my nightie and say that I was getting comfortable? Will he think that my nightie is hideous? Shall I take everything off and walk back to him totally naked?” I smiled to myself and chickened out from taking anything off. “Shut up mother.” I said to myself as I pulled my knickers up. A minute later I opened the bathroom door and there was Ethan. “Spying on me were you? There’s no spyholes in any of the doors.” “No Claire, I would never do that to you but give it a month or so and you will be happy for me to be in there with you whilst you’re showering and doing everything else.” “That sounds nice but I’m not that type of girl Ethan.” “Every girl is Claire, it’s just that they haven’t realised it yet. Lots of couples are naked all the time in their homes.” “I can’t see me ever getting to that point.” “Do you want to get to that point Claire, would you like to be naked with me all the time?” “That’s just a fantasy Ethan.” “Is it? Baby steps Claire. So what’s behind this door?” “My bedroom.” I replied and opened the door. “So this is where you play with yourself is it Claire?” I blushed as I remembered the previous night. “No, I’m a good catholic girl.” “So are quite a few of the girls at work and I’ll bet you anything that you like that they have all masturbated in their bedrooms, most of them on a very regular basis.” “You think so?” I asked. “I know so, it’s human nature.” “Mum always ……….” I stopped myself and Ethan said, “You will always be your mother’s daughter Claire but you are a grown woman now. You have to live YOUR life doing what YOU want to do, not try to relive your mother’s life.” “You’re right Ethan, and I’m relying on you to help me do that.” “I will Claire, I will, before you know it I’ll have you cooking meals for us with you wearing only an apron.” “Yeah right, I’m putting the beans and toast on.” I replied and started towards the kitchen area. I got the things together then Ethan came up behind me and put his arms round my waist, his hands resting on my stomach. “That’s nice.” I said as he gently pressed his body to my back and I felt that hard lump against my butt. As Ethan kissed my neck I wondered what it would be like to have his bare cock pressing against my bare butt. The microwave beeped and I turned to get the bowl of beans out. Then the toaster popped up the bread. Thirty seconds later Ethan was sat on the second kitchen chair, the one that I had thought would never get used, and we were eating my unimpressive meal. As we ate I asked Ethan what we were going to do the next day (Saturday) and we planned which shops we were going to visit. When we’d done that and finished eating I looked at Ethan and said, “I know that I’ve got to make a lot of changes, both in what I wear and how I think and act but I’m not sure that I can change the way you want me to.” “Claire, it’s not how I want you to change, it’s how you want to change, and you can Claire, you can become the girl of your dreams and I want to help you get there. You’re stronger than you think Claire. Baby steps, maybe we should stop talking about the endgame and just concentrate on the next little step?” “That sounds good to me Ethan.” “Good, now let’s go and sit down and watch some TV.” “Oh, I thought that you’d want to, you know, have sex Ethan.” “I do Claire, I really do, but we are not going to make love until you are ready. You’ve told me that you are still a virgin and the first time has to be when you want it to be.” “Thank you Ethan, can we just cuddle please?” “Of course we can, come here.” I sat right next to Ethan and leant on him. His response was to put his arm round my neck, his hand hanging down right in front of my right tit. I both wanted him to put his hand on my tit but at the same time I knew that it would embarrass me. We talked about all sorts of things ignoring the TV that had some boring program on. I kept looking down Ethan’s front to the bulge in the front of his trousers which wasn’t getting any smaller. I kept wondering what his cock looked like and what it would feel like to have it inside me. After about an hour and Ethan’s hand occasionally, accidentally brushing against my tit causing me to get quite aroused, after it happened a few times I said, “Sorry, Ethan but I have to go to the bathroom.” His arm moved out of the way, I got up and went. I didn’t need a pee I, I just needed to think. I wanted Ethan’s hand to touch my tit, hell, I wanted him to fuck me, but it would be so embarrassing taking my clothes off. I realised that I’d finally come to the conclusion that my mother was wrong and that it was okay for me to dress like the other girls at work, and for me to have sex with my boyfriend, but how do I get over the embarrassment of getting and being naked with a man, even if he is my boyfriend. I decided that Ethan was right, baby steps, but which baby step was next? Ten seconds later the top of my dress was getting unfastened and my bra was coming off before the dress was fastened up again. It felt very strange not having a bra on but my nipples had gone rock hard, they obviously liked not being covered by a bra. Taking a deep breath I opened the door and walked back to Ethan. He lifted his arm and we resumed the same position as before. With his right hand so close to my right tit that it was tingling a little. That was something new to me but it felt nice. After a few minutes of talking about the TV program I shifted my butt a little and Ethan’s hand suddenly found that it was holding my tit. “Sorry Claire, that wasn’t intentional.” “That’s okay Ethan, leave it there, it feels nice.” Not only did Ethan leave his hand there, he moved it a bit so that he was cupping it from underneath and his thumb was resting on my nipple – through my dress which was made of thickish cotton. After a short time his thumb started caressing my nipple then he said, “You wanted me to do this didn’t you Claire? That’s why you took your bra off isn’t it?” “Yes,” I quietly answered. “How did you know that I’d taken my bra off?” “Your bra would have had to be super thin for me to feel your tit like that and I doubt that you would have worn a bra like that, I’m guessing that your bras are all industrial strength even though you don’t even need to wear one.” “Mother said …… sorry, yes you are right, I’m going to try not wearing one for a while.” “How about all weekend then see what you feel like on Monday morning, but I doubt very much that anyone at work will realise that you are braless.” Ethan held my right tit a bit more firmly, moved his hand up and down a bit then said, “I was right, nice and firm, you’ve got tits to be proud of Claire.” “Thank you Ethan but I’m not ready to show them to anyone - yet.” “So you can see yourself getting topless sometime?” “Well other girls do.” “What about me, are you ready to show them to me yet?” “I. I, I don’t know.” “Do you want me to close my eyes while you take your dress off?” By then, both my tits were tingling and so was my pussy. “What a nice feeling.” I thought. “Yes please, would you close your eyes please Ethan, sorry that I’m so shy, I’ve never been naked in front of any man since I was a baby and I can’t remember that. Even my doctors were women.” “That’s okay Claire, baby steps, you’ll soon be running around here with nothing on.” “I doubt that, but with you I might, are your eyes closed?” “They are.” I got to my feet and started unfastening the top part of my dress. As my tits got uncovered I unfastened the belt and down to the floor went my dress. Somehow I managed to keep my hands at my sides and I’m sure that my face was bright red and my heart was pounding as I said, “Okay, you can open your eyes now Ethan.” I looked at Ethan’s eyes and saw them go up and down me. He had a big smile on his face as he said, “My impressions were right Claire, you really are beautiful, you have a body that you should be proud of and be proud to show it to the whole world.” I was still blushing and my heart was still pounding as Ethan continued, “Will you turn round for me please Claire?” I did, stopping with my back to him. “Yes, I just knew it, a cute, small, round butt, Those cheeks will fit nicely in my hands.” “Can I sit down now please, this is so embarrassing.” “Here, sit on my lap Claire.” I backed up and sat down. It felt so weird being nearly naked and feeling Ethan’s clothes against my bare skin. Ethan put his left arm round me to support my back and his left hand came to rest below my left tit. “Relax Claire, I can feel your heart pounding.” “I’m surprised that my face isn’t burning you, it’s on fire.” Ethan squeezed my body, another strange feeling, then he turned to look at my face and kissed me. This turned into a long, passionate kiss and I started to relax. Then his right hand moved to my right tit and started caressing it causing me to moan through the kiss. My embarrassment was all gone and was replaced by wonderful feelings that I had never experienced before. When the kiss finally broke I lay back in Ethan’s arm and said, “That was amazing Ethan.” “Look at you Claire, nearly naked in my arms and not a hint of embarrassment or even shyness.” “Stop it, I’ll get embarrassed if I think about it.” “Then don’t think, just kiss me.” “I will if you keep playing with my tits.” We did and he did and I enjoyed every millisecond of it. Finally over, we relaxed. Ethan’s hand slid off my tit and down to my waist where it touched the top of my large knickers. “Wow,” Ethan said, “these really are granny pants, your mother has a lot to answer for.” I lifted Ethan’s hand, put it back on my tit and said, “I do have a lot of catching up to do don’t I?” “There’s no hurry Claire, we’ll move at your pace, do new things when you want to do them.” “Thank you Ethan, I love you.” “And I love you too Claire. Maybe I should leave now before I try to do something that you aren’t ready for.” “You mean have sex?” “Yes.” “In spite of my mother always telling me that I every girl should wait until they got married, and I believed that until recently, I now want to have sex with you Ethan.” “It won’t be having sex Claire, it will be love making, there is a difference.” “I guess that you are right. You are also right about the other thing, I am not ready, but I’m getting there, besides, we’re going to have to think about birth control.” “I have some condoms.” Ethan said, “Good, that’s a good start but in spite of the Pope and my mother, I want to have lots of sex and I don’t want to get pregnant. I need to go and see a doctor and discuss the options.” “Do you realise that the doctor may want examine you internally?” “No I didn’t. Oh, that will be embarrassing.” “There’s no need to be embarrassed about your doctor seeing you naked Claire.” “I guess not.” “Think of the end game, or should I say the games that we will be able to play without you getting pregnant.” “Yeah, you’re right, but I haven’t got a doctor. I haven’t got around to registering with one.” “I’ll take you to my doctor before we go shopping in town tomorrow, they have Saturday morning surgeries.” “”Thank you Ethan. “And talking about shopping, we’ve got to do something about those knickers, they’re horrible.” “Yes they are.” Then I surprised myself as I said, “Do you want me to take them off?” “Yes please, but only if YOU want to.” “I do but I’m scared.” “Then don’t, I can wait until you are ready.” I surprised myself again by saying, “Will you take them off for me please?” “Are you sure?” “Yes, quickly please, before I chicken out.” Ethan’s right hand left my right tit and slid down to the top of my knickers and started to pull them down. As you can imagine, pulling down some knickers with one hand whilst the victim(?) is sat in them is nearly impossible and after struggling for a minute or so I said, “Let me go and I’ll stand up.” I got to my feet in front of Ethan not feeling too embarrassed, probably because it had been funny watching him struggle, then both his hands went to the sides of my knickers and he slowly lowered them to the floor. Instinct told me to cover my pussy with my hands but I fought it and I stood there, completely naked, in front of the siting Ethan. Ethan just stared at me with a big smile on his face. “Say something Ethan.” I finally said, “before I get more embarrassed and run to my bedroom.” Ethan put his hands to mine, and replied, “Awesome, fabulous, beautiful, sorry, I can’t think of any more appropriate adjectives at the moment, I’m just too stunned to think straight.” “Stop it Ethan, you really are trying to embarrass me.” “No I’m not, it’s the truth, come here.” Ethan pulled me onto his lap and I again felt that hard bulge, but this time there was less between it and my bare skin. We hugged and kissed for ages with Ethan caressing my tits. After a few minutes Ethan backed off and said, “I really do have to go before I do something we both might regret later.” “You don’t have to go.” “Yes I do, I don’t trust myself.” I was disappointed but I knew what he meant. Then he said, “You’ve taken a few baby steps this evening and I’m proud of you Claire.” Then he moved his hand towards my pussy, got hold of some of my pubic hair and said, “A lot of girls shave all this off. Some leave a little bit at the front but most shave it all off.” “I remember some of the girls at college were bald down there but I assumed that they just never grew any.” “Doubtful, they probably preferred the feeling of being bald.” “Do you think that I should shave mine off?” “Not my decision Claire.” “I might just do that, I’ve got a razor that I use for my arms and legs.” “It’s up to you Claire. Come on, get off me so that I can leave.” I did and I found myself walking to the door and even opening it whilst I was still totally naked. Ethan put his arms around me and have me a long kiss. I wanted it to go on for ever but at the same time my naked body was visible to anyone who walked along the corridor. Finally Ethan left, I shut the door and lent back on it. “Oh my gawd, what an evening. Look at me, I’m stark naked behind my front door and Ethan has been playing with my tits. Oh may gawd. But it was nice, I wonder if Ethan will do the same tomorrow. I walked over to my knickers and dress and was about to put them on when I thought, “No, Ethan is right, no one can see me so what does it matter?” But it did feel strange walking around my apartment tidying up. When I went to the bathroom I did my usual routine the stood in front of the mirror and looked down at my pubic hair. I could understand why a lot of girls shaved theirs off, I’m sure that it was more hygienic and it wouldn’t look as ugly. I decided that when I shaved my arms and legs in the morning I would also shave all of my pussy. I hoped that Ethan would like the new me. “Baby steps.” I said to myself as I went and got into bed, another first for me, another baby step and it felt nice, so nice that I wondered why I hadn’t done it before. As I lay there reflecting on my evening I decided that I it had been a good evening. Ethan had said baby steps but I thought that overall I had taken quite a leap towards being like the other girls at work. My right hand drifted to my tits and I decided to see if I could replicate the feelings that I’d had when Ethan caressed them. As I caressed my tits the feelings came back but not as strong as when Ethan did it. Then my hand slid down to my pussy. Of course I knew what was where and I’d been to all the relevant lessons when I was younger but I’d never really played around there because both my mother and the nuns had told me that it was sinful. I was really questioning that now so I let my fingers explore and I quickly discovered that there was a lot of pleasure to be had by rubbing my clitoris. So much pleasure that at first I thought I was dying but then I remembered listening to the girls in the break room and I realised that I had had my first orgasm. Wow, I now knew what I’d been missing all those years and I wanted Ethan to give me more, lots more. I’d just settled and was trying to got to sleep when I heard my phone ringing. Because I really only had a mobile for emergencies I immediately assumed that something had happened to one of my parents. The phone was in my bag in the lounge area so I jumped out of bed and ran to get it. “Hi baby steps,” Ethan said, “I just wanted to hear your voice.” “Oh hi Ethan, it’s good to hear from you. I guess that I need to start keeping my phone close-by from now on.” “I didn’t wake you did I?” “No, it’s just, never mind, it isn’t important” “Are you still naked Claire?” “Yes I am, it was a nice feeling getting into bed without any clothes on.” “Did you play with yourself?” I blushed even though it was pointless, then replied, “Yes I did, and I gave myself my first orgasm” “Wow, I wished that I had been there to witness it.” “Sorry, I should have not played with my pussy I should have waited until you were here.” “No, no, you make yourself cum when ever you want.” “I want you to make me cum Ethan.” “I will Claire, I will, starting tomorrow. We talked some more then said goodnight and I went to bed. *****

Baby Sister by SZENSEI Copyright© 2022 by SZENSEI Episode 5: ARCHIpElago “You look radiant Esperanza.” Oscar Barnett wore a blue polo shirt and white cargo pants, unusual for a Billionaire to be dressed as such, but it was his Honeymoon. That, and Oscar was old school who wore whatever felt right in the moment. When you had as much moolah as he had he could wear nothing but a speedo to kiss the Pope’s ring and get away with it. Standing out on a veranda over the South Pacific Ocean he turns to find his new bride Esperanza Blanco, now Barnett, in a white micro bikini that barely hid her deliciously perfect instruments of seduction. For being 34 she still looked 20. Pleasantly reeling from Oscar’s challenging lifestyle, she fought hard to prove her devotion. Esperanza had been her own boss for so long that it was proving difficult not to follow her own lead. Greed might have pursued her judgment in marrying this charming older man, thinking him to kick the bucket in a few years and leave her ridiculously wealthy. Her alluring games had been so very perfected that it quickly became impossible for Oscar to leave her behind. He knew she was a slippery critter, but she had met her match. “Do you think Randolph will approve?” Esperanza teased him. She referred to Randolph Heinrich, their German bodyguard whom Oscar ordered to have sex with Esperanza on their Learjet just before landing yesterday. “Don’t you go getting too cozy with the hired help Mrs. Barnett. Unless I allow it.” He raised his daiquiri toward her as he leaned against the brass metal railing of their hotel room balcony. “You know I did that for a good reason.” “I will not question your reasons, Husband. I merely wish to see if I can make you jealous.” “Not in my DNA Esperanza. Won’t be the last man I let fuck the holy hell out of you.” “Really? Am I merely your plaything?” “Course you are. One wearing a very expensive rock on her finger I might add.” “If you wish to share me then I am yours to do so.” “I knew that the day I set eyes on you in Cartagena. You saw money, I saw slut. I think we can work well together, don’t you?” “You think of me as a slut?” “We both know you are, so don’t try that moody stuff on an ole’ fox like me. I’m just as much of a freak as you are Darlin’. Likely more so. I’ll always take care of you but you’re gonna do things for me too. If I need a seduction, you’re gonna obey. Is that clear? Business dealings and fun time go hand in hand.” “I see.” She joins him out on the veranda and steals his daiquiri, sipping it almost flirtatiously, “Is this truly our honeymoon or is this business as you say?” “Bit of both. I figured you needed a nice break from being a mother, where you can really unwind. Out here in the middle of nowhere you can be you. It’s time I told you more about yourself. When I met you at that fancy ball in Cartagena, I knew who you were long before we got introduced.” “Yes. Through my modelling agent.” “Not even close. That piss ant Rodrigo was just the go between. I knew of you because of your high paid escort keeper, let’s call him as he really is ... your pimp. Money making filly like you has a gift. I’m gonna use that gift to its fullest. You understand me?” “Of course. I am your prostitute.” “My wife. I do got me some feelings in this ole’ ticker Esperanza. I’m just lettin’ you know I will be using this perfect body of yours anytime I want. Any way I need.” “Oscar?” She poises a finger with a well-constructed red nail. “I have only one thing to say. Please allow me to speak.” “Talk.” “There is no need to ever threaten me. I am yours, body and soul. I will obey and love my husband unconditionally.” “Countin’ on that. “ He smirks, “Get your own drink.” He steals his daiquiri back then kisses her on the lips with passion. Twirling her to face the ocean he lays his chin on her golden shoulder, her raven tress tickling his nostrils in the breeze as they observe the beach. In the early morning it was full of activity. In her exploration of the locals and vacationers something odd struck her. “I thought this was a nude beach.” “Illegal as hell here on the main island. Not that I couldn’t change that with my wallet but why blow all my wad in one place. We’ll be boating out to our real honeymoon palace here around noon. Your bikini there covers just enough not to get ya arrested.” “Just enough? One tug and everything will pop out.” She shows him how right she was, pulling her thin bottoms up into her labia with the gentlest of lifts. “Risk you take, now ain’t it, Mrs. Barnett?” “Your money will bail me out.” “Hell, woman! The kind of money I have I could buy an orgy on that beach and invite the government to join on three hours interest. Illegal or not, that word gal is part of the term. “Mmmm! That does sound fun.” “Missing Maria yet?” “Of course. Are you certain she is well taken care of in my absence?” “My boys have her wrapped around their pinkies by now.” He wiggles his left pinky taunting her. Seeing this gave her a chill. He had an enormous pinky, much like every facet of his anatomy. “Husband? It is I that you own. Not my daughter.” “I own what I own Esperanza. You got no say in that.” “I-- yes Husband.” Her heart froze for a brief instant. She decided biting her lip was in her best interest. He knew by her eyes that she connected the dots, that the beautiful young woman she had kept from men all of her life was lost to her. The future suddenly became blurry. “Let’s not get all weepy. You can bet your lil’ lady will never want for anything. I’ll treat her as if she’s my own. Mostly because, she is right now.” “Forgive me Husband, I must let this as you say ... sink in. I have protected Maria from the abuse of men. She is an innocent flower.” “She loves me, she loves me not. Sooner or later there’s no more pedals to pluck. Just a naked stem. We here to talk about her or are we here to celebrate?” “Celebrate of course. I will keep my thoughts to myself.” “That’s what I needed to hear. I’ll make you a happy woman Esperanza. Just learn what’s expected of ya.” “Of this I am unclear. I trust you will explain.” “All in good time. Times even.” As he hugs her from behind, they hear a landline phone ring behind them in the room. “That’s probably Archie.” “Who is this, Archie?” “Old friend of mine from New Orleans. Made his way here to Fiji to live out his days. He’s the owner of that island resort we’re boating out to. I might stop halfway and try my hand at deep sea fishing. Bound to be a marlin out there with my name on it.” “And what shall I do while you fish?” “Sunbathe and tease the captain.” He winks, “Let me get that phone.” Entering their room Oscar snatches up the antique looking French style dial phone. “Howdy!” He answered then grinned, “Archibald Bigalow, how the hades are ya? Yup! We made it to the main island. That boat you arranged fueled up and safe?” He knew it was, this was just a formality to impress his bride. “I don’t wanna be stranded at sea. Good man! How’s ... the girls?” He listens while watching Esperanza absorbing their conversation. Again, she stole his daiquiri mischievously. This time he allowed it. “Busty and oiled up just like I like ‘em? Hot damn, Arch. I cannot wait for you to meet my bride. She puts your girls to shame and she’s old ... younger than some of them.” He changes his tune chuckling. Esperanza merely playfully sneered, smirking at his quick wit. It was exactly this kind of bulletproof charm that captured her heart. That, and a fat wallet. Perhaps his enormous cock had a part in it. Package deal. “Sixty miles out to sea? Well now, that’s gonna be fun. I told the missus I might weigh anchor and do me some marlin fishin’. I’ll have the boat captain message you an ETA once I’ve hooked me a backstabber. You still have that gal pal of yours, what was her name? Brunhilda? Right, the Norwegian bodybuilder. She was good for a few laughs and a hearty massage. Perfect, have her waitin’ on the dock all greased up and posin’ biceps. Thank ya Archibald, I owe ya one. What? Tortoise rides? Ummm! Sure, Esperanza would look damned sexy on a hardtop. See you soon Arch.” Hanging up he reclaims his half empty drink and grimaces. “Get your ass down to the bar and bring us up a pitcher. Charge it to the room.” “As attired?” “Now that you mention it...” Oscar removes her top and winks. “Take Randy with ya. I’ll be fine. If anyone gives you trouble you just tell them Big Daddy’s paying the tab. Shake those tits and hurry on back. Belly’s growling too. Bring up some crab cakes.” “Do we not have room service in this hotel?” “Course we do. Ain’t no fun in that.” A light slap to fluff up both of her large full breasts she flares her big brown eyes with intrigue. “You will get me out of jail?” “You won’t be going to no Fiji barhop. Well, the bar downstairs just not the one behind bars. Here!” He goes to his luggage and produces a tiny pin with his company insignia, known around the world. Crouching in front of Esperanza he pins it to her bikini bottoms directly where her clitoris resided. Patting his work, she felt it press against her pierced clit and moaned a simple, “Mmmm! You take my breath away Husband.” He stood up and squinted his eyes at her with a stern tone, “Easily done.” She found herself tense at his words. Before she could ponder it, further Oscar turned her back to him pointing her toward the door. With a whistle at her perfect ass, a slap sent her on her way. Even under duress Esperanza Blanco-Barnett could not help but smile. Even worried about Maria this was her first and only honeymoon. She would try her best to enjoy herself. Opening the front door their bodyguard Randolph stood vigil until her arrival. Doing his best to overlook her beautiful perky tits he averted his gaze to Oscar for directions. “Take her to the cantina. Help her carry up our order, just don’t spill the drinks. Oh, and slap her ass a few times on the way down. Redden up those delicious cheeks.” Randolph, never much for words nodded his agreement, sealing the rooms door behind her, orders embraced. Letting her take the lead the guard followed her with admiration to the elevator at the end of the hall. Hiding a sheepish smile Esperanza wiggled her ass a bit more dramatically than necessary awaiting his palm to collide with her welcoming cheeks. While awaiting the elevator to rise she flirted with her eyes meeting the German’s strict gaze. “Are you going to defy my Husband?” He ignored her until the elevator door hushed open, just as she stepped over the threshold, he provided a massive hand to her left buttock with a resounding impact that made her jump. A momentary pain fevered across her cheek delighting her. Entering fully, she let him press the floor button to the lobby then moved behind her. Door closed the elevator descended, in wait she stepped back into Randolph and pressed her ass up against his crotch. “You are happy to see me.” Nothing! Not a word. He merely stood like a statue as she rubbed her ass along his lengthy beast. “Very happy indeed. I enjoyed your company on the flight. My husband is quite giving.” Without warning she twirls in step and palms his face, rising up on her toes to kiss him on the lips. She with passion, he with lack of interest. Realizing it, she eased away with a pout. “I see. You only do as you are ordered. Perhaps a few more spanks then?” She turns away and bends forward, her bikini thong disappearing into her butt crack never to be seen again. Again, he ignored her seductive plea. With the elevator reaching its destination she stood erect and fidgeted. He was no fun unless told to be. Bodyguards were just too strict in their operation. As high paid as Randy here was there could be no room for error. As difficult as that was! Letting her move ahead of him she explored the lush lobby; palm trees and beautiful floral arrangements made the lobby appear elegant. She merely added to that elegance. Tits bouncing with each step she took, all eyes were on her, very hungry eyes at every turn. Only a native female employee looked her way with confusion, wondering if she should warn her of no public nudity. Noting the woman’s uncertainty Esperanza faced her and pointed down at her pin’s insignia. Instantly the woman brightened up her doubt and waved pleasantly. “This is quite fun. My new husband has as they say clout. Perhaps I should tip the bartender with the rest of my bikini.” In her lingering state Randolph inspired her to move on with another deafening swat to her other cheek. The female worker merely fanned her flushed features. This was exciting. “I am going. You are a strange one Randolph. Am I not appealing to your imagination?” That caught his eye, he lowered his gaze to her butt as she peered over her shoulder at him with sparkling desire. Without meeting eyes, he simply adjusted his tortured cock beneath his slacks. Good enough for Esperanza, at least he was offering her insight. Reaching the bar, it was filled with men and women alike. Esperanza’s sudden appearance startled the women, lured by her beauty while wishing they could be so daring. Noting their men shamelessly staring, drool forming across their lips sent mixed signals. While jealousy sprang to life, they also knew their men would likely take out their newfound lust on them, not this goddess of a woman. Even when their men voiced their opinion by complimenting Esperanza’s every asset quite provocatively, the wives, girlfriends, mistresses kept mum. Let their men enjoy this moment. They would inevitably turn their attentions on them. It was rather amusing. Absorbing their interest in her, Esperanza made her rounds discovering those men that inspired her most. Randolph stepped back and let her do her thing. She knew a favorable report to Oscar would make him happy. Dazzling the gentlemen with greetings of flirtatious fingers she employed her hands further by teasing her areolas in a swirl of excitement. The bar seemed to come alive in that moment. A few men stood up and left their mates behind to pursue this Hispanic beauty. Offers to buy her drinks, jewelry, cars enticed her as she showed off her massive diamond ring to let them know she was taken. Those men uncaring of her marital status moved closer, agitating Randolph to ease in defensively. Catching his advance Esperanza pointed at him sternly, “You will refrain.” Randolph growled but stepped back, Esperanza immediately felt her power for the first time. She rather enjoyed the adrenalin surge. Easing up to one gentleman she caressed his chest with prowling nails scratching at his unbuttoned shirt, beguiling him with her eyes. “Your woman does not object to your abandonment?” “Probably! My credit card shuts her down. You are incredibly beautiful.” “You are not the only one to notice this.” Two other men circle her like sharks demanding attention. Following them peripherally she finds them too worried to interrupt, confidence slipping. Expecting them to lose interest she smacks her own ass to reignite their lust. Chin to her soft shoulder she entrances them into taking a chance by merely whispering, “You may.” Powerful allure indeed, the two men move in behind her and begin caressing her ass, the man in front palming her breasts. Feeling the energy, she tilts her neck to the side and tempts them further. A kiss to her neck quickly accepted she finds herself lost in the moment. Her chest’s caregiver opted to feed upon a nipple without asking. Noting Randolph himself circling her for security reasons in case things escalated to higher ground, she stuck her tongue out at him. For the first time her bodyguard smiled with a hint of stress. “Much better.” She thought. Hearing a loud crisp grumble, the men hesitate to find Oscar Barnett standing next to the cluster of lustful opinions. “Do I gotta get my own pitcher?” She knew he couldn’t resist spying on her antics. Staying up in their room was never his real plan. “This one offered to buy me a drink Husband.” “Good man. Buy us a pitcher of daiquiris and meet us at that empty table over there. You two buying?” Oscar winces at the stragglers. Both men decline and move on, only the first admirer had the balls to stick it out. Calling over a waitress with a deafening Texas whistle Oscar told her to bring two pitchers of daiquiris, peach and strawberry. The challenging gent then watched Oscar pick his wife up brusquely and throw her over his shoulder. Untethering her bikini bottoms he yanks them from her body and tosses them at Randolph. “You can sniff ‘em.” He then took his wife to the vacant table and sat down with her in his lap. “I’d start kissin’ if I were you Missus Barnett.” Storming her husband’s lips, she let her hands roam across his chest, dragging his polo shirt up to reach his flesh beneath. The welcomed man joined them in an open chair on the other side of the table. Observing the married couple enjoying themselves the man looked toward his own mate, a luscious curvy blond similar to actress Margot Robbie. Nothing to sneeze at herself she merely sipped her drink watching with curiosity. Snapping his fingers called her to him. Leaving her table the blond strutted her stuff, long legs garnering attention nearly as much as the totally nude Esperanza. Patting his own lap, the blond accepted his request, and they too began kissing. While the table kept busy the waitress returned with two pitchers and only three glasses. She apologized on deaf ears and went for a fourth now that the blond had joined them. Even the waitress had to admire Esperanza with a giddy smile. Being bisexual, she rather appreciated the showing. The entire bar pretty much felt the same. After a healthy portrait of steamy kisses, Oscar had his fingers teasing Esperanza’s clit. Her pussy was soaked. Once he broke their lip lock Oscar winked at her before switching his gaze toward the blond across the table. Esperanza loved her man, all thoughts on her daughter had been set aside for another day. Clearing his throat again Oscar captured the attention of their neighbors. “You look like a money man.” Oscar pointed out. “I do alright.” The man nodded. “Marni sneakers from Italy I notice. Last I looked $800 a pair. I personally own ten.” “Four. Well played.” “Oscar Barnett.” He extended a hand, a very wet one from his wife’s juicy cunt. Accepting his gesture and feeling the wetness the man grinned. “Sterling Silverman. My mother’s choice of names I’m afraid. This is Priscilla.” “Obviously not your wife. Escort?” “You are quite observant Mr. Barnett.” “Just Oscar. Pleasure to meet you, Sterling.” He turns his attention toward Esperanza, “Mrs. Barnett?” “Yes Husband?” “Why are you not sucking my dick?” Without a verbal response Esperanza dropped from his lap and knelt between his legs. Unzipping his cargo shorts and digging in with effort to handle his eleven-inch monstrosity she devoured him. Sterling had to lean forward for a visual, his escort flaring her big blue eyes at the enormous cock, Esperanza claiming seven inches of that, unable to bottom out. Seeing Oscar’s pride and joy Sterling puckered his lower lip, “Money can’t buy that.” “Course it can.” Oscar reached next to Esperanza’s bobbing head to procure a wad of cash from his pocket. Revealing it to Sterling he begins to peel off hundred-dollar bills until reaching a thousand. “That should get her dress off.” He winks at the blond who trembled at the offer. She was not as bold as Esperanza, but greed was quite the intoxicant needed to escape her nerves. Sterling chuckles, “Your move Priss.” The blond stood up and reached behind her to unzip her dress. Slithering it off she stood in only a black lace bra and G-string. Another hundred-dollar bill planted in the pile Oscar winks, “Bra.” Off it went to express a stunning set of 36C’s with bullet sized nipples. “Pour us some drinks.” Priscilla took the pitcher of peach and poured two glasses, expecting Esperanza to be too busy to bother. Once filled Oscar toasts Sterling, “Too good ole’ fashioned sluts. I’m not buying that slingshot Sweetheart. Donate it.” Sensing his requirement Priscilla peeled her G-string off and looked around her for a worthy target. The bartender seemed very intrigued by the events; the waitress having pointed them out. Taking a deep breath Priscilla prowled across the bar and handed the bartender her G-string. It instantly went to his nostrils for a vivid scent. She blew him a kiss then strutted back to Sterling’s side. “See how easy that was Sterling?” “I do indeed. You have enlightened me, Oscar. I do believe our adventures are just beginning Priscilla.” She remained silent but blushed. Taking out his own wallet Sterling peels out his own grand before the blonds sparkling green eyes. “Why are you not sucking my cock?” He repeated Oscar’s earlier demand. Just as Priscilla began to kneel Oscar cleared his throat a third time for the morning. He then rifled off another thousand in hundreds, “I can use two sets of lips.” Sterling, taken by surprise finds Priscilla indecisive on what to do. She was paid for by Sterling to accompany him so a certain devotion rose to mind. A third thousand via Oscar made her shrug and move over to Oscar. Rubbing Esperanza’s back to let her know she was joining her, the blond shared in licking Oscar’s third arm. “That’s how you drum up business Sterling. What’s your venture?” “Yachts. My family has built boats for two hundred years in some fashion.” “No shit! My boat here is fishing up mermaids. You’re lagging behind Sterling. Best catch up.” Seeing the native waitress returning with a fourth glass Sterling found inspiration and showed the young woman a thousand dollars. “Feeling a good tip?” Sterling flirted. Eyes bulging the waitress took a moment to watch Esperanza and Priscilla feasting on Oscar, Esperanza encouraging her husband to let her lower his cargos to his ankles via tugs for better freedom. This gave Priscilla the necessary edge required to suckle Oscar’s bulbous scrotum. Once achieved Barnett merely raises his glass at the waitress. Yet again Oscar shows him up revealing another thousand, the table was full of cash. It became a bidding war. Sterling drops a hundred. Oscar dropped two. The waitress was beet red but intrigued all the same. Finally, Oscar revealed a thousand-dollar bill to her. Eyes like saucers she swoons holding her chest. Just as Sterling growled at his loss Oscar chuckled. “Get that waitress uniform off and suck off ole’ Sterling.” A second thousand dollar bill the waitress caved. Off her dress came revealing a curvy booty and large breasts. Down she went like a rock, unzipping Sterling and going for broke. The entire bar applauded her. That alone gave the waitress the courage to do her best. If there were any security guards, they were taking a nap. “I couldn’t hog all the glory Sterl.” Oscar smirked, “Miss Priss here has some mighty warm lips. Missus Barnett?” He snaps his fingers to break Esperanza’s trance, “Get your happy ass up and on this here table. Spread those fine lips and beg to be licked.” Rising with a feverish expectation Esperanza eased onto the table amid the piles of cash, careful not to knock over the pitchers as the men assist in replacing the cold pitchers so that they touched her ribs giving her the chills. Once positioned Oscar looks out at the other customers and raises his voice, “DRINKS ON ME. TONGUES ON HER.” In a flurry of excitement, the two earlier men found the courage to race over and take turns eating out Esperanza. She felt like paradise was hers. More interested men, some women found themselves lining up for the opportunity to taste the goddess. Ignoring the feeding frenzy Oscar patted Priscilla’s cheek, “Leave your call girl card with my guard over there. I’ll be purchasing your services in the future. I’m going to cum in that beautiful mouth and you’re going to take your money, Sterling there, AND the waitress to your room. Understood?” She nods with her mouth full of fist sized girth. Grunting Oscar Barnett unloaded into her throat until the blond swallowed his current with bliss. Kissing his crown upon retreat she licked the entirety of his shaft including his balls to make certain she didn’t miss a droplet. Easing away as his palm caressed her cheek she stood up and moved around the crowd to Sterling’s side. Gathering up her money without counting it she knelt to show the feasting waitress. With a whispered offer the waitress nodded her desire to participate. Sterling found himself unable to resist as both women lured him away. For a country so against nudity, wealth was keeping things moving right along. Randy showed Oscar the girl’s number. With a point toward the bar from Oscar, Randy went to meet with the manager about his waitress. He was informed that if she lost her job, so did he. A raise was even set in motion. Good deed of the day! Putting his dick away Oscar stood up to stretch then leaned in to listen to Esperanza speak in Spanish about how she loved her adventure. “How we doin’ Missus Barnett?” “You are the most remarkable man I have ever known. So, giving of my needs.” “You’re gonna return the favor when I tell ya to. Cum on that tongue and get your ass upstairs. Boat leaves in lil’ over an hour.” “I have so many in waiting.” She pouts. The line was up to seven, four men, three women. “Easy enough to fix. SURROUND MY MISSUS AND EAT HER ALIVE. BARTENDER? FILL ‘EM UP.” Oscar grabs the pitchers and leaves her behind. Walking up to Randolph he leans toward him to whisper, “First screaming orgasm you pick her up and carry her to the room, twitchin’ and kickin’.” A mere confirmed nod by the bodyguard Oscar took his leave. A rush to all angles swarmed Esperanza. Her entire body discovered warm probing lips and tongues. Both nipples devoured by two women. Enduring her ecstasy for a good ten minutes the masculine tongue eating her cunt was drowned, squirting excessively around his entire face. Screaming at the top of her lungs Esperanza Blanco-Barnett convulsed as if living through a 7.5 earthquake. Nudging folks aside Randolph plucked her body from the table and tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He could feel her trembling all the way upstairs. In her predicament Randolph felt compelled to slap her ass from the elevator to the room. She yelped laughing all the way home. Kicking open the ajar door Randolph carried her to the king size bed and hurled her onto it. She immediately searched for Oscar her palms caressing her blankets. “Husband?” “Balcony. Get showered. I’ll lay a dress out for ya.” “As you wish!” She swiftly heads to the bathroom and cleanses herself of her sexual encounters. Meanwhile, outside Oscar Barnett stood with his cell to his ear. “How’s it comin’ along with Miss Maria?” He waited to reveal his phone until Esperanza was out of view, he had forbidden cells on their trip but was definitely not following his own decision. “Kid’s as naïve as they get Pop.” Matthew Barnett filled his father in. “She gave Wiley a hand job. He says she was really into it. She wants to become a fully realized woman before her momma gets back. We’re all telling her that comes with training and she’s all in. Owen gave her a body massage and ate her out. She loved his tongue.” “That makes it a Blanco thing. Her momma just got ate out in the bar.” “Nice! Oh, get this, we have her believing clothing causes cancer in women. She’s sworn off clothes. She’s walking around naked just like Wiley. We’re going to push Maria hard and get results. Don’t you worry Pop. Baby Sister is gonna blow your mind when you get back home.” “Sight to behold I bet. She better. I’m considering something over here, but I’m gonna keep my plans to myself for now. You boys have fun. Don’t knock her up!” “You sure you’re okay us taking her virginity?” “Bleed her out Boy. Saves me the time.” “Yes Sir.” “Turning my cell off soon as I hang up. Any issues you deal with it.” “Won’t be any issues Pop. The kid is curious as hell.” “That’s my boy. See you in a month.” “Have a good honeymoon Old Man.” No further words Oscar hung up and shut his cell down. Sneaking back into the bedroom he hid his cell in his luggage within a shaving kit. Pouring another daiquiri, he sat in a recliner aimed at the bathroom door. “Seems both the Blanco gals are comin’ along nicely. Esperanza could still put up a fight over Maria. She might need a reality check I’m thinkin’.” Pondering the future Oscar Barnett sat quietly listening to Esperanza singing in the shower. She was quite the songbird. Drink polished off his thoughts on today returned. Tomorrow could wait! Deciding her dress to be a floral print maxi that touched her ankles but with a slit up the left side reaching her hip, he complimented her with strapped tan heels that wound around her lower calves. Shower successful, makeup reapplied she examined his choices with an approving kiss to his lips. Once dressed Esperanza would be breathtaking. “Ready to head for Gilligan’s Island?” She winced, “I thought it was Archie’s Island.” “I forgot you’re not a TV Lander. My fault.” “I happen to enjoy the water. I have spent many dates on private yachts.” “Maybe I’ll let you take a cruise with ole’ Sterling then. Him being a yacht aficionado.” “Only if you give him permission.” “We’ll see.” A bellhop collecting their luggage, the loving couple headed out, Randolph assisting the bellhop in carrying their bags to an awaiting taxi. Off to the wharf they went reaching a magnificent marina of sailing vessels. Upon arrival they were met by a young man most likely underage. He was asked to guide them out to their boat. Careful not to trip over her stiletto heels in the planks Esperanza whined at every step taken, fearful of falling. Finally, the boy grabbed Oscar’s luggage allowing him to give her a piggyback ride the remainder of the journey. She clung to her husband like a second skin, her slit wide open as her legs wrapped his waist revealed her nude thighs quite easily. The boy peeking was encouraged by Randolph to stop staring. Beet red the teen moved on until they reached the boat. “There’s our ride.” Oscar reached a palm up to caress his wife’s cheek. The name of the 60-foot Cantius yacht caught her off guard. “The boat is named after me?” Sure, enough Esperanza was written on the side, “Oscar, I am so very honored.” “I figured it would be a nice wedding gift. The rubber lifeboat has Maria written on it.” He chuckled. “Keeping it in the family.” “You must take a picture to show her. She will be giddy.” “Randolph? Snap a pic for us.” Setting his bags aside Randolph watches the boy scurry about in taking them to the yacht. Setting Esperanza down the couple hugs one another from the side and poses for a photo with Randolph’s personal cell, capturing the name next to them. “We can get a photo of the lifeboat later. Let’s get aboard and set sail.” Moving closer to the boat the boy met them at a ladder. Watching Oscar climb aboard first, he motions Randolph to assist Esperanza up the steps. Stilettos were so not the right shoe to wear. Hands on her hips Randolph supports her, the breeze billowing her slit skirt again allows the boy to peek up under her dress for a greedy lustful view. That is until a man above on the boat made it clear that the lad was being a nuisance. “Gholli!! Stop being nosey. You can go on home now.” The man in a Captain’s cap helped Oscar pull her aboard, her cleavage dipping low in climbing over. Oscar had insisted no underwear. The captain caught a glimpse of areolas as well as her wink. “Welcome aboard Mrs. Barnett. Congratulations on the nipples ... I mean nuptials. That just got me fired.” He chuckled, “Sorry Oscar.” “Don’t be. Esperanza this here is Captain Ron Worley. Known him since 2009. Best navigator in the business.” “It is a pleasure, Captain Ron.” She beguiles him with flirty eyes over her dark sunglasses, her long raven curls billowing in the breeze. “Weren’t that a Kurt Russell movie?” Oscar winced. “Funny, you even look like ole’ Kurt.” “I get it all the time. Go get settled. Waters pristine today so it should be a smooth ride.” “Know a nice fishing spot? I wanna cast and catch me a marlin.” “I can shut down about thirty miles out. Poles are waiting.” “Good man! Randolph why don’t you take the missus here and show her the cabin. Take the baggage with ya.” Claiming the luggage Randolph escorts her below deck into a luxurious cabin with everything they could possibly want, even champagne was chilling in an ice bucket. Setting their bags aside Randolph turns into Esperanza who was up close and personal. Before he could react, she jumped into his arms and forced a kiss upon his lips. Teetering in step his right hand slipped under her skirts slit and grabbed her ass cheek. They kissed a good three minutes before falling back upon the Queen-sized bed. Crawling over him she sat on his bulging slacks and continued kissing him. He did not force her away this time. Hearing Oscar talking failed to stop her. As long as her husband was busy above discussing the trip, she continued her seduction. Unzipping his fly, she procured his beast from hiding and stroked his length favorably. “You must guard my body with your life.” She coaxed him. “Sit on my cock.” He actually spoke. His German accent was very sexy. Complying she guided her skirt aside and straddled his beast, riding him hard. Just as she began moaning loudly the yacht’s engines fired up. The rumble was enough to allow her to escalate her desires into a full-blown cry of ecstasy. Esperanza enjoyed her ride feeling the yacht leave the docks and head out to open water. Cumming hard on his dick she leaned forward over him still gyrating her hips. Kissing him feverishly she felt him tensing up under her. Snarling into her mouth he nutted hard, Esperanza squealing at the ferocity of his blazing gun. “I adore your cock.” She huffed with a stimulating hiss. “You should get off of me before Mister Barnett catches us.” “You will fuck me again Randolph. I demand it.” “I’m not yours to order around.” “Am I not? I am the boss’s wife. You must obey me.” “Not how it works. Get off of me.” “No.” She tries riding him again until he snarls and rolls her over under him. Taking charge, he risks everything and pounds her cunt as hard as he could until they both climaxed together. Once done he pulled out and quickly zipped up. Esperanza could not stop smiling. Teasing him with her stiletto as if she could stab his balls at any moment he growls. “I like my job Mrs. Barnett. It has its benefits. If this happens again it’s only because Mister Barnett allowed it. I’m going topside to enjoy the sunshine. You should too.” “A lovely idea.” She rolls out of bed and removes her dress, leaving only her heels on. Caressing him in passing she marches right up the short staircase and out into view. Looking up at the captain’s perch she blew Oscar a kiss. He was manning the wheel just for fun. The true Captain spotting her gorgeous body puckered and patted Oscar’s shoulder. “You married a wild one.” “Don’t I always?” Oscar chuckled. “True that. Maggie was something. Whatever happened to Maggie?” “Grew tired of her. By the way, you did a good job painting over Maggie’s name on the side of the boat.” “There’s a great detail business on the mainland. Cheap and quick about it. Glad you approve.” “I got the rudder Ron. Why don’t you go get Esperanza a towel to lay out on. Oil my girl up so she doesn’t burn her tushy.” “You mind?” “Fuck her if you want. Just make sure she looks me in the eye from down there on deck.” “You’re the man Oscar. Stay on course, due East. Don’t deviate or we’ll miss the target. Eye the mileage gauge and stop at the thirty-mile marker.” “You plan on fucking Esperanza that long?” He laughed, “Get on down there, Cap.” Another shoulder slap Ron made his way down to the deck and found Esperanza enjoying the breeze. She was stunning. Narrowing his eyes at Randolph to step aside, Ron went down long enough to grab a beach towel and some suntan lotion. Coming back up he marched directly out to Esperanza and made his presence known. “Deck’s gonna stick to your ass. I brought you a towel to lay out on.” “Gracias.” She smiled wiping strands of hair from her gaze. “You brought lotion.” “I did. Gotta stay protected out here. Zero shade.” “You will apply this lotion?” “It’d be my honor.” “My husband has given you permission?” “Told me to cum inside your ass.” He exaggerated knowing exactly what he wanted to do. “Then, you must.” “Spread the towel out and lay on your belly, I’ll coat you with lotion then work the front.” “Perhaps you will be my shade.” “Sure! I’ll take the heat.” He chuckled kneeling next to her and squeezing suntan lotion on her back, in a trail that went from her shoulder blades down to the crevice of her cheeks. Setting the bottle aside he took full advantage over massaging every inch of her. “Your hands are delightful Captain Ron.” “Your body is delightful Mrs. Barnett.” “Shall we forego my front for now and give my husband a show?” “We can do that.” Ron stands up and disrobes completely and weights his clothes down with a knee to be certain the breeze didn’t steal them overboard. Pepping Esperanza to lift her ass he spits over her butt pucker and then his nice firm eight-inch anchor head. Introducing his crown up to her cavity he nudged deep. She was used to anal fairly often, so she took his arrival with glee. Waving up at Oscar she expressed the pleasure of his penetration. Randolph turned away and joined Oscar by the controls. “Mister Barnett?” “Randy?” “She seduced me in the cabin.” “Good. You know I’m fine with you Randy. I trust you 100% to do the right thing even if it was wrong in the beginnin’.” “May I speak freely Sir?” “Always.” “She is very hard to resist.” “How she should be. Look at ole’ Ron go.” He grinned, “The Missus sure likes her anal.” Down below Ron grabs her by her hair and yanks her head back. “Look up at your Husband. Lock eyes and let him know how much you love his gift.” “I can do that without your insistence Captain. I have locked eyes with my Husband since you began. I know how best to give him what he wants.” “Your ass is perfect.” “You may spank me.” “I planned on that without you telling me.” He slaps her cheek hard, the bite stinging. Five more harsh slaps redden her cheek. Each time she yelped and gyrated with his thrusts for a better feel than just lying there ass high with expectation. Crying out loudly in a verbal symphony Esperanza had an orgasm that rocked the boat. Moments later Ron detonated into her ass and fucked her so hard his cum frothed out around the brim of her anus. Pulling out in a messy web of white devil he watches her muscle control squeeze out his cream pie filling. Laughing he rubbed his cum on her ass instead of lotion. “Better than Neutrogena. I call my load Nutrogina.” “Are you done Captain? I hope not.” “Fuck it!” Ron forces her onto her back and lifts her legs behind her ears and hits her pussy hard. Not knowing Randolph had done so as well less than thirty minutes prior. Seeing her piercing impressed him, her big breasts mounding close together under his forced contortion. “Godammit Mrs. Barnett, your pussy is fine as hell. Loving the tits too.” Tilting her head back in order to watch Oscar she just let Ron destroy her. She certainly called out to all the ships at sea. “I LOVE YOU HUSBAND.” She wailed nonstop cumming up a perfect storm. In response Oscar tilts his gaze to Randy. “Ain’t love grand.” Randolph merely smirked. Continuing onward for another ten minutes Oscar reached his destination and shut the engine down. Releasing the anchor, he and Randolph headed down to do some fishing. Walking past the entangled lovers Oscar winked at Esperanza. “Couple more orgasms, then you can go bring us up some champagne.” “As you wish Husband. Fuck me harder Captain.” “Steady as she blows Mrs. Barnett.” “Oh, for God’s sake man.” Oscar bellowed, “Call her for what she is.” “I love your slut, Oscar. Best whore on the open water.” He nailed her hard, her nails digging into his shoulders from beneath his armpits. Randolph getting the poles ready both he and Oscar cast their lines. Sitting through Esperanza’s performance was remarkable. She was getting more and more verbal. “Your dick feels so good inside me. I adore you, Captain.” “Changed my mind. Bring my gal up top Ron.” Oscar leers over his shoulder. Rolling over, Ron lets her ride his beast facing Oscar. Her titties dancing with vigor she smiles at Oscar. “Oh, that’s nice.” He switches gaze to Randolph, “DP that slut Randy.” Jaw drooping Esperanza watches Randolph as he stands up and drop his trousers, leaving them on at his ankles but moving in for the kill. Taking her cum coated anus she endured both men. His hands surrounding her neckline Randolph gripped her throat like a vice. She began screaming her pleasure the more he choked her. Oscar watched the ocean and just let her wail. Finally, he notes his fishing pole tighten and he leaps from his deck chair to play the reel. “I got one.” “I have two Husband.” She whimpered cumming nonstop. “You got your fishing hole, I got mine.” Suddenly in his resistance a large six-foot blue marlin sprang from the water fighting to escape. “My dreams come true. I got me a marlin darlin’.” He chuckled at his rhyme. The fight continued on both ends. He reeled in his big fish, Esperanza reeled in hers. As the marlin grew closer to the bow of the yacht, he heard both men snarl and cum hard inside his wife. “If you boys are done, I could use a little help here.” Randolph swiftly vacated and only pulled his pants up, not fastening them to help hold the pole. Ron tossing Esperanza aside moved in nude to help drag the marlin up until it collapsed flopping on the deck. Esperanza screamed at the flopping rapier and bolted down into the cabin. She remained there cleaning herself up and getting dressed. She wanted no part in the escapades of putting the fish on ice, nor of taking pictures with it. Peering out a porthole in the cabin she spotted the lifeboat with the name Maria painted on its side. A chill crept over her in that instant. In her soul she knew her daughter was no longer a child. She could feel it in her bones. Weeping, Esperanza apologized to her daughter through prayer. “Blessed Lord, what have I done?” Composing herself she knew that she could not let Oscar see her emotions. Drying her eyes, she snatched up the champagne bottle and four lutes. Returning to the deck to celebrate his catch she handed the bottle to Oscar. “I could not pop the cork.” He did it with ease and poured each of them a glass, a swift toast to Esperanza made her blush. “To one damn fine piece of ass.” Randolph winced, Ron kissed her on the cheek then made his way upstairs to fire up the engines and raise anchor. Randolph took his glass and gave the married couple space. “You been cryin’?” Oscar noticed her eyes. “You make me very happy Husband.” “Makes two of us. We hit the archipelago I want you to keep an open mind.” “What do you mean?” “You heard me.” “Yes Husband.” Pulling her head back by her hair he kissed her long and hard. She melted in his embrace. Love was there, but so was disappointment. In failing her daughter, she was dying inside, yet forced to smile. Wondering what Maria was doing right now made her retreat and lay her head on Oscar’s shoulder. It was better to let him think she was truly happy. Texas! United States of America. “I DID IT! I MADE THE WHITE DEVIL COME OUT OF YOU.” Maria Blanco on her knees bounced up and down on the sofa. Again, she had assisted Wiley Barnett by jerking him off. “THE WHITE DEVIL LIKES ME.” Wiley couldn’t agree more. Wiping some of his jizz on her face made her giggle. Pulling her under his armpit he hugged her to him. “My pain is gone. Bless you, Baby Sister.” “I miss my mommy.” “I’m sure she misses you too.” A pouty face led her to gather his cum and sneak a swipe at his face this time. Her retaliation let her in for a whole lot of tickling. With the help of Wiley Barnett her sadness vanished as she tried not to pee. “No tickling.” “Suffer.” She did.

Becoming His Slut byMs_Allison© Becoming His Slut Ch. 14 Once on the seat I slid downward, managing to lay my head on his leg as he got into the driver's seat. Even though it was a short drive I managed to fall asleep on the ride to his place. Jimmy woke me gently, before sliding out of his truck, and coming to open the door for me. As he retrieved my jacket from the seat, I started the seemingly endless walk toward his apartment building. I was spent, and certainly not thinking clearly or I wouldn't have been walking bare from the waist up! By this point the cum leaking from my latex Capri pants had made it to my ankles, I knew that inside them I was a sticky and gross mess. I couldn't wait to take them off but thankfully believed it would be better to do that inside his apartment. Jimmy caught me, and helped me make it the rest of the way into his apartment, taking me straight to the bathroom. Unable to do much more than unzip my crotch, I plopped down on the toilet, thankful the seat was down. An odd clank sound and splash brought me out of my mental hibernation. "What in the hell was that?" I asked wondering if a bodily organ had fallen out of my ass. "There was a plug in your ass," Jimmy bent in half in laughter, "but apparently it wasn't quite big enough!" I flushed in embarrassment before reaching between my legs and fishing the medium sized metal plug out of the bowl and dropping it into the nearby sink. "Don't worry," he said turning on the hot water, "you'll return to normal size soon enough." Jimmy turned on the shower, helping me out of my heels and pants, then holding me up as I got under the steaming stream of water. After the burning sensation passed the water felt wonderful on my shoulders and back. I'd have spent all night in the shower if I weren't so ready to fall asleep. The hot water relaxing me further only added to my desire to sleep. "You look like you're ready to fall over." Jimmy said leaning back on the bathroom vanity. "Just a bit." I replied weakly. Handing me a towel, which I promptly wrapped my hair in, Jimmy helped me out of the tub. I managed to add my favorite moisturizer while he went to get something. After giving my hair a minute, I decided to at least brush it out and deal with it in the morning. Standing in front of the mirror my mind couldn't help but race through the events of the night. Without even closing my eyes I could still feel the biggest cock I'd ever seen inside me. I was lost in my dream world when Jimmy reentered the bathroom. "Lift your foot." He said from behind me. Lifting my right foot, I felt something slip around it before I put it back down. "Now the other." I couldn't remember a time I'd wore panties in Jimmy's place, but for some reason he was gliding a pair of pink cotton boycuts up my legs. I decided not to complain, if this was a way to signal my ass being off limits for the rest of the weekend, I'd live with it! "Now lean forward." He instructed as he lightly pushed on my upper back. "Ohhhh geezus!" I exclaimed. "Warn a girl would ya!?!" "Cold huh?" He laughed as he seated the frozen metal plug in my sore ass. My sore hole tightened slightly around the plug, much to my relief. Jimmy then pulled the panties up, seating the back against the plug. "This will hold the plug in place through the night." He said giving my ass a squeeze. "What is this in the front?" I asked feeling something definitely not cotton pressing near my clit. "You had to know I wouldn't have a normal pair of panties here," he chuckled, "these vibrate!" "Are you planning on waking up first or something?" I asked turning to face him. "Pretty damn much," his arm went around me pulling me tightly to him, "plus, there was at least one guy you didn't get off tonight." "In my defense you did have me very busy!" I replied pressing myself into him. "And you loved every minute of it," he said as he took me by the wrist leading me to his bedroom, "tell me, how many cocks were in your ass yesterday?" "Ummmm," while I should have been horrified at the thought that it was going to take work to figure out the answer to that question, it wouldn't dawn on me until later, "well Steve, of course. The three cops who showed up at the bar, and the anaconda." "Anaconda?" Jimmy chuckled leading me into the bedroom. "I don't know what else to call him," I replied crawling into his bed, "but I swear that thing slithered when it was inside me!" "Somehow I'm not surprised." Were the last words I heard before passing out. Several hours later I woke up needing to relieve my bladder, Jimmy was out cold. I managed to get up, take care of things in the bathroom and get back in bed without waking him. In the morning I woke up alone. Plodding back to the bathroom first, I eventually joined Jimmy on the couch for coffee. "How did you sleep?" I asked as Jimmy played a video game. "Almost as well as you!" He replied with a laugh. "Yeah," I replied, "sorry about that." "Don't worry," he replied with a wink, "I knew you wouldn't be up for anything before we even left the bar, plus, it's not like I won't have fun today." Just then the small egg tucked into my panties started to buzz. "Just be thankful I don't have a vibrating plug here too!" "I thought you did have at least one." I replied trying to casually sip my coffee while my hips wiggled under the softly buzzing egg. "Oh, I did," he answered without looking up, "but Steve borrowed it. He has a friend over." "So, I guess he's just not into my ass then!?!" I mocked being offended. "I don't know about that," Jimmy sipped on his coffee before continuing, "he did fuck your ass yesterday after all." Putting his coffee back down Jimmy gave the egg controller a nudge upward. "Or did you forget he was part of the," looking over at me as I leaned back pulling my legs into me so my feet were on the couch too, "what was it again? Five? Or Six?" "The last guy should have counted as 5 by himself!" I replied feeling perspiration starting to form on my forehead. Jimmy sat on the couch smirking with the controller in his hand, bumping it up and lowering it just before I could orgasm. With my legs spread as wide as they could go, I slowly humped the air trying to get off while my hands teased and tortured my nipples. In the back of my mind I could hear Steve moving about, but I could only focus on my burning need to cum. "You do love fucking with me don't you?" I hissed as he turned down the controller again. "Yes, I do!" Jimmy replied grinning from ear to ear. "Ohhhhh would you just fucking let me cum already!" I finally blurted. Turning the controller all the way up, Jimmy set it aside to get a refill on his coffee, while an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through me. My back arched almost completely off the side of the couch, my butt off the cushion, while my thighs trembled. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhfffffuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!" I groaned, only to realize the controller was still on the couch, still turned all the way up, and Jimmy was now nowhere in sight! "Son of a!" I groaned, trying to muster the strength to will myself to the other size of the couch. "You don't play fair!" "Let me help you out there," Steve said as he appeared from nowhere and picking up the controller." Holding my relief in his hand, he turned to speak to Jimmy rather than turn it down. "Hey Jim, you know you left her running right?" "Yeah, I know," he replied from somewhere else in the apartment, "don't turn her down just yet." Groaning loudly at Jimmy's words I considered taking the panties off. Surely, I could manage that. "Oh, and slut, don't get naked, Steve has company," I heard a slight change in his voice, he became stern, "and you'll get punished if you do!" My response was a long, loud groan of frustration while my panties buzzed away. Finally, able to put my butt back on the couch, I looked over the back of it pleadingly at Steve. His back was unfortunately toward me while his friend was just coming out of his room. "Who's your friend?" I heard her ask. "Oh, you'd like her," Steve replied, "go say hi!" "Let me go look then!" She said shortly before appearing in front of me. I would have tried to cover myself or compose myself in some way, but the fucking vibrating panties were about to send me into orgasm orbit again. Instead of trying to cover myself, from her gorgeous green leering eyes, my hands tugged at my nipples while my legs spread as wide as I could get them. Another orgasm was coming like a freight train and it was in control of me, if not the orgasm then it was the egg and the damn controller! Perspiration covered my body, which was on almost full display for whoever the woman was in front of me. I stared at her eyes while they seemingly roamed all of me. "Oooooooohhhhhhhffffuuuuucccckkkkkkkkk!" My groan came from so deep it may have originated in my uterus! My hands shot to my pussy, pressing the egg against my clit, as my orgasm roared through me, all the while her green eyes grew wider. In the meantime, my eyes saw nothing but static, then black. When I woke up my onlooker was gone and the egg was thankfully off. "Hey Jimmy," Steve chuckled from nearby on the couch, "you didn't break her!" "Good to know," Jimmy said from somewhere behind me, "I wasn't quite done with her today." Sunday night I arrived back at my apartment feeling like I'd spent a week away, true to his word, neither Jimmy nor Steve were done with me that day. Settling onto the couch with a glass of wine I pulled out my phone and sent Jenna a text. I'd never reached out to another woman like this wondering what her intentions were. Jenna was a complete stranger, the girl who'd handed me coffee, change, and her number on a receipt as I sat in my car naked. What could she ever think of me? Honestly, whatever she could think wouldn't be far from the truth. My life had become more like a porno than real life, each week a new stranger ended up having sex with me one way or another. Some weeks, like last week, it was more than one! My heart jumped as Jenna texted back, I could tell by her response she was as anxious as I was about talking to me. Taking a leap, I suggested meeting up for drinks the following night. What could be the harm? She eagerly replied suggesting a bar I'd vaguely heard of not terribly far from where I lived. Just like that, I had a date! It had been quite a while since I'd had a legitimate date and the prospect excited me. It was also my very first date with a woman! That night I went to sleep with thoughts of what a friendship, or more, with Jenna could be like. Monday morning I awoke feeling wonderful. Instead of taking my coffee outside and having a seat on my patio, I decided some stretching would be in order. I had been contemplating yoga after all, and a brief search on my phone suggested a few poses that would lead to better health as well as flexibility. The fact I was doing it stark naked just added something more to the equation. After 20 minutes of stretching I was actually feeling the effects. I was also now running late as a result, which meant wearing clothing on my drive to work as I would be walking into the office at the same time as everyone else. The remainder of my day was a blur, a wonderfully cum filled orgasm enriched blur but still a blur. Ms. Victoria even stopped by to reclaim her cuffs from me, much to my disappointment. After work I quickly returned home and looked up the bar online to try to figure out what to wear. It didn't have many pictures but listed itself as casual. At least now I had something to work with. I settled on a flowing short skirt with a light floral top with spaghetti straps and a tasteful pair of heels. With my hair up and my makeup done I was ready to meet Jenna. It struck me as funny when I left my apartment, I'd agonized over what I should wear remembering she'd already seen me stark naked! Finding the bar, I parked nearby and made my way inside. The place was low key with a cute looking bartender and a very pretty server who met me at the pub table I picked. There I had a decent view of the door so Jenna wouldn't miss me when she came in. Would she even recognize me without my tits hanging out? I ordered a drink and anxiously waited. A few minutes later Jenna walked in wearing a floral sundress and wedge sandals. The sundress had criss cross laces up the front like a corset which only accentuated her cleavage. Her cashier outfit had done a great job at hiding that along with her rather stunning figure. "Hi!" She said walking up and giving me a big hug. "I'm so glad you texted me!" "I'm glad I did too." I replied touching her remarkably smooth skin on her back as I returned her hug. Jenna moved her seat close to mine before sitting, her leg touching mine as the waitress came over. She ordered a drink, taking my hand in hers as she did. I couldn't believe how forward she was being, it was one thing to be this close to a guy in a bar setting but this was a bit different. "Relax Sweetie," she said obviously sensing my tension, "take a look around, we're not out of place here." I looked at her quizzically "I mean really take a look around!" Turning to my left I looked, trying to understand what it was she was trying to get me to see. When it finally hit me, it was like a lightening bolt. There were couples together, talking, touching, holding hands and the like. All of the couples were the same sex! I'd had no idea there was a gay bar this close to my house! "Ahhh!" I exclaimed turning back to her, "I never knew this was here." "It's a cute little place," Jenna smiled in response, "I didn't think you would mind." "Not at all!" I replied squeezing her hand. Our conversation was relaxed and wide ranging, occasionally crossing over into sex. It was nice to have a conversation about what had been going on with my life, although I didn't tell her everything because I didn't want to scare her off either. How exactly do I explain Rupert's weekly card game, the bachelor party or whatever you wanted to call Saturday night at the bar? No, it's best to hold onto those things for a bit. Plus, I was enjoying discovering all I could about Jenna, who it turned out was even more submissive than I. Maybe I could channel my own dominant side? The idea sent a chill down my spine right through my pussy. My eyes must have given me away. "What is it you're thinking?" Jenna asked with her piercing sapphire blue eyes staring into my soul. "I've never been a Dominant," I answered as my voice faltered, "but I wouldn't mind trying it out if you're game that is." "Really?" Jenna's eyes brightened as her hand squeezed me tighter. "I've only been topped by guys before," she said softly, "and that was them basically tying me up and fucking me silly." I watched as her body shuddered slightly. "I'd love to give this a try with you though!" Her eyes grew wide when she continued. "Do I call you Mistress then?" "Yes," I said trying to sound authoritative, "you will call me Mistress, and you will be my pet." I couldn't call her slut after all, that was already my name. It wasn't like I could introduce her to Jimmy, Steve, or Nick and call her slut too. That would be far too confusing. "So, my pet," I said leaning toward her letting my fingers lightly touch her back, "however will people know that you belong to me?" "Ummm," Jenna was obviously flustered by the fact she was surrendering herself to my experiment, "a collar?" "Would you be able to wear a collar at work?" I asked reveling in the control I had over her. "Or would someone ask what was going on and why you had it on? That could be embarrassing." "It could be," her body trembled as she spoke, "maybe something more subtle for when I go to work?" Feeling brazen I slipped my left hand to the front of her sundress, hooking my index finger inside, before pulling it slightly forward. One of her pert, perfect breasts was revealed to me, the nipple rock hard as I suspected it would be. "I am sure we can work something out." I replied sliding my index finger over the edge of her breast and watching her react. "As a matter of fact," I continued as I slipped my index finger deep enough into her dress to flick her nipple causing her to moan slightly, "I have an idea." "Yes, Mistress?" She replied, her cheeks flush with excitement. "What do you have on under this little dress of yours?" I asked feeling like Nick at the moment. "Obviously, you are without a bra," I said grazing her nipple again, "what about your bottom?" "I have on my favorite pair of white lace boycuts," Jenna replied sheepishly, "just in case, you know." "Tell me." I pressed. "In case you saw me without my dress on" Jenna's body tremored with excitement while mine pulsed with the feeling of control I'd never experienced before. "Well those sound lovely," I said removing my left hand from the front of her dress, sensing her disappointment, "I'll settle up with our drinks, you go to the ladies room and take off your panties, carry them back here in your right hand and place them on the table when you return." I pointed to a spot on the table between her and I before continuing. "Understand my pet?" "Yes, Mistress!" Her voice was a combination of fear and excitement as she slipped off the high chair she sat in. "Thank you." Her cheeks burned red as she quickly made her way to the bathroom. The waitress returned with the check, placing it nearer to me before returning to another customer. Not only was the place quiet and accepting, the drinks were inexpensive as well! Placing my card in the holder, I watched Jenna's anxious return, spying the tiny pair of boycuts in her hand as instructed. Rather than letting her sit right away, I had her place the panties on the table and smooth them out so there was no denying what they were. "Have a seat Pet," I said patting her chair, "I'm just finishing up here." The waitress returned, picking up the check then eyeing the sexy undies on the table. It was obvious I hadn't removed them unnoticed in the bar area, she looked over at the deeply blushing Jenna with a raised eyebrow. Jenna couldn't bring herself to look her in the eye. The waitress winked at me then headed off with the bill. "Those are sexy pet," I said lightly touching the edge of her lace bottoms, "they don't seem to cover all that much though." "They don't Mistress," came Jenna's soft reply, "they are pretty cheeky." "I think I like them off you better though," I said as the waitress returned, "do you own many like that?" I could almost feel Jenna shrink into the chair as the waitress waited, whether it was for Jenna's response or for me to finish up with the check I wasn't sure. "Um, yes Mistress," Jenna's voice trembled as she tried to speak, "a few. These are my favorites." "I bet they look amazing on you Sweetie!" The waitress chimed in. "You two have a lovely evening!" "Oh we will!" I replied sliding off my chair. "Oh no pet," I said holding her arm as she tried to pick up her panties, "you don't get to move until I tell you." Slowly walking around the table, I took her hand to help her off the chair. "You can collect your undies now." I instructed. Jenna's face went flush again as she'd obviously hoped I didn't speak as loudly as I did. I didn't say it terribly loud, but I'm sure some others around us heard. Taking Jenna by her hand, and with one hand on her back, I led her through the bar to the door then walked her to my car. Holding the door for her, I allowed her to get comfortable before closing the door and getting in on the driver's side. Then, my time with Jimmy and Nick seemed to pay off. "Pet," I said turning to her, "whenever you sit in my car you will hike up your skirt and press your knees against the console and door." Watching Jenna's body shudder let me know I'd struck the right chord with her. "I can't have you denying me access to what is mine, can I?" "No, Mistress." Jenna replied as she folded the hem of her skirt underneath while pressing her legs outward as far as the passenger side of the car would allow. "That's a good girl." I said lightly touching her arm. Pulling out of the parking lot is was all I could do not to shove my hand between Jenna's spread thighs. I knew she was soaked, and probably close to cumming, but I also knew from experience that the anticipation of being touched was sometimes more powerful than the touch itself. Instead, I let my fingers lightly touch her upper thigh, as if doing so by an afterthought and not the controlled action it actually was. We'd been driving for several minutes before Jenna dared ask where we were going. "You need a proper collar," I said with a grin while not looking over at her, "and something more work appropriate." Jenna didn't press, which I was glad about. It took considerable restraint not to blurt the plans I'd been formulating for the past few minutes since Jenna accepted my offer to be her Domme. Until then I'd never realized the level of control and planning Ms. Victoria had to exercise regularly. I pulled into the parking lot, instructing Jenna to remain still until I opened her door for her. As she went to slide out of the car, her right hand moved to pull her skirt back down, instead of allowing her to do that I took her arm then held her hand to help her out of the car. Her mound was neatly shaved with just a hint of tan lines from what had to be a tiny bathing suit. "The rules are simple," I said standing close enough to her to feel her hard nipples against my chest, "I am Mistress whenever we are alone or in company when I specify." She nodded agreement. "You also only get to cover yourself when I say you can," my hand went to the front of her sundress, pressing my fingers against her heat and watching her eyes close as her hips rolled forward, "this is mine, I get to touch it and play with it any time the mood strikes me." "Yes, Mistress!" Jenna moaned softly in response. "In here you will call me Mistress," I said letting my hand linger, "and you will answer any question I have honestly and without whispering. Understand." "Yes, Mistress!" She replied pressing herself into my hand further. Taking her by her wrist I led her through the front door of the adult toy store, thankful the obese owner was not behind the counter. It would be tough to keep my dominant role with the guy who's cock I'd sucked leering at me as he looked for a repeat. The one plus to being here was knowing where everything was located. I led Jenna straight to the cuffs and collars by the register. Under the watchful eye of the young man behind the counter I sorted through collars, holding each one up briefly to Jenna's neck to find the right one. "Oh this one is perfect!" I said holding a black leather 2" collar with a chrome band over it. "That one has matching cuffs to your left." The guy behind the counter said eagerly. "Oh yes," I said as if I hadn't seen them already, "these are just the thing!" On the wall next to the cuffs were packs of locks, I grabbed a five pack of small chrome locks asking the guy behind the counter to open them for me. Putting one pair of cuffs on the counter, I put the other pair on Jenna's delicate wrists locking them in place with a padlock. Pulling the tag off the collar, I put it next to the cuffs on the counter before motioning for Jenna to turn around. Instinctively, she pulled her hair up so I could fasten the collar behind her neck with another lock. Jenna lowered her arms, letting her hair fall over her neck, as she did I lightly touched her elbows pulling her arms behind her back so I could use a ring to bind them there. Turning her to face me again, the excitement on her face was undeniable. When I reached for a 3 foot lead and hooked it on the D-ring at the center of her neck I thought I heard her whimper just a bit. "We're going to browse a bit," I said to the guy at the counter, "it's okay if I just test this stuff out right?" "By all means!" He replied wide eyed. Taking the lead, I led Jenna down the nearest aisle, taking my time to browse the sex toys on one side of the wall. There was only one other person in the store, another gentleman who was fascinated by what I was doing with Jenna and couldn't help but stare. Little did he know it was only going to get better. "Tell me pet," I said steeling my nerve to start asking her embarrassing questions, "what do you have for toys at home?" "Uh, um," Jenna had a look of shock on her face as I'd obviously asked it loud enough for both men in the store to hear, "I have a dildo, and a rabbit vibe Mistress." "Anything else?" I pressed, "Nothing kinky?" "No, Mistress." Jenna replied blushing hard. "We will have to change that!" I exclaimed. "My pet is going to be one kinky little bitch!" Jenna moaned and her thighs trembled at my words. Moving my free hand to her thighs, I could feel her wetness several inches below her pussy. She was getting hornier by the second and I was the one causing it! The rush was incredible. "What about that ass of yours?" I continued. "Anyone penetrate you back there?" The look of shock filled her face, I could see her arms straining at the cuffs and wondered if she would try to run. How far could she go? I'd driven here and her hands were bound behind her back. A gentle tug on her lead reminded her she wasn't going more than a few feet away from me. "A boyfriend used his finger a couple times," she finally relented, "but that was it Mistress." "Tell you what," I said dropping her lead, "wait right here I'll be right back." Just like that I left Jenna standing in the store defenseless as I returned to the front door. The look of relief on her eyes was undeniable as I returned with a small shopping basket which I put in her hands behind her back. With her in the right position I could put items into the basket without her ever knowing what she was carrying! Jenna was going to be submissive to a slut, which in my mind meant she had to be even sluttier than I was in the end. If I was getting a cannon sized cock into my ass on a regular basis then Jenna had to be ready for that too! It was a good thing it had been a pay week, and that Nick had given me a nice raise, because it took more than a few hundred dollars to get Jenna started on her way to slutdom! With all the purchases in bags, I put them in Jenna's hands again then led her out to the car, passing another new customer as I led her out. Putting everything in the trunk, I unclipped Jenna's cuffs after opening the car door so she could get in. As expected she rolled her hem under her skirt and pressed her knees outward as soon as the door closed. I took a minute to compose myself before getting into the car. Jenna wasn't the only one that was soaking wet. The only difference between her and I was the soaked thong I had on failing at absorbing my pussy juice. Pulling out of the parking lot I found another one down the road and pulled in. "Okay," I said turning to face her, "from time to time you and I will just talk to see if we both enjoyed something. Okay?" Jenna nodded eagerly. We spent several minutes going over not only what happened at the adult toy store but the bar. While Jenna admitted to be scared, and slightly mortified, she'd enjoyed it all and was soaked to prove it. We also spoke about anal play, her boyfriend had jammed his finger up her ass without benefit of lube, I informed her there was a better way to do it that would make it far more enjoyable. She was up to trying it again which made me very happy because I knew I could do a better job. Looking across the parking lot I had a moment of inspiration. Making sure Jenna was all set with our talk I drove to a pharmacy convenience store. This time she waited until I opened the door and extended her hand, exposing her puffy pussy lips to the cool night air as she got out of the car. "One second," I said as I pushed her against the car, "I wanna see something." Slipping my hand between her thighs, I let my right index finger press against her wet flesh before dragging it upward scooping plenty of her wetness along the way. "Open wide!" I said as I pulled my finger away from her thigh pushing it into her open mouth. The look of shock on her face was priceless. "Never tasted yourself pet?" I asked watching as she shook her head no. "Suck my finger clean," I said firmly, "you'll get used to that taste soon enough!" With my free hand gripping her hip tight, my right leg between hers, my body pressing her against the car Jenna sucked my finger swirling her tongue around it. Whether it was her tasting herself or the fact I was in complete control I could tell Jenna was more than enjoying this. Pulling my finger from her mouth, Jennna's face turned to disappointment as I unclipped her lead. "There may be kids in there," I said softly as I hooked my finger in the loop of her wrist cuff, "I don't want to hear them ask mommy why that lady is being led around on a leash!" "Makes sense Mistress." Jenna said as she dutifully followed me inside. "I want you to go get 4 enema kits," I said as I let go of her cuff, "and meet me at the register." "Where are they Mistress?" Jenna asked looking like a deer in headlights. "You're not a complete bimbo pet," I smirked, "I'm sure you can figure it out, or you can ask someone. Don't keep me waiting." Jenna made her way up and down a few aisles before finally stopping to ask the girl stocking shelves while I made my way to their inexpensive jewelry section. I could only imagine what the girl thought of an obviously flustered Jenna, wearing an obvious bondage collar and cuffs, looking for an enema kit! Giggling at what could possibly going through the stockers head, I found what I needed and went to the register. Jenna came up, with her 4 kits in her hands, buckling at the sight of the cashier. It got worse when he had to ask for a price check over the PA system. With Jenna in tow, we headed out to the car. As it turned out the girl behind the register was someone Jenna knew. Putting my hand on her thigh I eased her fears as best I could heading back to the bar where Jenna's car was still parked. I watched as Jenna put her new purchases in the backseat of her car, keeping the inexpensive necklace I'd purchased hidden in my hand. "Will this be it for tonight Mistress?" Jenna asked obviously disappointed. "Not quite," I replied, "now kneel down for me." Without hesitation Jenna knelt in the parking lot by her car in full view of anyone who could pass by. "This necklace will be worn at all times," I said lowering the long necklace over her head, "it has the letter P on it because you are my pet." I could see Jenna getting emotional as I continued. "You will wear the collar you have on right now whenever practical," I said holding up the key which was on her necklace, "don't lose this key as it is the one I will allow you to keep in between our meetings." "Yes, Mistress!" Jenna could hardly contain her excitement. "You have a number of new toys to clean," I continued, "as well as an enema kit to use, I'll call later tonight before bed to make sure you are all set." "Thank you so much, Mistress!" Jenna eagerly replied. "Now," I said turning around and sticking my butt in her direction, "lift my skirt and give each cheek a loving kiss, you have to earn the right to press your lips anywhere else on my body!" Again there was zero hesitation, I felt Jenna's hands whoosh my skirt upward, exposing my bare ass to the night air. Her lips and tongue lewdly kissed and tongued my ass cheeks until I finally had to step forward to get her to stop. "If you're a good girl tonight pet," I said as I helped her to her feet, "I may let you cum, but nothing until I allow it!" "Yes, Mistress!" Jenna seemed positively thrilled at the idea of not being allowed to masturbate until I gave permission. Thankfully the drive to my place wasn't far. Instead of waiting to shed clothing until I got in my apartment, I started taking them off on the stairs heading up to my floor. By the time I arrived at my door my clothing was over my arm and all I had on were my heels. They barely survived the walk through my door. Instead of jumping right into scratching a very deep itch, I logged into my laptop searching my favorite literary site for ideas on training submissive females. Some of the ideas were amazing, others were a bit beyond where I wanted to go but to each their own. Finding a couple really good ones I decided to indulge my orgasm, one of us had to be level headed while the other was a horny mess after all. I decided to tease myself a bit while picking out something "Domme like" to wear for my video chat with Jenna. Putting on a leather bustier, it was a cheap one but would do the trick, matching leather gloves and an oversized men's dress shirt I dialed up Jenna. As the video call connected I pulled my hair back. "Hello Mistress!" Jenna eagerly answered. "Good evening Pet," I replied attempting to sound cool and collected, "did you get everything clean?" As the video portion connected I could see Jenna had on her new collar and necklace as well as a t-shirt. She brushed her hair out of her eyes revealing her cuffs were still in place as well. That was a good start but she was obviously overdressed. "I did Mistress!" she replied practically bursting through the screen at me. "Everything is clean and ready to go!" "Pet," I started a bit sternly, "do you live alone?" "I have a roommate," she replied, "but he's not home right now." "Good!" I replied. "Then take that T-shirt off and stand back so I can see all of you!" The T-shirt came off in a blur as a muffled 'yes mistress' was said. With the phone propped up I got to see all of Jenna for the first time. She was shapely, with obvious tan lines from a tiny two piece, and obviously body conscious even though she had no need to be. Jenna struggled holding her hands at her sides, fighting the urge to cover herself. "Relax pet," I said with a soothing voice, "that lovely body of yours is mine now, and I get to see it whenever I want. Understand?" "Yes, Mistress!" Came her nervous reply. "Will your roommate be home anytime soon?" I asked wondering how embarrassed I'd be if I had a friend walk in while on a video chat like this. "He's closing tonight Mistress," Jenna replied, "plus he usually calls on his way home." "Good!" My excitement grew as the idea of having Jenna to myself for a while sank in. "Go put cuffs on your ankles too," I said feeling my position in earnest, "then the real fun can begin." Jenna was out of view for only a moment as she quickly retrieved the cuffs and put them on. Hearing the clicks of her cute padlocks caused me to squeeze my legs. "Did you use the enema kit already?" "Yes Mistress," her face turned beat red as she answered me, "it was odd and really gross." "It gets better." I replied remembering my first thoughts of flushing my ass. "Get yourself one of the small starter plugs," I instructed letting my free hand slip between my thighs, "and the lube." I walked her through lubing her index finger first, allowing her to tease her pussy as a distraction, to get her butt ready for the small plug. Jenna was close to cumming as she pressed the small plug against her virgin opening. "Don't cum yet pet!" I warned. "You need to wait until I give you permission!" "YES MISTRESS!" Jenna groaned. "Take you hand away from your pussy until I say so." I cautioned not wanting her to cum until I was done with her." I watched as she struggled to comply. "Give those sweet titties of yours a tug for now." She groaned louder as she began torturing her nipples with her hand. "Let me know when the plug is all the way in Pet." Jenna could only nod in response. With her side to me I watched as her body reacted to the penetration. She had one knee up on a chair while standing on her other foot, her hand pushing in the plug hid it from view but I knew it was almost fully seated. Her hand lowered from her butt, lingering over the back of her thigh as she fought to regain her composure. "It's in Mistress." Jenna cooed. "Good girl," I replied, "now stand up, and walk backwards toward the phone until I say stop." Jenna complied, although I had to laugh at her quizzical look. Stopping her when she got close enough that her butt filled the screen I smiled at how embarrassed she would be by my next steps. "Lean forward," I coolly instructed, "further. Just a bit further." Jenna followed my instruction making more of her red plug base visible as she leaned. "Yes," I exclaimed, "right there pet! Hold still!" The power I felt was intoxicating. "Okay pet," I said pleased with her ability to follow direction, "go back to the chair but bring a dildo and two of those chains with you!" Jenna quickly retrieved what I wanted, standing in front of the camera again with them in hand. "Attach the chains so they make one long one," I instructed feeling a moment of inspiration, "then put the chain around the bottom of the chair so the clips are in the front." Jenna did, her excitement was undeniable as she put the chains in place. "Now, be careful when you sit down," I said calmly, trying to slow her down as well, "then clip your ankle cuffs to the chain ends." "Yes, Mistress!" Jenna replied as she clipped her left ankle. Because of the chair, Jenna could barely keep her toes on the floor once she was attached to the chain. She leaned back in the chair, exposing herself to me completely. Her puffy pussy lips were soaked and spreading open with her legs in that position. Her body screamed "fuck me"! I hit the record button on my phone not wanting to miss any of what she was showing. "Rub the dildo around your pussy," I said, "take it slow, I'm not in a rush." Jenna replied while rubbing the dildo around her wetness until it was also gleaming. "Very slowly," my voice a mixture of sexual excitement and coolness as I fought to maintain control, "slip that dildo into that pussy of yours." "Yes, Mistress!" Jenna moaned as the dildo slowly, but easily slid inside her. "Who's pussy is that Pet?" I asked. "Yours Mistress!" she groaned holding the dildo all the way inside her. "That's right pet!" My voice undeniably triumphant. "How does that dildo feel against the plug?" Jenna could only mumble in response. "I want you to fuck that pussy of mine hard pet," I said with my eyes glued to her body, "fuck it as if I were slamming that cock into you!" "Ohhhhhyyyyeeesssssss Missstresssss!" Jenna's hand turned into a blur as the dildo slammed into her over and over. My fingers lightly teased my clit as I watched her fuck herself into a hard orgasm. Her entire body rippled and quaked, her eyes getting so wide she almost looked like a cartoon character. Jenna's legs rebelled against the chains holding them in place, her body rising from the chair as she clenched her ass pulling the plug into her as deep as the base would allow. I watched in amazement as Jenna's first orgasm turned into a second one. Her body taking on a mind of its own as it dealt with sensory overload. "Don't drop that dildo!" I scolded as it started to slip from her hand. "Yes, Mistress." she replied weakly, barely holding the realistic phallus with just he head inside her. Her body rippled again as she felt an aftershock, the first of quite a few that would follow. Jenna went slack against the chair, her head falling backward behind the rise and fall of her chest. I'd never witnessed an orgasm like that, it was something magnificent to see. "Are you okay my Pet?" I asked as I continued to drink in every inch of her body. "Yes, Mistress." Her reply was soft, barely a whisper. "Before you move," I said watching her lift her head so I could look into her bright blue eyes, "you need to clean that dildo off." Jenna looked confused, wondering how she could accomplish that task without moving. "It goes in your mouth pet," I finally instructed, "lick and suck the entire thing clean." Jenna was obviously shocked by my demand. While tentative at first, Jenna started to slowly lick the head of the dildo. Her attempts were not great, she would certainly need some work on her blow job skills. The 6" dildo barely made it over halfway into her mouth before she started gagging. If I could get an 8" dildo all the way into my mouth she would be able to manage it too. I decided not to tell her she was in for blowjob lessons soon because she finally seemed to be getting into what she was doing. It also couldn't have been that easy to be laid bare in front of a stranger who is directing your bondage orgasm! "All clean Mistress!" Jenna said triumphantly. "Very nice pet," I replied enjoying the satisfied look she had on her face after my compliment, "time to talk through our little session here." I had been correct in my thoughts, Jenna had never done anything like this before, but for that matter I'd never been in this role during a video play session. This was new for both of us. I could tell from her voice, and her bodily reactions, that she'd enjoyed all of it though. When we were done talking she even asked when we could do it again. When I suggested the next time could be in person I watched her entire body shudder with excitement. "Can I ask a question Mistress?" Jenna asked nervously. "Of course pet!" I responded. "Are you sure you've never done this before?" Jenna giggled as she asked. "Oh I'm sure," I replied, "you are my very first pet." I could see Jenna swell with pride as I answered her. "Now you should unclip your chains from your ankles," I said looking a the time, and put your toys away." Jenna playfully frowned at this. "Oh don't worry," I winked, "you won't be putting everything away, when you go to stash this stuff in your room put on a sexy little thong to help hold that plug in place. You're sleeping with that inside you tonight!" Jenna's look of shock was priceless. I watched as she collected her items and disappeared from view. While she was gone my hand returned to my pussy, which was dripping and desperately in need of attention. Teasing myself a bit, I waited for Jenna to return. When she did she had on a hot pink lace thong, which she turned around in modeling it for me. "Can I ask one more question Mistress?" Jenna asked as she sat in the chair. "Go ahead Pet." I replied letting my fingers linger over my clit a bit. "When you had me back up to the camera" she hesitated a bit, swallowed hard, and continued, "and had me lean forward, what was that for?" "Oh that?" I replied grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Well, I decided that you had such a lovely ass," I replied holding up my tablet which now had Jenna's plugged ass as the desktop wallpaper, "that I wanted it as my screen background!" "Oh my God!" Jenna blushed deeply at the realization that I was telling her the truth. Just then her roommate called to say she was already halfway home. I had Jenna promise she wouldn't take the plug out until she got up in the morning and wouldn't masturbate until I gave her permission. She then repeated a little mantra I came up with for her saying that her body was solely designed for my pleasure and use. I told her to repeat that mantra 3 times a day at a minimum then said goodnight. At that point I'd denied myself enough. Springing from my bed I grabbed my favorite dildo, before sitting on the edge of the bed facing my tablet. Instead of watching myself on the cam as I performed for Nick I watched and listened to Jenna take direction. I'd never even suspected that I had any kind of a dominant streak in me, but putting Jenna through her paces had been an incredible rush! Closing my eyes, I listened to her cry out as she came. I came shortly after, listening to the sounds of her slurping on the wet dildo. Laying back on the bed, I pulled the dildo to my mouth, plunging it into my throat while my wetness seeped down my cheeks. I couldn't wait for my next session with Jenna, I knew however that I'd have to take things slow and control myself. Before drifting off to sleep I removed my bustier, then in a stroke of inspiration I worked a large plug into my ass before pulling on a thong to hold it in place. "It's only fair!" I said to my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Needless to say the next morning I woke up in a sopping wet thong with some very imaginative and intense dreams!

Sitting Tables with Brigid by donnylaja Sitting Tables with Brigid -- Part 1 It was the weekend before the big Thanksgiving day parade. "Why are the Tunemasters doing this?" Rod's father said as their car pulled up to the local supermarket. "Don't you dudes make enough money for the school with all those parades?" He was always peeved at how much time Tunemasters activities took out of Rod's schedule, what with all those special engagements out of town. Like some of the other parents he felt that, despite the prestige of being Tunemasters, the school was taking advantage of them. Rod was aware of his father's attitude and, as always, tried to shrug it off. "Sarge says we have to 'keep a local presence'. Anyway it's for the preschool." "Sarge" was their band director, Mr. Watson, earning the nickname from his years with an Army band. "What, your preschool practice? The one you have to get up at 5 a.m. for?" "It's not that bad, Dad," Rod said, craning his neck to see who was at the table set up outside. "No, the preschool kids, nursery school." His father snorted. The Tunemasters not only had to fund-raise for themselves, particularly for those expensive uniforms, but also for half the rest of the school district. "Your uniform all perfect?" Rod ignored the sarcasm and looked down to check the line of buttons. "Yes, O.K." It always felt hot, constricting and scratchy, but today no worse than usual. "Sure you don't need a coat? Or worn your thermals?" "No, it's not that cold." Not as nice as yesterday, but O.K. As Rod got out he looked up at the gray sky. It was a little chilly maybe, some wind, but in his Tunemasters uniform, the full jacket, shirt, long pants, marching boots over tube socks, and the long underwear underneath, he should be all right. He got his trombone case from the back seat. Sarge had told everyone to bring their instruments and play tunes occasionally to attract attention to the table. "See you at 3." His father's car sped away. Rod hadn't told the real reason he wanted to sit table today -- he had finagled it so that he would be sharing the 1 p.m. to 3 p.m. shift with Brigid. Brigid! The Tunemasters majorette, the white Irish girl he'd been in love with from afar. Two hours with Brigid! On top of that it would be just them two! He had gotten here ten minutes early, hoping she would be early too, wanting to maximize every minute. She wasn't here yet. His friend Jaycee was sitting at the table, finishing up his shift. And Georgene, the pretty girl who was the lead clarinetist. She was quiet, nice, polite. Aside from sharing the same black skin color, the two were an odd couple, not talking much as they sat behind the big donation box with their clipboards. Their instruments were packed away, the cases under the table. "Where's the drum?" Rod said. The big old bass drum, with the 1950's style Tunemasters logo, which they never used (it was punctured on one side) but brought out sometimes for display. "Jeff's supposed to bring it," Jaycee said. "I don't know where he is." "What, that big red SUV?" "That's it. . . He's such a bad driver, I'm surprised his momma lets him drive it. . . Well hello!" It was Nilda, Jaycee's new girlfriend, or at least he was well on the way to getting her there. Nilda was a tall Hispanic girl with a nice body and big breasts that stretched the front of her zip-up suede jacket. Jaycee tried very hard not to look at them as he engaged in chitchat with her. Rod casually looked her up and down, and at her friend Luisa. They both had on skinny jeans and Uggs, and also knit caps and gloves, dressing like it was winter. Girls seemed to feel the cold more, he supposed. Jaycee's goo goo eyes, and his casual slouch, were arrested by the sight of Sarge approaching. It was strange to see him not in his usual suit, but in an open jacket and flannel shirt and corduroy pants. And sneakers! Jaycee sat up straight. "Hi, Sarge," the three Tunemasters said. "Feeling better?" Rod said. Sarge had had a cold all week and had been out sick yesterday. "Yes, thanks. My first sick day in five years," he said. He still sounded a little nasal. "Time to get some things for the wife. Thanks for doing this, kids." He looked at the table. "Where's the drum?" Jaycee and Georgina shrugged. Sarge looked around the parking lot as if expecting to see Jeff and the red SUV drive up. "It should be here. Hank was supposed to leave the door open for Jeff." Hank was the school custodian. Sarge turned to look at the Tunemasters, in "inspection" mode. "Jaycee, your top two buttons." "Oh, right," Jaycee said, as if he had been unaware. Now all 16 buttons were fastened. He pulled down his jacket to straighten it, in the process giving his newly cinched neck some breathing room. Sarge looked up at the sky. "Looks like the weather will hold. Who's signed up next?" "Me and Brigid," Rod said, as blandly as he could. "Is Brigid going to wear her uniform?" Jaycee said. When Sarge announced the table sitting last week he made it clear that everyone had to be in uniform. Sarge shook his head. "No, it's too chilly for that. Marching is one thing, just sitting around is another. I was sick, but Ms. Kleinfelter was going to tell her to just wear something nice, appropriate for the weather.." He looked up at the sky and put his hands in his jacket pockets. "Most bands, they give their majorettes a cover-up uniform for when they're not marching, but . . . well . . ." He shrugged. "Not my department. Hope Jeff gets here soon, that drum is a real attention getter. A piece of our history too. Take care, kids, thanks again." And with that he went into the supermarket. When he was gone Jaycee took up with Nilda again. Rod sat down and opened his case and started putting his trombone together. "How's the take been so far?" "Pretty good, I think," Georgina said in her quiet voice. When they were in sixth grade Rod had had a crush on her. "Some loot, but no Gold Sponsors yet," Jaycee said. Rod sat down next to them, trombone in hand, and looked at the clipboard. There was a box for donations. People who gave $25 or more got to be a "Gold Sponsor" with a complimentary T-shirt. The T-shirts were in a box under the table. Rod thumbed through them. They looked pretty nice, but . . . "There's only ten of them," he said. Jaycee shrugged. "I suppose the preschool folks don't have their hopes set too high." Georgina said, "Maybe they sold the rest already, at the preschool." Rod placed the cold mouthpiece against his lips and started blowing air to warm the trombone up. "What have you been playing?" "Here." Jaycee put a little loose-leaf in front of him. Rod turned the pages. The single-line melodies of some of their standard marches, written in bass and treble clefs. This way, any Tunemaster could play the melody as a solo. Sarge thought of everything. Now he looked around for Brigid. It was almost one o'clock. It was too far for her to walk from her house. Probably her father would drop her off. In his police car? Would that be allowed? "Take over for me, Rod, will you?" Jaycee said, grabbing his horn case and heading for his house two blocks away, having made a date with Nilda for pizza afterwards. He had finally gotten a side view of Nilda's boobs as she turned into the supermarket with Luisa. That left Rod with Georgina. She was so quiet, and he couldn't think of anything to say. It seemed odd that such a pretty girl wouldn't have a boyfriend. Didn't anyone ever ask her out? An elderly couple, carrying small bags of groceries, dropped some dollars into the box. "Thanks, very much," Rod said with a smile. A minute later Sarge came out with a gallon of milk, waved, and went to his car. Rod looked at the big clock on the bank across the street. It was now one o'clock. An old Volvo pulled up next to them. Rod's head snapped at attention as he looked inside. No, no one in it but a tall black girl in the driver's seat, looking maybe 20 years old. "Sorry, I have to go," Georgina said. "It's O.K., I can do it alone," Rod said. "Thanks . . . I'm sure Brigid will be here soon. Oh look, I think that's her poppa's car." The Volvo drove off and now Rod's rapt gaze was fixed on an old station wagon, lumbering and lurching toward him. Yes, that was Brigid's father driving, the big friendly red face, unruly red hair. Looked like he was wearing a sweatshirt, off duty. And -- Brigid! Or at least her head, in the passenger seat, the neatly combed red hair, the pretty face . . . All he could see through the window glass was her head. She was slouched down as if adjusting something below. But now as the car pulled up alongside, she looked up and smiled at him. He grinned and his heart was in his mouth, beating rapidly, as the big door opened and she stepped out. Sitting Tables with Brigid -- Part 2 The bare feet emerging from behind the door told all. And it was a total surprise. Now two thin flip-flops, with their slender sparkly strings, slapped flatly onto the asphalt. The dexterous toes, with nails meticulously painted black and white, wiggled into them and Brigid emerged. She stood up, this beautiful white girl, her perfect body almost completely on display, her green eyes radiant, a sprinkling of freckles on her face and her bare shoulders, her red hair carefully done up in pinned-up braids. A last-minute check of the evenness and the secureness of the little circlets, barely covering her nipples, with a gentle shimmying of her shoulders that made her breasts jiggle back and forth. Then she peered down past her concave, well-toned tummy to check the tiny T-string, an inch wide, barely covering and pressing into and separating her shaved labia. She reached behind and stretched out the clear V-strings on her butt cheeks, letting them slap back into place, to make sure they were positioned directly over her unseen anus. She leaned back into the car and got her baton. Rod heard her father call out, "Now don't keep yourself from a-goin' inside if you get chilled." She nodded and the door shut and the old car lumbered off. Brigid took a deep breath, looked around, and walked to the table, her bare slender legs, lightly muscled, almost strutting, proud to be a Tunemaster and proud of her uniform. People turned around, thinking for a moment they had seen a naked girl walk by, then realizing, oh, that's the Tunemasters majorette, whom they'd seen at football games and parades. Smitten as he was, reflexively smiling as he saw female perfection walking toward him, Rod was puzzled. Sarge had said Brigid didn't have to wear her uniform. "Hi, Rod," she said, though in his imagination her greeting was a lot more flowery. As if sitting for an exam, she took her place at the folding metal chair next to him, put her baton on the table in front of her, and clasped her hands. Rod tried very hard not to look sideways at her. He sat up and clasped his gloved hands, imitating her. Looking at her bare hands he noticed the nails meticulously painted in the school colors. He kept a stupid smile on his face, trying to think of something to say. He had mentally prepared a list of conversation topics, but it now escaped him. She always had this effect on him. All he could think about now was her bare butt on the cold metal of the chair. It must be like sitting naked on a block of ice. It had to be too cold for her to just sit around in her majorette uniform. Finally he cleared his throat. "I admire you, Brigid. Showing up in your uniform." "What do you mean? We all have to. Sarge said." "Didn't Ms. Kleinfelter talk to you?" "What?" Rod thought of whether to say anything. Looks like the message somehow never got to Brigid. He would hate for her to think she was freezing her buns off for no reason. He wondered if Brigid would pursue it. She didn't. "Been busy?" she said, pointing at the collection bin. "So so," Rod said. "Here are the T-shirts for the Gold Sponsors." He reached back and tapped the shirt box with his booted foot. She looked down, in the process spreading her toes to check the polish. With the disappearance over the years of boots and gloves, fingernail paint and toenail paint had become part of the majorette's uniform. Rod looked down too, as if also dispassionately inspecting the polish. He wasn't a foot fetishist or anything like that but he had to admit she had pretty feet. "Isn't the big drum supposed to be here?" Brigid said, looking around. Rod shrugged. "I know." Man, he thought, why can't I think of more to say? Now a young couple with two little kids passed by and gave them a ten. "Thanks for supportin' the preschool," Brigid said. One of the kids, a girl, looked at Brigid and her baton with wide-eyed awe. Brigid smiled engagingly. It was a peak shopping period at the supermarket and people were always going in and coming out. Now another guy put in a five. "Thanks." "Hi, Ms. Pikarski!" Brigid said, waving to a tall, youngish woman bundled up in a coat and scarf. She came by. Ms. Pikarski was the head of the preschool. An older woman was with her. "You're dressed for winter," Rod said, then wondering whether he said the right thing. "I'm thin blooded," Ms. Pikarski laughed. "Brave for you to be out today," she said to Brigid. Brigid shrugged her bare shoulders, and Rod caught a view of her breasts gently swaying and jiggling. They were the size of large oranges, more or less, and stood out firmly from her chest. Below, he caught a view of her tiny waist, and the gentle valley that encompassed her navel. "I'll twirl a lot to keep warm," she said pleasantly. "Rod can play tunes." "Mom, this is Brigid, the Tunemasters majorette, and Rod," Ms. Pikarski said. "This is my mother." "Good to meet you, I've seen you at games," the old woman said, shaking their hands with her gloved hand. "Here, let me be a Gold Sponsor." She pulled out her purse. "Thanks very much," Rod said, as he got a T-shirt from the box. Only nine left now. Brigid did the paperwork. Ms. Pikarski's mother laughed. "I can't see me wearing this!" she said, putting the T-shirt up over her coat. It was gold and had a cute kid's drawing of a house crowded with kids, a sun scrawled overhead. Rod thought: Ms. Pikarski's mother is heavily clothed, like all the rest of us, except one. "Thank you, thank you once again, Tunemasters!" Ms. Pikarski said. "Looks like things are going well today. This will get us out of a hole." "Jessy's looking forward to next year," Brigid said. With her accent she pronounced it "next yeah". "There'll be a spot for her, just like for Chrissy," Ms. Pikarski said. Then she put in a ten and said bye. As if on cue, a quite overweight woman limped into view, assisted by a cane, holding a little girl by the hand, whose face was a three-year-old version of Brigid's. "Hey Ma," Brigid said. "Hello Mrs. O'Dierna," Rod said. He knew she had some kind of heart condition and was in the hospital sometimes. Something having to do with when she gave birth to Jessy, her last baby. He wasn't sure of the details. "Hello young man," she said in a jovial voice. "Will you be okay?" Brigid said. "Oh fine," her mother said. "The stockboys will take everything out to the car." "I thought Dad was off today." "He was until a minute ago. Patrick called in sick." Jessy, jumping up and down in her snowsuit, couldn't contain herself. "Nutella! Nutella!" "NO nutella!" Brigid said sternly. "Ma, promise me, no sugary junk!" "Okay, okay," Ms. O'Dierna said with a tolerant smile. Then with a wave she ambled into the store, her youngest child in tow. Brigid slowly shook her head. Rod knew that she was the oldest of five kids, and six years older than the second-oldest, so with her mother being frail she was kind of an assistant parent. She had that "concerned mother" look on her again. "Jessy eats so much in the way of sweets. Ma just can't say no." Rod, figuring he could say nothing, sighed along with her. Now they both re-clasped their hands, a little ridiculously. An old woman smiled and put in a five as she passed. Now Rod's friend Jermaine passed by with his mother and Rod waved. Now it was their friend Latosha, stopping by with a bag of what looked like bread and eggs. "How was Ivan this morning?" she said. "Not so bad this time," Brigid replied. They were referring to Brigid's job waitressing at the Olympia Diner, where she had the 6 a.m. to noon shift. Latosha worked there too, on Wednesdays after school. Ivan, the boss, could be a terror, especially when it came to keeping the ketchup bottles filled. "I have to fix my uniform though," Brigid said. "I passed by the grill and the apron caught on that hook. A little tear, I can fix it." "Mine's still too tight. I have to let it out a little. . . You'd think they had more sizes than just small and extra small!" Brigid laughed. They talked a little about school stuff, then Latosha left, walking to her house, which was two blocks away. Rod noticed Brigid picking up the pencil for the Golden Sponsors list and playing with it. She was left-handed. With her fingers she did a little twirl as if her fingers were her hands and the pencil was her baton. Rod chuckled, trying not to glance back at the exquisite little jiggles this mini-twirling was causing with her breasts. "I suppose I'm a little compulsive," Brigid said, twirling the pencil again. Now she laid her palms up. "Is something wrong?" Sitting Tables with Brigid -- Part 3 "No, just checking how rough I am. There's a grip on the baton but it's not real good." She pointed to the metal shaft. In the middle it had a little network of engraved lines, not noticeable except up close. Now back to her palms. "I don't want to get too callused, so I use hand cream at night, but only sometimes. I can't be grippin' with soft skin, it would hurt." "Why don't you use gloves?" "What, like yours? I need to be flexible." "No, I mean . . . um, like those fingerless gloves, they use for exercise." "Ms. Kleinfelter was thinkin' about that a few months ago, but she decided against it. It would quadruple the coverage of what I'm wearin', and kind of dominate the presentation of the uniform." Presentation. A word Sarge used often. So important for a marching band. Rod figured he could mention her uniform now, giving him an excuse to look at her breasts. "The circlets look nice today." "These are the sparkly ones," Brigid said, gently cupping a breast in each hand. The sparkly circles must just barely cover the areolas; they were about an inch and a half across. Rod wondered how they stayed on. Glue? "They look a little golden," Rod observed. Brigid looked up. "No, that's just that car." A gold-colored SUV was parked nearby. "They take on the color around them." They both looked at her breasts, held in her hands. Or rather, they were appraising the circlets. She pulled up so that they pointed more upward. "Now they look red," Rod said. "That's from my hair," Brigid said. Rod gulped, and shifted in his chair uneasily, trying to accommodate his stiffening dick. Fortunately he was sitting down, and behind a table! "I've wondered about lettin' my hair down for marching, how it would affect the presentation. I should ask Sarge." Rod pictured Brigid prancing in front of the band totally naked, her long hair whipping around her shoulders and her arms, competing with the twirling of the baton. "What made you want to be the majorette?" The question just popped out. Brigid nodded and smiled at someone who put in a few dollars. "Last year when I was puttin' together the clarinet for a game I saw Sarge and Grenicia goin' to his desk, you know, next to the big instrument room?" Grenicia, a big black girl who graduated, was last year's majorette. "She was standin' there in her uniform, holdin' her baton on her hip, while Sarge was pointin' to a diagram of the formation, showin' where the drums would roll off, the yard lines, and a bunch of other details. It was like she was the on-field leader of the Tunemasters." That was true. Sarge himself liked to stay on the sidelines during games. Even in parades, he never led the band; he always walked alongside in his business suit. "And then, Sarge started askin' Grenicia's *advice* on things to do. Like she knew things he didn't, just from bein' the majorette." "Grenicia was very smart," Rod observed. He remembered that her uniform had more coverage, with bigger circlets, a simple bikini bottom instead of the tiny strings Brigid had to wear, and sturdier sandals with heel straps. For some reason, the majorette uniform kept shrinking, year by year. "Yeah, she went to Tufts, or Boston U., one of those places, on that ROTC scholarship, remember?" Brigid said, referring to last year's graduation ceremony. She turned a little toward Rod, her rebounding breasts following, as if helping to emphasize her words. "People have an idea that the majorette is just bein' pretty and twirlin'. But she has to be smart too, at least in the Tunemasters. ('Tunemastuhs.') So I figured that's for me. *I* can do that!" "You always like a challenge," Rod said. Then he realized it sounded a little sarcastic, somehow. He was going to say, That's what I like about you. But that would be too much. Instead, he added, "That's good." "Oh good grief!" Brigid said, half laughing, half in outrage, turning toward the parking lot. It was Jeff, big wide smile on his pimply white face, looking back from the driver's seat of a pickup truck that was backing up toward them. On the truck bed was the big drum, on its side, rolling back and forth precariously. Jeff nearly backed up into a passing car. He stopped as he was honked at, and then honked at again by someone else. "My Dad's SUV is in the shop!" he shouted merrily. "This is my uncle's pickup!" He lurched back a few more inches, only to stop short as another car sped by him. Brigid was up like a shot, bouncing into the fire lane, holding her hand up to both sides, directing cars to go around the pickup. Now she motioned to Jeff to back up, back up. From Rod's rear view, she was totally naked except for the thin, clear plastic strings angling like a V into her butt crack. Now she put her hands all the way up to signal Jeff to stop. Rod could see just the crescents of her breasts poking out from each side of her thin back, first one then the other, bouncing with her motions. Brigid taking charge. It's like what she was just saying about Grenicia. The majorette directing the band, with Sarge away. Brigid kept supplying Rod with more reasons to love her. The pickup was backed up to the sidewalk now, right near the table. Jeff hopped up into the cab and began struggling with moving the huge drum. It was about four feet high and hard to get a hold of. Brigid, shaking her head, fretted back and forth along the bumper, then reached up to open the tailgate. She decided to hop up and help the hapless 11th-grader. "This is a two-person job," she called back to Rod (breasts wiggling), "Could you stay on the ground and we'll hand it down to you?" Rod, of course, jumped up at this command, in the process making sure his stiffened dick angled down one leg of his pants. He was pretty sure no one could see it, though he wasn't about to look down to check. He positioned himself behind Brigid and tried to look up at the drum and not at her body. Judging the wispy flip-flops to be a hindrance, Brigid stepped out of them and, anchoring a hand on the lowered gate, vaulted barefoot up onto the truck bed, which was covered with an old carpet to protect the drum. Brigid and Jeff, standing up on either side of the drum, got into rushed but ineffectual discussions as to who would hold what. Jeff was a little slow and his failure to comprehend was getting the majorette frustrated. Rod almost laughed at this sight -- two white folks arguing on the bed of a pickup truck. He thought of rednecks, or what he imagined southern whites to be, leaving aside the fact that Jeff was Jewish and Brigid was Irish and it was Roxbury, Massachusetts. Jeff finally got the sense of what Brigid was trying to tell him, and the two of them picked the drum up and inched it backward, Brigid backing up from in front, Jeff pushing from behind. Rod stepped next to the gate. The drum was deep as well as tall, and to get her arms around it Brigid had to crush it against her body. Rod could see the squashed breasts flatten out on either side, under her armpits. The tension rods rubbed against them, pushing them up and down and sideways as the drum jerked about with their awkward steps. Probably bitingly cold metal in this weather, very uncomfortable against Brigid's bare skin. Brigid's goose-pimpled butt was now right above his face, her legs twisting crazily as she prepared to hand the drum over to him. He was aware that the spectacle was drawing a crowd of onlookers. Now Brigid, with her majorette's flexibility, turned one leg so that her toes curled over the lip of the gate. "Here, Rod." He reached up to grab a couple of the tension rods as she hopped down out of view. He heard her soles slapping on the asphalt. Rod tried to get a secure grip on the rim of the drum, so that it would not slip out of his gloves. In his full-coverage band uniform keeping his arms up over his head was awkward, constricted as he was by the long-sleeve undershirt, the long-sleeve band blouse, and the long-sleeved jacket with its 16 buttons, scratching him the whole time. Now Jeff lurched forward a little too fast and, trying to bring the drum down a bit, Rod's steps faltered. He crazily stepped right and left, his boots clomping all over the asphalt. Finally he got the drum in his arms and swerved it over to the table. He was proud of the fact that he successfully planted it on its side, good side facing out, right where it should go, next to the Golden Sponsors sheet. From behind he heard Jeff yell in the distance, "O.K., bye!" as he drove off. The fool didn't remember to close the tailgate . . . Now Rod's heart stopped as he heard Brigid's quiet but desperate whisper behind him -- "Oh shit -- my uniform!!" Sitting Tables with Brigid -- Part 4 Rod had never heard Brigid use such language before. He quickly turned around, then turned back, then turned around. He had to think fast. A uniform malfunction!! Would he get to see Brigid's bare nipples? Or maybe her shaved "pussy"?? Or maybe he shouldn't look at all? Through the corner of his eye he saw the problem and figured it was ok to turn around and look. Brigid, trying to get out of his way when he turned around with the drum, had twisted in one of her sparkly flip-flops and one of the little strings had snapped free of the thin sole. She hopped back to the table, trying to hold onto the broken sandal by squeezing with her toes. It fell off and she awkwardly bent down to pick it up. When Rod returned to his seat next to her she was in a distracted state. Her bare buns once more sat on the freezing bare metal of the folding chair, but now one leg was curled, toes hidden in the hollow of her other knee. She held the damaged flip-flop in her hand with eyebrows knitted with concern. She knew the smallest detail of her micro-uniform; Rod could see that the little button that kept the string in the sole had broken off, lost now somewhere on the parking lot asphalt. As Rod watched closely, the Tunemasters majorette carefully re-threaded the string through the hole and tied the ground-facing end into a knot. The parts of her uniform were so tiny Rod imagined she should be using a watchmaker's magnifying glass. "It will be a little tight on the ankle side, but it will do," Brigid said. She carefully brought her foot out and slipped the flip-flop back on. Standing up, she attempted two steps but the knot slipped out, and soon she was back on the chair, the bare foot hidden again. "What will I do now?" she asked herself, clearly distressed. "I can't be seen like this!" Everyone knew that Brigid was a modest girl. She would never be seen in the provocative clothes some other girls wore. Her usual outfit was long pants, sneakers with socks, and a long-sleeved blouse over which she often wore a denim jacket, probably to hide her boobs, which stuck out on her thin body. She was proud of her majorette uniform and to be seen with an item missing would deeply embarrass her. Rod thought fast. "Maybe . . . if you tied it around a toothpick or something?" "Good idea!" Brigid said, which made Rod feel proud. She looked to the supermarket door. "My mom's still in there -- can you ask her to get a box?" "Okay!!" Rod jumped at any request Brigid might give. He dashed inside and walked briskly from aisle to aisle, looking for Mrs. O'Dierna. He couldn't find her! . . . Well, I can buy a box myself. He had a ten-dollar bill with him, in case he wanted a snack or something. Quickly searching, he found toothpicks in the soda aisle, next to the party plates, and zoomed to the checkouts. It turned out that Brigid's mother was on line. He got behind her. "Hello, Mrs. O'Dierna," he said, stiffly and respectfully. She had been pushing the cart with one hand, her cane in the other. Little Jessy was in the little seat on top. Rod noticed Nutella in the cart. Brigid was not going to be happy about that. With some difficulty Rod pushed his fingers into the tight pocket in the front of his jacket and extracted the ten-dollar bill. Then on an impulse he pulled a bottle of water out of the little cabinet next to the line. Realizing that Brigid hadn't brought any money with her (where would she put it?), he got a bottle for her too. The line wasn't moving. An old guy in front was having an argument with the cashier as to the value of one of the coupons. It went on and on; now the assistant manager was called. Listening, Rod learned that the dispute was over twenty-four cents. He closed his eyes and exhaled. Brigid was in crisis, waiting for him. And this old man was holding things up over twenty-four cents. Not that wearing that flip-flop actually meant that Brigid would be more "covered". The strings were so tiny, thinner than shoelaces, that she was in effect exposing all of her bare feet to the world. Everyone else's uniform covered their whole bodies, except for their faces and necks. While the majorette only had those little circlets, the little V-strings over her butt, the one-inch-wide strip over her vagina, and the little flip flop strings. Rod had once calculated that the majorette enjoyed only 0.5 percent coverage over her body, while the rest of her band had the benefit of 96 percent. But it was the principle of the thing. A majorette can't go around in public with part of her uniform missing! It would be indecent! Rod exhaled again. He shared an exasperated look with Mrs. O'Dierna, though her eyes had a twinkle to them. She was not in any hurry. As for little Jessy, she was happily perched in her seat, engrossed in a rattle built into the front bar. Finally the old man was placated; the store decided to honor the coupon after all. Rod wanted to cut ahead of Mrs. O'Dierna but he knew that would be impolite. Brigid would have to wait a couple more minutes. Looking outside the front windows, he couldn't see her, though he could see part of the drum. He saw people passing by on their way in, in their overcoats, boots . . . Here he was inside the warmth of the store, all covered up . . . poor Brigid practically naked outside, sitting on that freezing metal chair . . . The O'Dierna family liked chicken, it seemed. There was a lot of it, lifted from the cart by the stockboy and put on the moving belt. Evidently the folks at the store knew about Mrs. O'Dierna's limited ability to bend over and lift things. The overweight, disabled mother of five watched with a smile. Then as she pushed the empty cart forward Jessy hopped onto her shoulder and jumped to the floor, sucking her thumb as her mother led her out behind the stockboy pushing the cart full of bags. Rod thought: The O'Dierna's are a happy family. Despite not having a lot of money, and Mrs. O'Dierna's health problems. Having Brigid as "assistant mother" must help a lot. He finally got out to the table with the little box of toothpicks. Brigid, still with her foot folded into her knee, sat with her fists on the table and a furrowed brow. Rod smiled. "I know, Nutella," he said. "Yes . . . exactly." Brigid watched as the old station wagon turned onto Martin Luther King Boulevard. Now she looked at the box of toothpicks. "Thank you much, Rod." She opened the box and fumbled to get a toothpick out. Rod noticed that her fingers were stiff and red. He glanced down and noticed that her toes were red too. In fact her body was flushed all over. White people, you could tell so much about them from their skin. Brigid tried to hide it but she was feeling the cold. "Here," Rod said, putting the bottle of water in front of her. "Thanks." Then he could have kicked himself. Just what she needs -- a drink of COLD water. He could have gotten her a hot tea. Then again . . . they didn't have any hot drinks in the store. Resourcefulness was an important asset for a Tunemasters majorette. Brigid had it in abundance. She expertly formed two toothpicks into a cross, then tied them onto the bottom of the flip-flop. Once again she slipped it on and took a few steps. This time it worked. "Thank goodness!" she breathed with a sigh of relief as she sat down again. Rod tried not to watch as her breasts rose and fell with her sigh. It seemed like the circlets were sticking out more. Underneath, her nipples were probably hardening with the cold. Brigid's next comment was instructive. "Let's play." Rod knew what that meant. He picked up his trombone, moved the slide in and out, stopping when realized it reminded him of jerking off, then read from the loose leaf the first line of "American Patrol". Brigid limbered up her stiff muscles and, stepping out past the sidewalk, did some expert throws. The first couple were low and safe, but then she got into her "zone" and threw way, way up, past the roof of the supermarket. Rod, inspired, went on to "Washington Post" and "Manhattan Beach". He knew these well enough so that he could glance at the majorette's circlets whirling round and round, as Brigid twirled her breasts along with the baton. Somehow she kept those backless flip-flops on her feet as she high-stepped and pivoted. The crossed toothpicks did not fail. As it was meant to do, the display attracted a little crowd. People stopped on their way and soon Brigid was being appreciated from every angle. She and Rod finished together, with Rod giving one final fanfare, extra loud. With the applause Brigid said, "Thank you -- step up and support our preschool!" This shamed enough people to come forward that for the next ten minutes she and Rod were busy taking donations and giving out shirts. They brought in two hundred dollars. They both caught their breaths as the rush subsided. "That was good, Brigid," he said. "Yeah," Brigid said, gulping down cold water, checking her hands like before. After this burst of activity there was a lull. Rod looked down at the box. There was only one T-shirt left. Then looked up at the sky. It was getting darker, though he couldn't tell if it was oncoming rain, or just this time of year. Daylight savings time had ended last week and it was now getting dark way early. It was getting near the end of the shift. Brigid exhaled. Her arms were blotchy and goose-pimply. Now she exhaled again, trying to suppress a shiver. She rubbed her upper arms with her hands. Rod decided he had to say something. "Brigid . . . you must be freezing. Why don't you put on that last shirt?" They were the long kind. If she put it on it would probably reach down to cover her tight bare butt cheeks, or almost. He imagined it would be hard to slip over those protruding circlets. They then would cause the shirt to stick way out, practically poking through it. "N - no . . . it's for the p - preschool . . ." "C'mon, Brigid!" "Don't worry about me, Rod . . . It's p - part of bein' a majorette. Anyway . . . I'm thinkin' of snuggling under the covers w - with a hot chocolate when I get home . . . That is after I show B - Bern how to make that f - fried chicken for dinner." Rod remembered that Bernadette was the second oldest in Brigid's family, about ten years old. "No need to shiver until then! Put the shirt on!" Strong-minded as Brigid was, Rod did not mind being insistent at a time like this. At that moment who should show up but Mrs. Melinda McPherson, their high school principal, dressed up nattily in her fake-fur coat, flowered dress, boots, velvet gloves, and large church-style hat. "Good afternoon, Mr. Sykes, Miss O'Dierna . . . how are we doing?" "Total take so far, five hundred twenty dollars," Brigid reported promptly, checking the sheet. "Eight gold sponsors." "Very good," Mrs. McPherson said, without surprise. "That's five hundred twenty dollars the preschool didn't have before. Oh hello, Mr. Lemrick." Rod's friend Lorenzo, another trombone player, had showed up for the last shift. He waved and bent down to open his case. Mrs. McPherson took out her purse. "I will have to be a gold sponsor too, you know!" She had two moods: A) wicked old witch, and B) kindly grandma. At the moment she was B. She handed Brigid forty dollars. "Wow, thanks, Mrs. McPherson!" the nearly naked majorette said. Rod could not detect her thoughts as she picked the last T-shirt out of the box and gave it to her heavily clothed school principal. They watched her fold the shirt and put it into one of her coat pockets, then walk into the store. "Well time for us to go," Rod said, watching his father drive up. The wind kicked up. "Not a moment too soon either!" He vicariously imagined her relief as he thought of Brigid slipping her half-frozen body under blankets and sipping that hot chocolate. As Lorenzo took his place at the table Rod looked around. "Who's taking your shift, Brigid? They look like they're late." "It was g - goin' to be Debbie but she called me to say she's s - sick," Brigid shivered. "So I'm a-takin' her shift." "Oh . . . okay, then bye." "B - bye!" Rod imagined she could warm herself up with more twirling as Lorenzo played fanfares. But he still felt miserable as he left her, nearly all bare and shivering. He got into the car, said hi to his father, put the seat belt on, and caught one last glimpse of Brigid has he straightened his jacket and undid the top two buttons, giving his neck some room to breathe. He felt hot and would be glad to get home and take off these heavy scratchy things. [end]

Bad Girl Brittany by Humilatron Bad Girl Brittany (Part 1) Brittany Star was the baddest of them all. She had the tattoos, she had the black lip stick, she had the lip piercings, the ear piercings, and even a belly button piercing. She had the dyed hair that was black with streaks of blue. She also had a younger sister that was always seen as the good child. Her name was Christina, but Brittany and everyone else always called her Chrissy. One day, Brittany and Chrissy were chilling upstairs while their mom was preparing dinner. Brittany noticed Chrissy had something in her hand. "Chrissy what the hell are you doing?" she asked as she approached her sister. Her eyes widened as she realized Chrissy was holding a lipstick. Brittany grabbed her by the collar and asked through gritted teeth. "Is that mom's favorite lipstick?" "Yup." Chrissy simply said through a smug face. "Put it back," Brittany commanded. "No," Chrissy said defiantly holding it out. "She's going to kill us," Brittany said. Chrissy continued to hold out the lipstick. Brittany went to grab the lipstick, but ended up accidentally smacking Chrissy causing her to drop the lipstick. Brittany sighed as she picked up the lipstick from the ground. It was in that moment Chrissy cried out. "MOM! BRITTANY STOLE YOUR LIPSTICK!" Brittany stood there in shock as the footsteps stormed up the stairs. The bedroom door was thrown open and their mom came in screaming, seeing Brittany holding the lipstick. "BRITTANY! I'm so done with you." Brittany couldn't even turn around to face her as she stood in shock as she dropped the lipstick destroying it. "And she just hit me," Chrissy added showing her mom the red mark on her cheek. "But... but..." Their mom shook her head. "Quiet. Not one word from you, missy." "Seriously mom, I didn't mean to hit her-" "SHUT UP! If you know what's good for you," their mom said as she grabbed Brittany by the ear and dragged her towards the bed. She unzipped Brittany's jeans revealing a lacy black thong as she pulled the pants down. Brittany's eyes widened in fear. "Mom what are you doing?" she cried. Chrissy's eyes brightened as she realized what was happening. "No way." "Young lady, you'd better prepare that naked bottom of yours for a good hard spanking. Next time you'll think twice before hitting your sister," her mom continued as she pulled Brittany across her lap. "Mom please, stop," Brittany cried as she was bent across with her bare cheeks on display as Chrissy watched stifling her laughs. SLAP SLAP SLAP SPANK SPANK SPANK SLAP "Mom please, you can't... you can't... I'm too old... please... stop..." "I'm so sick and tired of you always arguing with your sister! And now you fight and beat her! Well I'll show you a real beating alright." SPANK SLAP SLAP SMACK SMACK SLAP SLAP "No you can't! Please! STOP! You can't spank me!" "Yes, you're getting a spanking and you CAN be spanked. In fact..." Brittany felt her thong being pulled up. "Mom... what are you doing?" All of a sudden, her thong was pulled down to her knees. "NO! PLEASE NOT THAT! PLEASE NOT IN FRONT OF CHRISSY!" In Brittany's position, her bare pussy was completely visible. Chrissy burst out laughing not believing her eyes. Brittany's bare bottom and pussy were on full display. Brittany tried reaching her hand back to cover her privates. "Not my panties! Please!" Their mom grabbed her hand and pulled it behind her back preventing Brittany from using it. She then yanked Brittany's jeans completely off leaving Brittany completely exposed except for her thong hanging around her knees, not doing anything to help her modesty as Chrissy laughed at the sight. "Oh my god you look ridiculous!" Chrissy laughed. As their mom resumed the spanking, Brittany inadvertently spread her legs apart which ended up breaking her thong causing it to fall off leaving her butt naked as she was whaled on. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Brittany sobbed like a little girl as her mom continued to spank her. "Mommy, I'm sorry!" Brittany cried Finally the spanking stopped as Brittany laid across her mom's left bottomless and sobbing like a baby. "Yeah, you're sorry now. Come on, get up and apologize to your sister." Brittany gritted her teeth as she stood up from her mom's lap and stood with her hands against her sides as she faced Chrissy. "I...I'm so sorry Chrissy," Brittany cried. Chrissy held her hand to her mouth as she laughed as she stared at her sister's bare pussy. "PFFT. I'm can totally see! PFFFT" "Good girl," their mom said with a smile as she held up a very old pair of panties with a teddy bear face on them. "And now let's cover that sore butt of yours! I found these in your drawers." Brittany's eyes widened. "But... but I used those when I was a child!" "Well that's what I found..." CLICK "ouch my butt," Brittany sobbed as she pulled the panties on. They were so tight they were practically a thong leaving her bare spanked bottom on display. CLICK. Brittany was grabbed by the ear as she was pulled away. "And since you started acting like a child, you can dress like one! And now you come with me. You need some corner time, so you can think about your behavior." CLICK Brittany looked behind her only to see Chrissy holding Brittany's phone and grinning like the chesire cat. "Wha...what are you... CHRISSY! Mom! Mom Look! PLEASE!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears as she was dragged to the corner of the living room. "Mom... chrissy has my pho-" "SILENCE! You'll stay with your bottom on display, until I say so." "but..." "And not ONE word from you!" Brittany sobbed. Chrissy laughed evilly as she posted pictures of Brittany's red exposed bottom pulling on the childish panties, lying across her mom's lap with her bare pussy and bottom on display, and more to Facebook and all of Brittany's contacts except for her mom. All of a sudden as everyone was at school walking down the halls, they all got pings of bad girl Brittany clearly being spanked like a child by her mom. All through the halls everyone was showing the pictures to everyone who didn't see them. "Oh my god... is that Brittany?" "Eh dude, look at this." "It's so red!" "At her AGE??" "Isn't she 19?" "PFFT... more like 9" "Is that... Brittany?" Brittany would certainly be in for a nice surprise when she finally got her phone back, but unfortunately she was banned from using any electronics for a whole month so that revelation would have to wait as everyone would see her bare naked and spanked bottom long before Brittany even learned about the photos. And so began the fall of Bad Girl Brittany. Bad Girl Brittany (Part 2) It was Junior year when Brittany started becoming a real bitch of a person. She was at her edgiest stage of her life. She was just transitioning into her bad girl persona with full force. So you can imagine as she's experimenting with all these things, and taking her reputation more seriously than ever. Her sister was walking through the halls heading to English when Brittany's friend Erika whispered something into her ear. Brittany glanced at Chrissy and smirked and nodded. Brittany shoved Chrissy into a locker and grinned a big smile. "Brittany, what the hell? What are you doing?" Chrissy yelled as she glared at her sister. Chrissy struggled under Brittany's grasp who kept her pinned against the locker. "Hey sis, Erika and I were just talking about you. Do you want to know what about?" she asked with a cruel smile. Chrissy shook her head. "What are you talking about?" "We were talking about what underwear you were wearing under those jeans. Erika thinks you're wearing thong. I, however, know you don't own one and guessed you were wearing something more... childish. Like those cute ducky underwear you have," Brittany jeered. "Let me go," Chrissy gritted. "Not until I get the information that I want," Brittany said as she reached for Chrissy's jeans. Chrissy struggled under Brittany's grasp but it was no use. She noticed people starting to gather around to watch this scene unfold but no teacher was in sight. Brittany cruelly unbuttoned Chrissy' jeans and pulled down with a hard yank, not bothering to unzip her pants first. This caused Chrissy's panties to be dragged down with her jeans leaving her completely bottomless in front of everyone with her bare pussy and plump bottom on display, Chrissy wished to die in a hole. Brittany pulled Chrissy's pants completely off and took the panties out of the jeans holding them up for everyone to see. She then stepped away from Chrissy letting her go as she left her sister butt naked in the crowded hallways as she tried to cover herself. Brittany waved around Chrissy's embarrassing blue underwear decorated with cute yellow ducks. "I was right!" Brittany giggled as she tossed the panties to Erika who smiled with glee. "I guess I owe you twenty," Erika said with a giggle. "I have another wager for you though. Do you think Chrissy stuffs her bras?" Brittany smiled evilly as she looked at her sister trying to cover herself. She suddenly grabbed Chrissy, pinning her arms behind her back as she laughed. "What do you think sis? Do you stuff your bras?" Chrissy's eyes widened at the question. "Please. Don't take my top off! I've been humiliated enough! Please. Not in front of all these people!!" Brittany laughed. "Time for your mosquito bites to be on display in front of everyone," Brittany whispered as she reached down and grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled up revealing Chrissy's padded blue bra. Brittany quickly undid it leaving Chrissy completely naked with her arms pinned behind her back as her small breasts were put on display. "Wow, what a baby. Look at those widdle tits of yours. Don't worry, one day you'll hit puberty." Everyone laughed as Chrissy was paraded down the halls naked. It was then a teacher finally saw Chrissy and Brittany in the hallways. "PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE NOW!" Mrs Bulstrap yelled taking Brittany by the ear and dragging Chrissy as well. They were both dragged through the school which unfortunately meant Chrissy being shown naked to everyone as they walked to the principal's office. Brittany scoffed as their mother was called. "Ms Star, what do you have to say for yourself?" Principal Morris asked. "How dare you strip your own sister and humiliate her in front of everyone." "It's not my fault she can't grow a pair of tits," Brittany giggled. "Besides, I didn't mean for her to be naked. Maybe she should wear loose fitting pants to avoid that situation." "Ms Star, give me one reason why I shouldn't expel you immediately?" Principal Morris said. "I'd rather give you one reason you should," Brittany scoffed as she flipped off the principal. It was a few hours before Mrs Star stormed into the office. "BRITTANY ELIZABETH STAR! How dare you treat your sister like this! You are going to be in so much trouble when you get home!" "I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to embarrass Chrissy like that," Brittany said innocently. "I can buy Chrissy new clothes if it helps." Mrs Star took a deep breath calming herself down. "Let's just go home. I will be dismissing both my daughters from school," Mrs Star said to the principal. "Before you do, Mrs Star," the principal said. "I have to inform you that Ms Brittany Star here is hereby suspended for 30 days and will be considered for expulsion." Mrs Star sighed. "Thank you for informing me, I will make sure Brittany is punished for this." The two girls were escorted out to the car, Chrissy still naked and embarrassed. When they got home their mother held out her hand. "Give me your phone. You are not to go out anywhere for the duration of your suspension, and you will not have your phone either," Mrs Star said to Brittany. Brittany rolled her eyes and gave her mom her phone before trudging up the stairs. Chrissy looked flabbergasted. "That's it? After all that? She just gets grounded?" "Don't push me Chrissy. I am the master of this house and I can punish you and Brittany in any way I see fit. I think you should also learn a little lesson about talking back. You can spend the rest of the day as you are for questioning my judgement." Chrissy's eyes widened. "You've got to be kidding me!" Mrs Star raised an eyebrow. "No, I'm not. And for that, you can spend the whole weekend naked. It's only going to get worse if you continue to complain." Chrissy bit her tongue to keep from making it worse as she groaned and turned up the stairs. Brittany laughed as Chrissy entered the bedroom naked. "Wow she actually punished you too. Well, hope you like having your tits on display because Erika is going to be coming over soon." "But you're grounded," Chrissy hissed. "Please, she'll just climb up the window. And if you say one word, I'll make sure mom extends your nude punishment and also send some pics to all your contacts," Brittany laughed as she waved Chrissy's phone in front of her face. "I have some great pics of you btw courtesy of Erika." "You wouldn't dare," Chrissy cried. "Just test me," Brittany shrugged. Bad Girl Brittany (Part 3) So after many times of humiliation and Brittany practically getting away with being a bitch, Chrissy really wanted to get Brittany back and knock her down multiple steps. She would have to wager that her mom would actually punish Brittany, but she would go to great lengths and hope that her mom would deliver. Chrissy decided to borrow mom's favorite lipstick. It was the only shade like it and she knew full well that it was her mom's favorite. As her mom was preparing dinner, Chrissy walked into the bedroom where Brittany was. With the lipstick in hand, Chrissy knew Brittany would freak out. Sure enough Brittany grabbed Chrissy by the collar. "Chrissy what the hell are you doing?" she asked. "Is that mom's favorite lipstick?" Chrissy grinned happy that Brittany noticed. "Yup," Chrissy said with a smug face knowing Brittany would take the bait. "Put it back!" Brittany commanded. "No," Chrissy said holding it out defiantly. "She's going to kill us," Brittany said. Chrissy continued to hold out the lipstick almost daring Brittany to try and grab it. Brittany did just that but as she tried she ended up smacking Chrissy across the face. Chrissy dropped the lipstick in shock, As Brittany picked up the lipstick, Chrissy yelled out. "MOM! BRITTANY STOLE YOUR LIPSTICK!" Brittany stood in shock as she stared at Chrissy as the footsteps of their mom stormed up the stairs. The bedroom door was thrown open and their mom came in screaming, seeing Brittany holding the lipstick in her hand. "BRITTANY! I'm so done with you!" Chrissy smiled with glee finally having this victory. Brittany couldn't even move as she stood in shock and dropped the lipstick ruining it. "And she just hit me," Chrissy added showing her mom the red mark on her cheek. "But...but.." Their mom shook her head. "Quiet. Not one word from you, missy." "Seriously mom, I didn't mean to hit her-" Oh no, she wasn't going to weasel her way out of this right? "SHUT UP! If you know what's good for you," their mom said as she grabbed Brittany by the ear and dragged her towards the bed. Chrissy's eyes widened in surprise... what was happening? Their mom unzipped Brittany's jeans revealing a lacy black thong as she pulled the pants down. Brittany's eyes widened in fear. "Mom what are you doing?" she cried. Chrissy's eyes brightened as she realized what she was happening. "No way," she said with a smile. "Young lady, you'd better prepare that naked bottom of yours for a good hard spanking. Next time you'll think twice before hitting your sister," her mom continued as she pulled Brittany across her lap. Chrissy noticed Brittany's phone laying on her desk and subtly took it. She started taking pictures of Brittany. "Mom please, stop," Brittany cried as she was bent across with her bare cheeks on display as Chrissy watched stifling her laughs. SLAP SLAP SLAP SPANK SPANK SPANK SLAP "Mom please, you can't... you can't... I'm too old... please... stop..." "I'm so sick and tired of you always arguing with your sister! And now you fight and beat her! Well I'll show you a real beating alright." SPANK SLAP SLAP SMACK SMACK SLAP SLAP "No you can't! Please! STOP! You can't spank me!" "Yes, you're getting a spanking and you CAN be spanked. In fact..." Brittany felt her thong being pulled up. "Mom... what are you doing?" All of a sudden, her thong was pulled down to her knees. "NO! PLEASE NOT THAT! PLEASE NOT IN FRONT OF CHRISSY!" In Brittany's position, her bare pussy was completely visible. Chrissy burst out laughing not believing her eyes. After all this time, Brittany was finally getting hers. Brittany's bare bottom and pussy were on full display. Brittany tried reaching her hand back to cover her privates. "Not my panties! Please!" Their mom grabbed her hand and pulled it behind her back preventing Brittany from using it. She then yanked Brittany's jeans completely off leaving Brittany completely exposed except for her thong hanging around her knees, not doing anything to help her modesty as Chrissy laughed at the sight making sure to take pictures of Brittany. "Oh my god you look ridiculous!" Chrissy laughed as she looked at an image with Brittany's As their mom resumed the spanking, Brittany inadvertently spread her legs apart which ended up breaking her thong causing it to fall off leaving her butt naked as she was whaled on. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Brittany sobbed like a little girl as her mom continued to spank her. Chrissy couldn't help but smile with glee. "Mommy, I'm sorry!" Brittany cried Finally the spanking stopped as Brittany laid across her mom's left bottomless and sobbing like a baby. "Yeah, you're sorry now. Come on, get up and apologize to your sister." Brittany gritted her teeth as she stood up from her mom's lap and stood with her hands against her sides as she faced Chrissy. "I...I'm so sorry Chrissy," Brittany cried. Chrissy held her hand to her mouth and the other behind her back with the phone in hand as she laughed as she stared at her sister's bare pussy. "PFFT. I'm can totally see! PFFFT" "Good girl," their mom said with a smile as she held up a very old pair of panties with a teddy bear face on them. "And now let's cover that sore butt of yours! I found these in your drawers." Brittany's eyes widened. "But... but I used those when I was a child!" "Well that's what I found..." CLICK "Ouch my butt," Brittany sobbed as she pulled the panties on. They were so tight they were practically a thong leaving her bare spanked bottom on display. CLICK. Brittany was grabbed by the ear as she was pulled away. "And since you started acting like a child, you can dress like one! And now you come with me. You need some corner time, so you can think about your behavior." CLICK Brittany looked behind her only to see Chrissy holding Brittany's phone and grinning like the chesire cat. "Wha...what are you... CHRISSY! Mom! Mom Look! PLEASE!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears as she was dragged to the corner of the living room. "Mom... chrissy has my pho-" "SILENCE! You'll stay with your bottom on display, until I say so." "but..." "And not ONE word from you!" Brittany sobbed. Chrissy laughed evilly as she posted pictures of Brittany's red exposed bottom pulling on the childish panties, lying across her mom's lap with her bare pussy and bottom on display, and more to Facebook and all of Brittany's contacts except for her mom. All of a sudden as everyone was at school walking down the halls, they all got pings of bad girl Brittany clearly being spanked like a child by her mom. Chrissy finally had her revenge on Brittany and it was only the beginning of the fall of Brittany's precious reputation. Chrissy couldn't wait to go to school the next day. Bad Girl Brittany (Part 4) It was exactly a month later when Brittany finally was allowed back to school and also allowed clothes. She still, however, didn't have her phone as Chrissy kept it on her body at all times not daring to let Brittany know what was going on. The day Brittany came to school , she was immediately greeted by snickers and laughs. "How does your butt feel Brittany?" "Does mommy need to give you another spanking?!" "How's your Teddy doing?" "Someone should pants her to see if her butt is still red." "Too bad we never saw her boobs. I bet she stuffs her bras." "Did you see her pussy? It was completely bare." Brittany looked around confused. "Chrissy why are they talking about?" Chrissy grinned wide as she put her thumbs through the waistband of Brittany's pants and undies as she gave em a good yank. Brittany was only wearing yoga pants and the teddy underwear from before so they felt right down to the ground. Brittany squealed quickly cupping her crotch to cover it up just as Chrissy reached for the bottom of Brittany's shirt and yanked up revealing Brittany's bra. Before she could react she undid Brittany's bra as padding fell out. Brittany squealed in surprise just as Chrissy pulled her hands behind her back and put a pair of fake handcuffs on them pinning them behind her back. The halls erupted in laughter. "And you called my boobs mosquito bites. What does that make yours? Ants? Microscopic? Also I may have sent the entire school pictures of you over mom's lap." Brittany blushed a deep red as she ran down the halls with her hands behind her back trying to find something or somewhere to make this all go away. Chrissy chased her close behind as she stuck her foot out causing Brittany to fall flat on her face with her legs in the air. "Think of this as payback that has been a long time coming," Chrissy said. "Where's Erika now to save your naked butt?" Brittany looked around trying to find Erika, but she was laughing and taking pictures. Brittany frowned as she struggled to her feet and then approached Erika. "Erika? What are you doing?" Brittany asked. Erika looked her up and down. "Look, Brittany, I don't know you. I don't ever want you to talk to me again. You lost my respect when you were across your mommy's lap like a 5 year old. And those boobs. Heh. Those boobs are pathetic. I can't believe I was ever friends with you." Brittany frowned. "But Erika... I thought... I thought we had something special." "Please I don't date babies. Whatever we were, we're done Brittany," Erika scoffed as she walked away. Chrissy looked in shock, surprised that Erika actually just shunned Brittany like that. Part of her was happy because Brittany deserved it. But part of her was also sad for her sister as she knew how much Erika had meant to her. She wrapped her arms around Brittany as she pulled her away. "Come on, Britt. She doesn't deserve you," Chrissy whispered as Brittany let a tear roll down her cheek. Chrissy undid Brittany's handcuffs just as Brittany collapsed to the floor in sadness. "Britt, come on now. Don't be like this." "Shut up, Chrissy. This is all your fault," Brittany cried. "If you think you're going to get off easy for this one. You're dead wrong. I hate you, Chrissy. And now that I do. There's nothing holding me back now. So go ... yourself." Brittany got up and stormed away trying to fight the tears from coming. Chrissy couldn't help but gulp. Maybe she had taken it too far. But she also knew that Brittany deserved it. She couldn't just feel bad for her. But then she thought about it. There was only one way she would gain Brittany's respect back. She just had to do it before Brittany retaliated at her. She knew now she had to get Erika and it had to be tonoght during the big football game. Bad Girl Brittany (Part 5) It was four years ago when Brittany met Erika. She has been sunbathing at the beach with her family when the most beautiful woman Brittany had ever seen approached her. "Excuse me, but I was wondering if you could rub this sunscreen on me," the woman said. "Oh sure," Brittany said as she sat up from her blanket. She brushed some sand off of the blanket and then gestured for to sit. Brittany was very cautious of her body and wore a one piece with a padded bra to help boost her rack when at the beach. The woman was in a very revealing bikini that made it clear she was all real which only made Brittany jealous. She helped rub in the sunscreen making sure to get all over as the woman smiled with her long brown hair. "Thank you for this. I'm kind of by myself today," the woman said. "I'm Erika, by the way. Erika Gates. No I'm not related to Bill Gates and boy I wish I were." "I'm Brittany, Brittany Star," Brittany said with a smile as she couldn't help but stare at this gorgeous girl. She never considered herself gay, but if she were she definitely felt it here. "You go to Great Falls High?" Erika asked. "Um, yeah, yeah I do," Brittany said. "Why?" "I think I've seen you before. I'm a sophomore," Erika said. "Oh, I'm a Freshman," Brittany said. "Well, let me take you under my wing then. I can show you the ropes, and everything," Erika said. Brittany caught herself staring again. "Heh, like what you see?" Erika asked with a wink. Brittany blushed. "Huh, what? Oh sorry. I-you're j-just so...so pretty." Brittany wanted to slap herself for that comment. "Aw, i think you're cute too," Erika said."You see that girl?" Brittany looked to see who Erika was pointing at and realized it was her younger sister who was sleeping under the umbrella. "Yeah, what about her?" "Wouldn't it be funny if say she lost her bottoms when she woke up," Erika said with a giggle. "I bet she doesn't have any hair down there." Brittany thought about it. "I don't know, Erika. That seems a little mean," Brittany said. "Maybe we should just go... swim or something." "Oh no, this body doesn't just get wet for anybody, sweetheart. Besides, it won't be harmful. She can just put them on when she wakes up. Come on, live a little." Brittany thought about it. She really wanted to impress this girl, but she didn't want to embarrass her sister like that. Finally she gave in. "Alright, fine. Just, just make sure she can get her bottoms when she wakes up." "Just give em to me. I'll make sure she gets them back immediately," Erika said. Brittany quietly and slowly approached Chrissy as she whispered. "Sorry Chrissy. But I have to." Brittany carefully undid Chrissy's bottoms and slid them off. Chrissy was fast asleep so she just laid there with her bare pussy now on display to the beach. Brittany handed the bottoms to Erika with a grin, "Here you go," Brittany said. "Wow, I am impressed," Erika smiled. "You might have a little spunk in you after all. Perhaps I misjudged you." Erika then threw the bottoms as they landed near the shore just as a wave came crashing pulling them away. "Wait, I thought you said..." "I know, I changed my mind. This is way more fun," Erika giggled as she flung her arms around Brittany's neck and slowly batted her eyelashes making Brittany gulp. "That isn't a problem is it?" Brittany gulped a little conflicted. She really was starting to like Erika. "Uh... uh no, no problem," Brittany coughed as she smiled a little. "That was kind of exciting." "Why don't we wake her up," Erika said with a smirk. Brittany approached Chrissy ad tapped her on the shoulder. "Chrissy, psst," she said with a whisper. "Chrissy, wake up." Chrissy's eyes popped open as she saw Brittany standing over her. "Brittany? What are you..." Suddenly she felt a breeze. She looked down and screamed jumping up from her seat covering her crotch as onlookers looked and giggled. "Brittany what the hell did you do?!" Chrissy demanded as she looked around for her bottoms. Erika laughed as she put an arm around Brittany. "Nice one, Britt. We'll make a rebel out of you yet," she whispered as she gave Brittany a kiss on the cheek and walked away. Brittany couldn't help but smile and blush. "Mom!" Chrissy called out as she saw her mom coming back from the sea as she clutched her naked bottom and crotch. "Mom, Brittany did something to my bottoms. They're gone." Brittany stared at Chrissy. "What? I didn't do anything to you," Brittany protested. "You were sleeping they probably blew off. I woke you up to tell you you were bottomless." Their mom approached them. "Well, Chrissy. I don't know what to tell you. I do know you need to go down to the sea and wash yourself off. There's sand all over you." Chrissy paled. "But I'm naked," Chrissy cried. "You'll be fine. I'll get you a towel to wrap around your waist." Brittany couldn't help but think about Erika as Chrissy and her mom went on about her state of dress. She smiled out of joy just thinking about her. Bad Girl Brittany (Part 6) Brittany headed back to school after spring break still thinking about that girl. She couldn't get her mind off of her. As she entered the school and approached her locker, she noticed Erika standing nearby. They hadn't talked since the beach since neither had the others' phone number. Brittany approached Erika shyly. "Hey, Erika. It's good to see you again," Brittany said hoping She hadn't forgotten about her. "Oh hey, Brittany. How was your spring break?" Erika asked. Brittany blushed. "I...I couldn't stop thinking about you,." Brittany wanted to slap herself for saying that. Erika smiled and approached Brittany leaning in close. "I couldn't stop thinking of you either," she whispered as their noses almost touched. Brittany breathed in Erika's spearmint toothpaste and sighed. "I've never done anything like that before. I kind of felt bad." Erika wrapped her arms around Brittany, pulling her even closer. "The first one is always hard, but it's totally worth it. We'll turn you into a bad girl by the end of the year. You'll see. You'll get a makeover. You'll rock out to everything. We'll get you a tattoo and everything." Brittany blushed at how close Erika's face was. Her arms around her. "I've also never done something like... this before either." Erika giggled. "What you've never had friends?" Erika asked with a smirk as she leaned in even closer as their lips almost touched. Brittany just stared at her and kissed her. Erika smiled in the kiss as she realized she had Brittany wrapped around her finger. "I'll see you in Chemistry," Erika said with a wink as she pulled away. "Huh?" Brittany said as she stared at Erika longingly as Erika walked away stopping to bend over to pick something up revealing her lacey thong under neath as her shirt lifted up. Brittany just had a look of confusion trying to figure out Erika's game. Out of nowhere, Erika yanked down the pants of a girl passing by who screamed as Brittany felt a rush of excitement as Erika ran away leaving the girl clad in polka dotted panties. Bad Girl Brittany (Part 7) It hadn't been until a year after Brittany really transformed into her bad girl nature. She got multiple tattoos, piercings, changed her wardrobe and everything. She also looked into much more convincing padded bras as she wanted to get more serious with Erika but didn't want to be embarrassed by her lack of cleavage. There was even a time where Brittany looked into boob surgery but quickly realized it was way too expensive. It was on Valentine's Day Brittany really got serious with Erika. She brought her home as she kissed her really falling in love with Erika. They went up to their room and laid in bed. Erika reached for Brittany's top but Brittany stopped her. "Erika wait. I... I can't. I love you. I really do. But I can't take my top off for you," Brittany said with shame in her eyes. "Come on, Britt. It's nothing I haven't seen," Erika said as she kissed her ear and forehead. "I know... I just... I'm not ready for that," Brittany said. "But I do want to ask you what this is. What are we, Erika?" Erika rested her head in Brittany's shoulder. "I'm not really sure. I mean, I like you a lot. You tell me you love me, but you've never asked me to be official," Erika said. "Would you want to? To be my girlfriend?" Brittany asked. "Maybe I would. Maybe I wouldn't. I'm not really sure. I like you I know that much," Erika said. "I don't commit myself like that. I put myself out there. But I don't do permanent things. You're honestly my longest whatever this is." "You're my first whatever this is. I don't know if I would call myself a lesbian, but when I saw you, there was something about it." Erika smirked. She knew that Brittany would do practically anything to her. "We should go prank your sister," Erika whispered. "Again? Don't you think maybe we should let her go?" Brittany asked. "What's the fun in that?" Erika laughed. "Come on." Erika got up . Chrissy was in the shower minding her business while Erika snuck in and stole everything, the towels, her clothes, everything. She hid them where no one would be able to find them. Brittany followed close behind to see what was going on. Erika grinned as she put her hand on the curtain and held her phone up to record everything. Brittany smiled and nodded as Erika threw back the shower curtain to expose Chrissy completely naked. "AHHHHH!" Chrissy screamed as she realized she was no longer hidden by the modesty of the curtain. "Brittany what the hell?!" She tried to cover herself but it was too late. "Oh my god. Look at those mosquito bites," Erika laughed. "You can see everything in this shot. How pathetic. You look like a child. Brittany frowned she realized Erika would definitely mock her if she knew the truth. Chrissy and her both received the small boob genes and were both similar in size. The other always thought the other had the bigger boobs. Chrissy tried to pull the curtain back but quickly realized all of the towels and clothes were gone. "Where are my clothes?!" "Heh, they're out on the lawn if you want them. I would go hurry and get them before someone steals them," Erika laughed as she continued to record. Chrissy paled and cried but immediately stopped the shower and ran to the front door. There was so much traffic this time of the day. But Chrissy ran out quickly to grab a towel. Immediately Erika closed it behind her and locked the door. "Heh. I didn't actually throw anything out there," Erika said as she laughed looking as Chrissy ran back to the door after realizing nothing was there. "Brittany! Let me inside! Brittany I'm going to kill you and your friend!" "Aw the little baby wants some clothes," Erika sneered. "Too bad she's not getting anything." "Erika, maybe we should let her back in. The prank is done," Brittany said kind of feeling bad for Chrissy. "Oh come on, Britt. Where's that bad girl I love to see. Live a little," Erika said as she brought Brittany into a kiss. "She deserves all this. And if you really care for me, you won't ruin my games with your emotions." Brittany looked down and nodded. "I guess you're right," Brittany said. "I really do like you. And I guess Chrissy does kind of deserve it. She's kind of a brat." "Exactly," Erika said as she kissed her again. "We'll make a rebel out of you yet." And it was from that point forward Brittany officially became Bad Girl Brittany, the rebel, the bad girl , the person held back several years in a row, the person you now see today who was just humiliated and abandoned by the people she loves the most. And she learned a lot from her relationship with Erika. She learned how to make people suffer. How to humiliate them beyond the point of no return. And she was going to retaliate against Chrissy harder than she had ever done before. And then... she was going after Erika. 8

BSC Lure by F. M. Hazer Chapter 1 - School Lunch The four girls are giggling as they eat their lunch. It is at the start of their high school senior Fall semester. They're attending an all-girl religious school. They are making fun of the "naked-in-school" government sponsored program. Their parents are very conservative and are trying to keep the girls clear of the government mandated public nudity programs by enrolling them in this private school. Their parents don't believe that "proper" young girls should be parading naked in public, including school. While the girls are making fun of the outside "common" girls having to go nude in public, Allison is having a personal problem. Allison realizes that being naked in public, such as at school, would be very embarrassing. Unfortunately for Allison, her panties are soaking wet; She finds the vision of going naked in school to be very sexually exciting. As the girls talk about published events of the naked-in-school program, Allison is confused as to why she is so sexually excited by the thought of being naked in public. Allison's favorite masturbation fantasies are of participating in the naked-in-school program. As she plays with her vagina, alone in her room, she dreams of participating in the naked-in-school program and being totally naked for a week in school. She achieves multiple orgasms from her "dirty" thoughts. She has also heard a couple stories of a few students who signed up to be absolute naturists thus avoided the mandated naked in school program's requirement to use the opposite gender restrooms. Absolute naturists had to be naked 24 hours a day until graduation! This was more fodder for her masturbation fantasies. Since she has never actually gone naked in public, she knows that it is a fantasy and she would probably die from embarrassment. The girls start talking about college. Being the start of their senior year, they are looking at college possibilities. Allison's parents have the opinion that girls should get married at the end of high school and not bother with college or a career. They have no plans to send Allison to college and she has no dreams of college. So, Allison feels a bit left out of the conversation. Allison's friends are talking about some religious schools for college. All the religious schools have strict dress codes. One of the girls complains that she does not like being told what to where. One of Allison's friends suggests to the complaining girl, "Why don't you try Blanke Schande college. They have a very casual dress code!" The three girls laugh out loud. Not knowing anything about Blanke Schande college, Allison does not laugh and wondered what is so funny. Another girl replies, "Actually, Blanke Schande has a very strict dress code!" The laughter intensifies. Again, Allison does not laugh. She does not know what the "inside" joke is. After the laughter dies down, Allison naively askes what is so funny and what is so special about Blanke Schande. For the third time, there is a roar of laughter. This time, Allison realizes that her friends are laughing at her. Allison says aloud, "Oh come on! What's so funny? What is Blanke Schande college?" The three girls continue to tease Allison. Finally, one of Allison's friends says, "Blanke Schande is a nudist college. Students there don't wear clothes!" Allison sits quietly, not sure that she heard correctly. However, such a place would be her sexual fantasy come true! One of the other girls makes a correction, "Actually, it's just the girls who are naked. The boys are dressed normally." Allison again sits quietly. She feels a gush of wetness between her legs imagining what it would be like to attend school permanently naked. The third girl further corrects, "It's not just the girl students. All females on campus are naked, including all female teachers and staff!" Allison feels the surging wetness in her panties. Again, she is afraid to move for fear that she will experience an orgasm. What she is now hearing goes far beyond her sexual masturbation fantasies. She responds, "Your kidding. You're just teasing me." Her best friend suggests, "Look up 'Blanke Schande' on your computer. You'll see!" The bell rings. The girls finish their lunches and go to class. Allison moves slowly because of her wet panties. She makes a quick stop at the restroom before class. She takes a couple of paper towels and goes into a stall. She pulls up her dress and removes her wet panties. She tries her best to dry off between her legs, being careful not to orgasm. She rolls up her wet panties into another paper towel and puts it in her purse. She finishes the rest of the day without her panties. Lucky for her, she is dressed to school code; she wears a long skirt. She has problems concentrating the for rest of the day. All she can think about is a college were all women go naked! She can again feel the wetness building between her legs. This time she is minus her panties. Chapter 2 - Blanke Schande On Line Allison arrives home, still carrying her wet panties in her purse. She says "hi" to her mother and goes to her room. She is the only child of her parents. Due to a problem with her birth, her mother was unable to conceive again. Allison realizes that that is the reason her parents are so protective of her and have her enrolled in a private school. Allison undresses and puts her clothes in the dirty laundry basket, including her panties. She puts on a robe and sits down at her desk; she turns on her computer. She is completely skeptical about what her friends said at lunch, but could not wait to see what she would find on her computer. Once her computer boots up, she goes to her browser and after a few tries gets the correct spelling. She Googles "Blanke Schande." She is shocked at the number of hits that she gets. "Why have I never heard of this place before?" she wonders. She quickly finds the college web site. She opens the site and is greeted by a disclaimer page saying that the visiter, that is Allison, is a consenting adult. She clicks "yes" on the disclaimer page and enters to the main Blanke Schande web page. She is disappointed to find a rather sterile picture of buildings on a college campus with no one in site. Allison thinks that her friends were again teasing her. She starts to leaf through the web site's various pages. She visits the list of academic classes. She finds that they are impressive. It is a liberal arts college. Obviously, Blanke Schande is a real school. She discoveres that there are two campuses. The main campus is in the southern part of the state. The second campus in the hills is closet to her home, less than fifty miles away. She finds the population density including the number of female and male students. She is surprised to see that the numbers are essentially identical. Normally, at a coed college, the male student population is larger than the female population. She finds a few written testimonials from both male and female students about the college and how it changed their lives. Allison has not thought about going to college. In fact, her parents do not see the need for a girl to go to college. "Such a waste" they thought! Young girls should get married and have babies. Her parents have made no financial arrangements for her college education. However, most of Allison's school friends are talking about going to college. Allison is starting to become interested in college. She continues to visit different pages of the site. She finally gets to the "student life" page. She opens it and is suddenly shocked as she stares with wide-open eyes! There is a large picture of the campus filled with students. The shocking part is that all the females are completely naked! That sudden surge of wetness again fills her vagina! Her friends at school are right. "How come I haven't heard of this school before?" she thinks. She realizes that her parents are trying to protect her from the hostile outside world. They put her in a sterile all-girl private school so as to shield her from the government mandated naked-in-school program. "Boy, did they goof that!" Allison thinks. Allison's favorite masturbation fantasy is going naked in school. Allison opens her robe and slowly leafs through the pictures of on-campus student life while massaging her wet clitoris. She rubs her super sensitive clit gently so as to not climax. It is a loosing battle. She knows she is going to orgasm, but wants to see all the pictures before the event. Not so, she suddenly climaxes as she looks at a girl sitting on a bench with her legs spread wide apart smiling at the camera; the girl's vagina is on blatant display. Allison imagines that it is her on that bench displaying all her "goodies" to the world. Allison gasps with her orgasm for several seconds. After Allison recovers, she notices that the pictures are from two campuses. The college has two sites. Each picture is labeled to indicate which campus. She is amazed at the total number of students, actually, she is amazed at the total number of publicly naked females. Allison looks closely at the picture of the girl who is so blatantly displaying herself. She notices that something looks strange. Allison copies the picture of the girl to her local disk and opens it with a local viewer. She blows up the picture while centering on the girl's vagina. Allison notices that the girl's vagina is soaking wet! "Wow! That girl actually becomes sexually excited displaying herself." Allison realizes. "I'm not the only one who gets turned-on displaying myself." thought Allison. Allison knows that her, "sexual display" is just a fantasy and that she has never actually exhibited herself in public. However, for the girl in the picture, it is real. Allison suddenly has another surge of wetness between her legs. "What would it be like to actually exhibit myself for real?" she wonders. Allison slowly goes through the pictures of the girls at Blanke Schande while gently rubbing her clitoris. The pictures shown are of the female students and faculty proudly showing all that they have to the camera. Allison studies them closely. No doubt, the pictures are all carefully selected to show the best Blanke Schande has to offer. It is obvious that the girls shown are not the least embarrassed in showing all that they have. In fact, the girls have an expression of pride on their faces showing off the most private parts of their bodies. There is a picture of the naked female basketball team and their naked coach, whose age Allison estimates to be near 30. Allison finds more pictures of female faculty. In fact, all the pictures that are shown of faculty are all women. Of course, all the female faculty members are completely naked. Allison wonders if there are any male faculty. There is a picture of Professor Johnson, a female English teacher at the smaller campus sitting spread legged at a table in front of a chalk board. Her age appears to be in her mid thirties. This woman has a small amount of trimmed pubic hair above her shaved slit. Her moist vagina is clearly noticeable. Allison continues to rub herself realizing that another orgasm is near. There is a picture of a history teacher from the primary campus sitting behind an open table. She seems to be the oldest faculty member shown. Her age must be about 45 years old. Despite her age, she is beautiful. Allison realizes that all the female teachers keep themselves in good shape and are not fat. Allison presumes that if the female staff are always naked and on complete display, then they are motivated to keep their bodies in great shape. In the picture, the teacher's hairless vagina is in plane view. Allison zooms in on the blatant display and discovers, yes, that vagina is also moist. Allison assumes that the pictures on the website have been carefully selected or staged. No doubt, the photographer has the girls masturbate themselves to achieve a wet vagina before taking the pictures. "These girls are obviously enjoying themselves!" thinks Allison. Allison realizes that her vagina would also always be moist. "What would it be like to publicly exhibit everything I have?" Allison wonders as she climaxes a second time. Allison doubles over with her orgasm and stifles her explosive gasp as she rubs her sopping wet vagina and clitoris. When she recovers from her second orgasm, Allison again studies the girls in the pictures. She notices that in pictures where vaginas are completely on display, all the pubic hair has been shaved off. Allison carefully examines each vagina that is on display. In all the pictures, either all the pubic hair, or at least the hair covering the vaginal opening is shaved. This leaves the clitoris and inner moist vaginal lips of all the girls in the pictures on complete display. In the pictures where there is pubic hair above the vagina, the hair is neatly trimmed. Only seated with their legs spread wide can one recognize that the hair was removed from between the legs. In the pictures of the girls standing, it is not obvious that the hair in the clitoral area hair is removed. Allison cleans off her wet vagina with a tissue. She stands up and looks at herself in her mirror, fantasizing that she is a student at Blanke schande. She knows what she has to do. She puts on her robe, goes to the bathroom and locks herself inside. She obtains her razor, removes her bathrobe and sits on the edge of the bathtub with her feet inside. She washes and soaps her vaginal area and examines herself with a hand mirror. She carefully uses her razor to shave off all the hair of her vaginal area, leaving the hair above intact. She sits on the edge of the tub with her legs spread wide apart examining herself in the mirror. Her wet vagina and clitoris are on complete display. When she has finished shaving, she stands up and looks at herself in the door mirror. In that view, her pubic region looks normal. "Wow! Wouldn't the girls at school be surprised to know!" she thought. Allison goes back to her room. She sits on the edge of her bed and spreads her legs. She views herself in her door mirror and again masturbates herself to three more climaxes, imagining that she is a naked student at Blanke Schande. After she is sexually relieved, she realizes that her clitoris is getting sore. Allison notices another webpage tab within the campus student life main page. It is titled "presenting." She opens the page and finds a treatise on the proper way to sit. All females on campus are required to fully spread their legs while sitting so as to fully expose themselves to their male classmates. Now she realizes why the girls are sitting so exposed. It is campus policy. That evening after dinner, she goes back to her room do to her "homework." In reality, she is planning on just how she can apply and be accepted to Blanke Schande. But first, she is planning on just how she can make a trip to Blanke Schande. She wants to experience the "lifestyle" herself and then decide if she will actually apply. She again removes all her clothes and goes back to the Blanke Schande website. She has to know what would be needed to enter college there. Her parents, and therefore, Allison, never made any plans for college. Her parents have no funds saved for college. Now she is seriously considering going to Blanke Schande. She finally finds the tuition webpage of Blanke Schande. She got diverted previously that afternoon by the student life webpage which have all the pictures. She expects to find an exorbitant tuition rate. What she finds is pleasantly surprising. Yes, the tuition rate is very high, but only for males. The tuition rate for males is at least double that of any prestigious Ivy League college. However, for females, full scholarships are readily available. Allison suddenly realizes why Blanke Schande works. Male students are there, paying a very high tuition. They must stay there to complete their education. Either they are drop-outs from other colleges and this is their last chance, or they want to be there to ogle the naked female population. In either case, they don't want to flunk out and leave. So, they actually study and graduate. The high tuition rate for the males helps pay the scholarships for the females. With full scholarships, females are willing to attend college in the nude. Since they have full scholarships, they are also motivated to study and graduate. Allison is thinking about the female students. She knows that she herself would love being constantly naked exhibiting herself to everyone. However, she realizes, no doubt, that there would be some girls who attend only because they get a full scholarship. They probably hate the fact that they have to be constantly nude. Allison wondered what percentage of the female population that would be. The pictures on the website seem to indicate that all the girls are happy while exposing themselves. Allison knew there would be no pictures of unhappy female students on line. With such a high tuition, male students at Blanke Schande will not be able to get college student loans from normal lenders. As college students typically have no work history, they cannot directly pay their own tuitions, parents usually pick up the tab. Allison realizes that the male students at Blanke Schande must come from wealthy families. Maybe it's a way to meet a rich husband. Allison now knows where she is going to college. She is thinking about her parents reaction to attending such a school. Her parents cannot legally stop her as she will be over 18 years old when college starts in the Fall. However, "They will disown me", she realizes. While sleeping that night, she knows what she has to do. She will visit the closest Blanke Schande campus herself and tour the college naked. She has to know if she will be capable of going naked in public. The application forms are available from the website. However, she will wait until after her naked "experiment" before submitting her application. Finding the opportunity for the visit will require some planning. She certainly does not want her parents to know. especially her up-tight father who insists that she attend her current religious high school. Allison will figure out the exact correct time to inform her parents. She again goes to sleep with a wet vagina. Chapter 3 - The Visit Allison now wants to go to college, regardless of choice. Blanke Schande is the logical choice since they will provide a full scholarship. To walk naked in public will be her sexual fantasy come true. Allison feels that uncontrollable urge to visit Blanke Schande and walk naked on the campus. Having never gone naked in public previously, she has to discover if she has the courage to perform such an outrageous task. Her plan is to visit Blanke Schande and see if she has the courage it will take to attend such a collage, i.e., to walk naked on the campus. She examines the Blanke Schande website. She discovers that there are actually two campuses. The larger main campus is in the southern part of the state. The smaller auxiliary campus is less than an hour's drive away from her home in the Sierra Nevada mountains. That will be her choice. Now, she needed to find a time that she could make the trip. That will be a problem. At this point in time, Allison did not want her parents to know anything. Allison knows that when her parents discover that she is going to attend college naked, she will be disowned. Until then, she needs to keep complete secrecy. She would have to find a time when her parents are not home. Those events such are rare. Fortune smiles on her. In late October, her father is planing a business trip to Reno. It will be a conference for three days. He asks Allison's mother if she would like to come along. Oh boy, she would love to go to Reno! His plan is to drive to Reno, going through South Lake Tahoe on Wednesday and attend his conference on Thursday and Friday. They will then stay over on Saturday and drive home on Sunday. Allison needs to stay home to attend school. There is some discussion about hiring a live-in babysitter while they were gone. Allison convinces her parents that she can take care of herself. She reminds them that she has performed babysitting chores for other children and that it would be silly to hire a babysitter to babysit a babysitter. Her parents are convinced that she should take care of herself during the trip. They will stay in touch via cell phones. Her parents bought Allison a car after she got her driver's license when she turned 16. It is a used car with a few miles. But to her, it is like a golden carriage. She can go where she wants without the need of her parents or other people. Allison will be in class Wednesday through Friday. However, Saturday is fair game. She makes her plan to drive to the Blanke Schande campus on Saturday morning. That will give her a full day for a visit. Her mother bought lots of food for Allison. The refrigerator is well stocked. This is the first time her parents will be separated from Allison. Allison says good-bye to her parents on Wednesday morning before she goes to school. When she gets home that afternoon, she is alone. Allison has problems concentrating at school while thinking about her plan. She strips naked and walks around the house. This is the first time she ever had a chance to tour her house in the altogether. She fantasies about walking totally naked around the Blanke Schande campus. She discovers that she did not feel nervous. In fact, it is exciting being naked where one is usually dressed. She cooks a quick microwave meal and goes to her room to study. She imagines that she is at Blanke Schande studying. She can hardly wait to make her trip. Her parents call her each evening. Allison uses Mapquest to get the directions to the campus. She prints out a copy for her trip. After two more days of being alone, it is Friday. Tomorrow will be her big day. She goes to bed early so as to arrive in the early morning at Blanke Schande. She gets up on Saturday very early. She showers and carefully shaves her private place so as to look like a student. She selects a single piece dress that can be easily removed. She wares no underwear. She wares tongs on her feet. Allison eats her breakfast, naked of course. She brushes her teeth and reluctantly puts on her one piece dress and tongs. She locks the house, gets into her car, and drives to Blanke Schande. It takes just a little more than an hour for her to arrive at the main gate of the auxilary Blanke Schande campus. She finds the entry gate, complete with a security guard. The entrance has an eight-foot high iron fence that is covered with bushes. One cannot see into the campus from outside. Since she is not a student, she cannot drive onto the campus. She wonders what students do with cars. She turns at the nearest cross street and finds a parking space so that she can watch the gate. She was less than 100 feet away. Now, she was wondering just how she can get onto the campus. She can feel the nervousness in her stomach. She did not think that there would be a security guard. She watches the gate for something to happen. Finally, after about ten minutes, she sees four boys approaching the gate. She watches as the security guard carefully checkes each of their ID cards. "Oh shit!" whispered Allison to herself, realizing that one needs an ID to enter the campus. Allison is now feeling discouraged and continues watching. After about another five minutes, Allison sees three girls approaching. Allison suddenly feels that familiar surge of wetness between her legs; the girls are stark naked, in bare feet, and walking on a public street. The girls are not carrying anything, like a purse and, of course, do not have pockets as they have no clothes. That means they could not be carrying ID cards. Allison watches carefully wondering what will happen. The girls wave to the guard, give some kind of a greeting, and proceed to walk through the gate. The guard waves back, does nothing further to check ID's and does not stop them. "So that's how it's done" thought Allison. Girls just have to be naked to enter. Allison wonders if the guard knows every girl on campus by sight. Certainly, he will not know all the new freshmen. Allison waits for another 10 minutes, working up the courage to act. In her car, she removes her dress and puts it on the right side floor along with her tongs. She is now naked in her car. She opens her glove box and retrieves her magnetic hide-a-key. She waits for the right moment. When she sees two more naked girls approaching the gate passing in front of her car, she acts. She can feel the butterflies in her stomach as she opens her door. She takes a deep breath and gets out of her car, naked. She opens the trunk of her car and puts her purse inside. She closes the trunk and locks her car with her key. She then puts the key inside the hide-a-key container and sticks it inside her left rear tire well. Now, she is ready. She takes a deep breath and walks across the street toward the gate following the two girls. For the first time in her life, she is now stark naked in a public place. She realizes that she can actually do it and is enjoying herself. That familiar wetness is back between her legs. She walks to the gate without a pause. She is relieved when she realizes that she is not embarrassed at being naked. She hears the two girls say "Hi Bob" to the guard and walk through the gate. Allison approaches behind the girls and without pausing, says "Hi Bob" as she walks passed the security gate. The guard says "hi" back to her and looks at her trying to remember her. She does not stop. Allison is now inside the campus gate walking stark naked across the college campus! Chapter 4 - Campus Tour Allison walks several hundred feet past the security gate before pausing. Her heart is pounding and she feels the butterflies in her stomach. She takes a deep breath to relax and compose herself. She finally begins to feel more normal. She understands that the cause of her nervousness is not because she is naked in a public place, but because she has committed an act of trespass. She is hoping no one will notice and she will not be arrested. She walks another hundred feet starting to relax. Realizing that she is stark naked in a public place brings on that old familiar feeling of gushing wetness between her legs. She is pleased with herself that she is not nervous about going naked in public. On the contrary, she is concerned that she finds it so sexually exciting, other people will notice. She is now certain that she wants to go to college here and realizes her sexual excitement will be an everyday feeling. This is her dream-come-true sexual fantasy. She walks slowly, imagining that she is a student, so as to enjoy the experience. If nothing else happens, such as not going to school here, today will become a life-time memory of her favorite sexual fantasy. She observes that students on campus were minimal, being a weekend. She notices both male and completely naked female students are doing what "normal" students do on a weekend. She walks passed buildings, passing other students, both dressed male and completely naked female. No one, of course, notices that she is not a student and everyone treats her as a student. She begins to feel at ease. She looks at each building, trying to memorize the names, like science hall, history, math, etc. She finds the library building. She observes that many students were going in and out of the building. She finally realizes that she no longer notices that the females on campus are all naked while the males are clothed. It all seems so natural to be that way. She surreptitiously slips a finger between her legs to confirm that she is gushing wet. She is right. She is actually afraid that her moisture will seep down to her thighs and be blatantly visible. She also realizes that she now has to take a pee. Her nervousness helps contribute to that situation. She enters the library, looking for a "ladies" room. She is surprised in that she finds none, at least not inside the building. She does not want to ask, afraid she would give away the fact that she is not enrolled and should know better. She goes back outside. She finds several toilets in open stalls outside. She thinks to herself, "You've got to be kidding! Girls have to defecate in public?". She can understand guys may get a thrill out of watching a girl pee, but watching them taking a crap would not be sexy. She goes into an open stall and takes a pee. Luckily, no one observes her. She uses lots of toilet paper to dry herself; the wetness is from more than just the urine. She washes her hands and goes back inside the library. She looks around and finds some local flyers about the campus. She picks up several, including the weekly campus newsletter. She finds a seat, actually a padded bench, among many similar seats. She sits down and starts to brows through the newsletter. She examines several pictures of students doing things that students normally do at all other universities. She sees pictures of the various sports teams, both male and female, playing their games. She sees pictures of student activities on campus. Allison realizes, looking at the campus pictures, that this is actually a "normal" campus in that students do everything students do at any other campus. The major difference, of course, is that all females on this campus are completely stark naked. Allison now knows for sure that she wants to go to college here. Chapter 5 - Allison Makes a Friend While sitting looking at the Blanke Schande weekly newsletter, a voice suddenly startles her asking, "Did you like Friday's football game?" Allison must have jumped a few inches in her seat. Wanting to remain anonymous, she has no plans to actually talk with anyone. She looks up to see who is talking to her. She sees a very cute boy sitting on a bench directly across from her. Her heart melts. She is currently going to an all girls religious school and does not have contact with boys her own age. Here is a "real" boy, actually handsome, talking to her! Allison notices that the boy's gaze is fixated between her legs. Allison ponders what to say. Realizing that she is not a student, she does not want to give away her deception. She gives a non-committal reply, "No, I did not make it to the game." Allison stares at the handsome boy. She suddenly has another feeling. It is a feeling that nature hard-wires into everyone. It is the need to meet and interact with other people of one's age. Being at an all-girls school, she realizes that she is missing something. She feels the need to interact with boys. She introduces herself and gives the boy her first name. He introduces himself as Steve. She makes some small-talk with Steve. Looking at the boy's eyes, she suddenly realizes that Steve never changes his gaze. His stare is completely centered between her wide-open legs. Until that moment, Allison did not realize that she had her legs are completely spread apart. It is a habit she cultivated while browsing the Blanke Schande website. She likes to mimicked the girls in the pictures and "present." She always spreads her legs to give an unobstructed view of the best parts of her body to an unseen audience. Until this moment, she was not expecting a real audience. Now, Steve's stare is completely fixated on her wet vagina. Allison became nervous; she isn't sure if this is a welcome intrusion into her sexual fantasy. She knows from her erotic feelings that her vagina is soaking wet. Despite what is depicted in the website pictures, she did not know if a wet vagina is the normal situation for all girls on campus. Fearing she might seem out of place, Allison wishes she could control her sexual arousal. Regardless, the boy is obviously enjoying himself staring at the wetness between her legs. Allison wonders if the boy has ever looked at her face. Allison is thinking about closing her legs to obstruct the view. However, she realizes that would not be an acceptable practice, given school policies. The boy continues to fixate his stare on her wet vagina. Allison realizes she should actually be embarrassed with such a public display of her "privates". Instead, she finds the experience to be extremely sexually stimulating which exacerbates her wetness. She is actually enjoying exhibiting herself, especially, to this handsome boy. Allison continues to make small-talk with the boy. She is careful not to make any comments that will suggest she is not a student. In a normal situation, she would embrace the situation to meet such a handsome boy. However, this is not a normal situation and she is becoming very nervous; she is afraid her charade will become exposed. Steve momentarily diverts his stare from her vagina to his wristwatch and announces, "It's getting near lunch time. Would you like to have lunch with me?" He then continues to stare between her wide open legs, waiting for an answer. Allison would normally love to have lunch with such a handsome boy. However, she is afraid that her "secret" will become exposed. Also, she isn't sure how the whole school system works. She can see that the naked girls on campus do not carry purses, and therefore, they carried no money or ID cards. She knows from her web search that food service is part of the female scholarship. She remembers how she sneaked through the front gate. Perhaps nudity is the only ID a girl needs while on campus. Allison gives in to her basic instincts and says, "Yes, I would like to eat with you." Not wanting to give away her secret, she asks, "Where should we go?" Steve looks a bit confused. He admits that he does not carry much cash and cannot afford a restaurant, so they should go to the cafeteria. Allison then realizes that nudity is the universal pass for girls on campus including campus entry and eating. She also realizes that naked female students go off campus to stores and restaurants. They must already have accounts set up in the off campus stores. "Must be a very liberal town" thinks Allison. "Please lead the way?" Allison suggests, hoping to disguise her naivety of the campus layout. The boy finally tears his eyes away from Allison's vagina, stands up and motions his arm in a direction toward the library exit. Chapter 6 - Lunch Date The completely naked Allison and her new-found fully dressed male student friend walk out of the library. Allison has not sought this scenario. She wants to enjoy the thrill of exhibiting herself anonymously on the Blanke Schande campus. Now she is attracting attention. Again, she is afraid that her trespass will be discovered. Since it is still early in the Fall season, the current population of the campus will not yet be know all the new freshman students; her hope is that no one will realize that she is not a student. They walk next to each other while Steve makes small talk with Allison. Allison recognizes that Steve is actually shy talking to a naked girl. Steve is trying very hard to make a good impression and not do anything that will be insulting. It is obvious to Allison that Steve likes her. Now that she is upright and walking, Steve's stare has changed from her vagina to her breasts. Allison could feel her nipples becoming hard. She also feels a fresh gush of wetness from between her legs. She realizes that the current situation has gone far beyond her wildest erotic exhibition fantasy. She is actually enjoying herself! They arrive at the student center which includes the cafeteria. Allison follows Steve to the start of the food line. Allison picks out a salad to eat and gets a bottle of water to drink. At the cashier station, Steve shows the naked female cashier his ID. Again for Allison, nudity is the only ID women need. She follows Steve to a table. They sit down and start eating quietly. Allison could tell that Steve has never eaten with any other female student before. He is still being shy. Allison thinks to herself, "He is so cute!" Finally, Steve asks several questions about classes. He asks if she likes certain classes or teachers. He makes some comments about how gorgeous the female staff is, all being naked of course. Allison is very careful how she answers. She does not want to appear so naive that it would be obvious she is not a student and has never taken a class at the school. She makes noncommittal answers like having never taken a certain class or not having seen certain women professors. That is a mistake! Steve knows that there are only two freshman English classes, both are taught by women professors. When Allison denies knowing either professor, Steve knows something was wrong. Steve proceeds cautiously. After a few more probing questions, he becomes very certain that Allison is not a student. He is wondering who Allison is and why she is on campus. Steve is wondering what to do. He has never heard of a female impostor coming onto campus before. "Should I scream and make a scene? Should I call security?" Steve wonders. Finally, Steve observes, "She is so beautiful! I wonder who she is and why she is here?" Steve is getting that biological "feeling", i.e., being male in front of a beautiful girl. He correctly observes that this naked girl is no threat to anyone and he does not want to ruin the possibility of a relationship. So, he decides to proceed slowly. He says to to Allison in a low voice, "You're really not a student here, are you?" Allison becomes flustered. Her ruse has been discovered. Allison isn't sure how to respond. She certainly does not want to be arrested for trespass and the theft of a free lunch. She responds, "What! Why do you say that?" Steve gives her his reasoning. Allison should certainly know at least one of the freshmen English teachers. Allison breaks down and starts to cry. She sobs, "Oh Please, don't tell anyone. I don't want to be arrested!" Steve's heart melts. How could he possibly have this beautiful girl arrested? Chapter 7 - Found Out Allison breaks down and cries. Steve feels bad at disclosing her deception. He likes the girl and does not want to hurt her. He reassures her that he will not report her. He keeps reassuring her until she stops crying. Steve says, "Don't worry, I am not going to tell anyone. But I'm curious. Why are you here? How did you get in?" Allison first explains the flaw in the Blanke Schande security system and how she got in. Steve agrees. He has never before heard of a naked non-student female coming onto the campus. He knows that there is trouble with male trespassers on campus. Thus, the reason for the tight gate security. He then asks again as to why she is here. Allison does not want to disclose the fact that this is her sexual fantasy come true and she is getting a real exhibitionist charge out of parading herself naked in public. Instead, she tells him, also the truth, she wants to go to college but her father will not send her. As female students at Blanke Schande can get full scholarships, she has to see for herself if she has the courage to go naked in public before applying. Steve confirms that Allison is currently a high-school senior. Steve asks, "Now that you know what it is like, are you going to apply?" Allison got a slight blush on her face. Her smile lights up her face and she says, "Oh yes, definitely. This is such a beautiful campus." Steve responds, "I know someone who can help you with your application. Follow me." They leave the cafeteria and walk across the campus to a building. Allison explains that she has not yet applied. Steve replies, "Don't worry, we'll work it out." Allison looks around to see who else is on campus, being Saturday. She sees about a dozen students walking about, fairly evenly split between dressed males and naked females. Steve is a gentleman and holds open the door to the fine arts building. They walk down the hall to an office. The office is open and Allison sees a naked woman sitting at her desk. Allison observes that the woman's legs are spread wide apart in the classic presenting position. The woman's vagina is on blatant display. Allison looks at the woman's face and recognizes her from the web search of the school. She is English Professor Johnson, in her mid thirties. Allison realizes that she teaches one of the two Freshman English courses that Steve was talking about. Steve knocks lightly on the open door frame to attract her attention. The professor looks up and says, "Oh, hi Steve." Steve replies, "Hi mom."

Body Painting Competition byRacqel© I was flying to spend the weekend in Perth, at a friend, Kate. She is so different to me. She is vivacious, outgoing and has great model like looks. I went to spend the weekend with her and to watch her enter with into a body painting competition.  She is a beautician and her beauty school was entering into a body painting competition run between beauty schools. The beauticians had to do the painting so it was a fun amateur event, but had a formal event for the finals, held in a large hall, with all the lighting and professional staging. I arrive in Perth at 3pm and went straight to the place where the beauty schools were painting the models. The theme of the year 2001, was twins, so each entry had to have 2 people, who would be painted up in a matching theme. Kate was to be the nighttime with evening stars like the Van Gogh painting and her twin, Sue, also from her beauty school, was to be the daytime with the sun and clouds. Kate was already mostly painted, and Sue was half painted and then started getting a rash and feeling ill. It turned out that Sue was allergic to the paint medium. The even started at 6pm and I arrived amid the chaos as they were calling around to find another model. Kate was almost in tears, as they just couldn't find anyone. I tried to cheer her up but she was devastated as the twin had to be her height and the other girls at the beauty school, were much shorter or taller than she was.  It was 4pm and still nobody was able to take the place of Sue. They all had to be painted and ready by 5:30pm and it normally takes 2 hours to paint someone from top to toe. We were all trying to think up solutions when the one beauty schoolgirl said why didn’t I be the twin. I went red in the face, and said no, no , no not me. I am naturally very shy and not the showy type. I don't go out dressing sexily and have ever gone topless in public, even on the beach. Kate's mood suddenly turned up. "Yes"- she said, "Racqel would be great". I said to her that I would climb a mountain for her but this is just too much for me to do. She knows me and she didn't push. The beauty school principal wouldn't accept my refusal and kept on picking on me. She said that it was dark and when painted nobody would even notice me. I felt really bad for being the only hope for Kate, being exactly the same height, but my introversion and fear of public nudity got the better of me. I tried to imagine how I would look. I was not a size 32A like Kate. I am a 34C. I have big boobs and they are noticeable. Besides, tramping around in a g-string is also not my style. I only wear bikini swimsuits and don't feel confident with such skimpy clothes on. I said no again, reinforcing my position. It was getting late and Kate was about to pull out of the competition. I meanwhile started thinking about the whole experience, and deep inside told myself that I need to have more adventure and take more risks in life. I felt bad about being so selfish and so I quietly said, "OK - I will try". Quickly things had to get in motion. Excitement was everywhere. They needed to get me a massage table to get painted on and get me a pair of white g-strings that fitted me. The one girl asked me what size I wore, I answered 34C, and she said no, the panties, you won’t be needing a bra. I replied that I was a size 10, quite a small waist. It sunk in. I was going to be topless in front of a lot of strange people. I started feeling a subtle throbbing deep inside me. It was sexual; I felt the tingly sensation and couldn’t understand where it came from.  I was guided to another room, and asked to remove all my clothes and get into this g-string they found. It was a size 8 as that all that they had left. I removed the jeans I was wearing and the red button shirt and my bra and bikini panties and placed them in this bag for safekeeping. I put on the white g-string. It was a swimsuit bottom so it can be painted on. It was very skimpy and I realised that I needed to shave so that hair didn't show through. I had never shaved so closely before as my panties were bigger and I generally never wore g-strings. I put on a towel and the beautician came in and told me she would give me a bikini wax quickly. It was quite painful, but at the end I only had a small tuft of hair left just above my folds.  The body painting crew arrived in the room and I turned on my back and they whisked paint all over me, painting my legs, my back and my buttocks. It was a daytime scene they were painting so used yellows, white and light blues and green. Kate arrived. She looked stunning. She was the nighttime- painted in blacks, dark browns, yellow stars and mostly dark colours. She was so dark you couldn't notice where her breasts started and finished. I then had to turn around. I was nervous about this, but they had to paint my breasts. It was both a funny feeling and a turn on for me to feel the brushes rub against my breasts and across my nipples lathering paint all over my breasts, which are mountains, compared with the other girls in the competition.  They painted sunshine over my one breast and clouds over the other. I realised that wit the light colours you can make out the breasts quite easily. I was not as lucky as Kate was. They then painted my stomach and over my g strings. I have never had someone touch my vagina lips before, let alone a group of women. At first it was quite ticklish, but as each stroke of paint was rubbed in it felt more and more exciting. I knew I was wet inside and was hoping it wouldn't show on the white g-string. They didn't miss a spot and my clit was being massaged, even though through the material, it was still stimulating. My nipples were erect and long, but I noticed the other girls also had erect nipples. I was told that I could stand up and look in the mirror- all was complete. I looked and was stunned. I did look good as a painting. The paint did cover up ones nakedness, but you could still see ones breasts and nipples and with me the tight g-string pulled right into my folds so you could see that too. The others told me how great I looked and that Kate and I will be definite winners. I hoped not. I didn't want anymore attention than I had to have. The competition was remarkable. We had to walk together on a stage and camera took pictures from every direction. I felt like a film star. While walking up the stage Kate’s' dad shouted hi. I felt like I better cover up, it is Kate’s Dad there, but I couldn't, I knew he was looking straight at my naked breasts and my ass. I felt so tingly doing something I would never ever do. The sexual excitement was mixed with sheer terror. For sure I was wet and excited, stimulated to frenzy. The competition ended - judges gave us a second place. This mad things worse, I was now going to be photographed and in the newspaper. We had an after party. I wanted to put on covers but nobody else did. It was strange talking to the crowd and Kate's friends while almost nude. The guys all staring at my breasts because they are voluptuous and not flat like the other girls. After the party, I went back to the room to get the paint removed. I told the beautician that I needed the toilet and I went in and touched myself to orgasm. I was soaked. I even rubbed paint off my nipples as I caressed them between my fingers. This is another whole story. But this frightening situation did strange things to me, which I still do not understand. I have the pics of me from the night and may post them if I can get them scanned. Body Painting Competition Ch. 2 Well Kate and I won bronze in the body painting competition. I described in my last story the mixture of nerves, anxiety, apprehension, embarrassment and the inner build up of sexual tension al entwined in one as I went through this daring and first time experience. I spent the rest of the weekend a bit in shock that I ever did it, wondering if the experience has opened up new boundaries or if I would stay the same shy conservative me. On the Sunday night I was back on he plane and soon home and back into my rut of everyday life.  A few months passed by and I received an email from Kate telling me that Persona Beauty school had made the National body painting finals because of our bronze. The Beauty school were planning on selecting others but were told that the original qualifying winners had to be part of the new team of 4 and now the team had to include 3 girls and one guy, and the same group had to do the painting as well as being painted on. I didn't think much of the email and just put it in the back of my mind and went back to my work. A week later I got a call from Yvonne, the MD of the beauty school, offering to finance me coming back to Perth for the finals. She went on to say that she had already inquired about replacing me with one of her beauty consultants and the competition committee refused on the basis of the rules. She then told me how good I was in the last competition and that it meant a lot for her company and they would give me $1000 worth of beauty products if I participated and cover all my other costs for the weekend, including a beauty make over.  I didn't commit and said I would speak to Kate. Sure enough , Kate called and told me that she was in, and Linda, one of the other contestants was in and Kate's boyfriend Steven was going to be the guy and then I was needed else none of the others could even be considered. At least this time I had time to prepare myself. I was not sure if that was good or bad. Maybe with more time to consider I would get too afraid to do it again. Kate pushed and said she was going to submit my name with theirs as they needed to register our entry. I just kept quiet. She told me to look at the competition information set up on the internet and gave me a password to get in. I finished the call and went into the internet site. There were pictures from the last year competition and the entrants looked quite good. I was sure that some of them were professional artists.  That night went I got home I opened up my clothes box I keep under my bed, with all the bits and pieces I never wear, but keep just in case, and searched for that white thong from the last competition. I put it on and took off everything else and just stood there in it looking at myself in the mirror. I looked at my breasts and then turned and looked at the little triangle pulling into my butt. So much showed. It looked funny against my summer bikini tan, which showed a lot of white against my tanned body. I got cold feat and pulled it off and put it into my sports bag by mistake. The next day I was off work and it was hot and humid outside. I decided to go and lie at the beach and finish the novel I was reading. I put on my purple bikini bottoms and a tube top and pulled on a pair of beige loose shorts and a tightish orange t shirt and went for a walk to the beach nearby. It was empty and I lay my towel on the soft white sand at the back of the beach and then took off my shorts and t shirt and lay down and read my book. After a few minutes a few others set up on the beach but closer to the water than I was. My mind drifted back to the bodypainting and I thought about the beauty products and the prize for winning the overall competition of $200K for the winning team.  There were only going to be 5 teams of 4 each so it was a good chance. It was funny as even on a quiet beach I wore a bikini top and a bikini bottom and I was contemplating entering a competition half nude. I reached for my water in my sports bag and as I took it out my white thong fell out. I looked at it and looked around the beach and in the distance and noticed another girl tanning in a thong. I had never considered such open display but I was feeling a bit daring and the idea ruptured through my body as something I wanted to try. I pulled my towel over me and I pulled my purple bikini down my legs and then pulled the white thong up over my hips. It was so much higher cut . I dropped the towel and lay down on my back.  I noticed a guy sitting close by looking at me and I felt charged with sexual energy. I turned over and it felt good to have the sun all over my butt. I noticed the guy was staring at me and I felt strange things from being a point of attention. I lifted the clasp of my bikini top and removed it. I knew that my butt was probably quite visible and with the tiny bit of material barely covering my pubic area I knew a guy would be staring if he could. I opened my legs a bit so that he could enjoy the view and I just lay there while I thought about what he was probably thinking and imagining. I started to get aroused more and was overcome with my feelings. I surprised myself and I turned over letting my breasts come into full view of the public. It felt so good, tensing my body deep within my vagina . I lay down and I knew I was being watched. My nipples hardened as my arousal grew. I let the sun splash over my naked white breasts and it felt so satisfying to be open like this. My breasts are not huge but at least are firm and perky. Another group of guys sat down only metres away from me and I now felt aching numbness and tension as I realised that I was their focus of attention. I closed my eyes and went with the flow. The sun was too intense and I worried about burning my untanned breasts so I put my bikini top back on. I looked up and I noticed that the other around me had gone in for a swim. It was me alone on my patch of beach so I sat up and placed my right hand fingers near my crotch. I looked up again and it was clear. I let my index finger rub against my thong over my clitoris. It felt good to be touched. I was wet inside my vagina and my clit was swollen. I rubbed it up and down Quickly and my nipples responded pushing through my bikini fabric.  I looked around and nobody was coming, I was sweating from the heat of the sun and sweat from dripping down my forehead and sweat beads were running down my thighs. I lifted my knees upwards and I passed my right hand and left hand under my raised thighs. I looked down at my mound pushing out against the white lycra swimsuit. With my left hand I pulled the white thong away form my pussy and pulled the fabric aside while with my right index finger. My brown pubic hair came into view. I pulled the material further aside and I leaned backwards onto my towel. It felt so strange having my front open to the air and wind. I thought I was utterly crazy revealing myself on a public beach, but nobody was in sight so…I touched my clit and massaged its engorged swollen head around it little circles.  I looked at it. It was pinkish brown around the edges of my labia as it caught the rays of sun and my clit was a deeper purple pink, moist and glistening in the sunlight. My finger pushed the soft edge in and then released and pushed again, then moved an inch and started too cycle, increasing the speed and intensity of touch. My eyes wanted to close as I felt each wave of pleasure cascade with further mounting of tension. I forced them to stay open to keep an eye out for others coming nearby. Sweat was now running down onto my clit as juices were being made within my vagina all mixing together. It felt sticky and I was hot on fire ready to take off. The swimmers started walking back form the shore. I never had time to climax. I quickly released the swimsuit and let it return to cover up my inner sanctum. I felt so frustrated. But I couldn't continue. I stood up as I gathered my things, the guys staring straight at me. I had the towel behind me but they could see the white thong from the front and I felt naughty knowing what I just got up to. I dropped the towel and put my shorts back on and walked back to my car.  When I got back home I checked that my flatmates were not home and I went into the laundry, switched on the washing machine and pulled off my shorts and pushed my pelvis into the machine as it vibrated away through the washing cycle. It send shivers through my thighs and I pushed my vagina closer in until the machine was flush against my clit and I let the cycle take over. The vibrations rubbed me up and down until I came once, twice until I finally felt relieved. I went to have a shower and I pulled my white thong off- now sticky with white glue residue all over the front. I didn't think much about it and through it into my box under the bed. A few weeks passed and Kate called to let me know the details of the flight that was booked for me. I realised now that I couldn't cancel and would have to go through with it. She told me that the theme was not "twins" as before, but was "the occult" so we would be painted with strange hells, devils and heavens, angels etc She told me to bring along my thong from before. She told me that Steven, would have to be waxed so that the paint sticks and that he was getting nervous at the idea of being painted full body. The competition was set for the Sunday and we would have a quick lesson in techniques of painting on the Saturday. It was an amateur competition after all so we were not expected to be professional artists. The day arrived. I was fetched from the airport and memories of this were still in my mind. This time however, we were going to be preparing in a modern studio normally used for photography. Body Painting Competition Ch. Finals The day of the body painting competition arrived. I had always planned to pull out and not go ahead with it. In the last competition I was compelled to participate and I was sort of caught in the motion, but there was not a chance I would actually plan to be in such a competition, parading almost nude in public!  My friend Kate didn't listen to me when I refused to be involved and just went ahead and booked my air ticket to Perth regardless. I had meant to call her and tell her straight out that if she doesn't cancel the ticket her beauty school would just lose its money, as I was not coming. I kept on putting it off until two days before when I finally made the call.  "Hi, Kate, its Rach here, I hope you found someone else to be part of your body painting team as I am not going to use the ticket you sent me. I have thought about this and I cannot do it again." I was adamant. Kate replied sounding quite unhappy "Rach, we are counting on you! You cannot let us down now. You know that our team can only go ahead in the nationals if you are part of the team. It's the rules of the competition. What is worrying you?" "I don't know – nerves. I feel this nagging feeling in my stomach when I think about this. I think I am just too shy for this type of thing. You know me. I am really old fashioned and conservative. I never dress like you do or flirt the way you do with guys. I never even go topless at the beach, and here I have to parade topless and in those g-strings." I replied to Kate's persistent nagging. "Look Rachel, the ticket is paid for. Just arrive on Saturday morning. I will fetch you from the airport at 11AM. Please don't let me down. If we win you can have my prize too and I will have some wine ready to get you tipsy and take away any nerves or shyness before the competition. Ok! And bring the thong from the last competition. We are using them again" Kate assertively ended the call. My sense of duty plagued me as I thought to and fro for ways out.  I packed my bags, threw on a pair of jeans and a top and went to the airport. The plane arrived at midday - 2 hours late and I was scheduled to be painted at 2pm. Kate fetched me from the airport with her boyfriend Steve and the other member of the team Linda.  They were anxious about running late so we raced to the competition venue. We arrived at this field which had a stage with lighting set up at the far end of the field and a few white tents besides the stage.  "Isn't this competition supposed to be at a proper venue?" I asked them.  "It changed as the planned venue couldn't accommodate two thousand people" Steve answered. We entered the tent and this bid red headed lady, named Sharon, organising the art schedule approached us. "You are all so late! There will have to be a change of plan. Rachel, Linda and you were going to paint each other, and Steve and Kate were going to paint each other, but the only ones ready to go now are Kate and Linda so Rachel you are going to have to go with Steve. I hope you don't mind! We have no other option, as we won't be ready if I don't start Linda and Kate immediately and Steve first needs to see the beautician and get waxed.  "Steve you must go straight away to Felicity the beautician in tent 2, and Kate, Linda you two go get started with the body painting in tent 1. Rachel, sorry you will have to wait for Steve, but you should go and get ready in the meanwhile", Sharon shouted. I went with Kate and Linda and I watched them as they started painting. Kate was getting painted first by Linda. She took her shirt and pants off and stood on a stand by the airbrush gun and paints. Kate had such tiny boobs, I thought to myself.  "You recognise the thong from last time" Kate asked me, as I looked at her tanned butt contrasting with the white triangle piece connected with a thin strip to the front piece. Shit! I just remembered the instruction to pack mine. I opened my overnight bag, hoping I would find it. It was not there. Shit! "Kate, I think I forgot mine back in Sydney" I rambled away in a panic.  "Go and tell Sharon, and see if she has a spare" Kate recommended. Anxiously I went to the main organiser's tent to find Sharon. " What size are you?" Sharon asked me. "I am a size 12" I replied. Sharon responded "I can't promise what I will find as everyone is using the original piece from the first competition, but let me see. I will come find you by Kate and Linda. Sharon went away to some of the other tents where our competing teams where located and I returned to watch Linda painting a devil in red across Linda's back and butt.  Kate was joking around with me and said "Rachel, you will be painting Steve. No funny business ok!".  Kate loved to tease people.  Sharon entered the tent holding a plastic bag. "Rachel, you are one lucky lady, this is the only pair that is spare, you will have to make it fit", Sharon said, handing me the bag. I tore the plastic open and took out a white g-string. It looked totally different to the one I had before and the ones Kate and Linda were wearing. It was a small – size 8, 2 sizes smaller than my size and it had no triangular back. It only had 2 thin strings literally that connected via a ring to a third string. The piece that went across the butt was a thin string. The front piece was much skimpier than the others and was very high cut, like a V, rather than the flatter bikini front the others had. "Let me see that" Linda asked.  I handed it to her. I was in for another shock, and the butterflies were now all over my stomach.  "This is called a T-string" Linda said, and continued "you better try it on as it so high cut you may need to get a trim, if you know what I mean".  I took my jeans off and I took my blue thong panties off and put the T-string on quickly. It felt like there was nothing there, as there really was nothing over my butt and the front was skimpy and small. I had specially shaved my pubic hair into a neat triangle before leaving for Perth, but the t-string was much higher cut and exposed the trimmed pubic hair on the sides of the triangle I had left behind.  Kate and Linda almost simultaneously said "Shit there is not much material there, you better go to the beautician and get waxed a bit more" I pulled my jeans back over the skimpy t-string and went across to the beautician's tent. Steve had just finished being waxed. I explained why I was there and the beautician told me to lie down on her table in the t-string.  I was a bit afraid of stripping in front of Steve. I knew it was stupid, as we were about to paint each other while half nude.  Steve had just put his white gown on. "Rachel, we have been given tent 5. I will go wait there for you to come over. We can throw a coin for who paints first." Steve said as he left the tent. "Well, are you ready or not? I don't have all day you know" the beautician questioned me. I quickly pulled my jeans off and lay on the massage table. She took some hot wax but before putting it on me she mumbled something to me. I thought she said, "be resilient" and I answered "I need to be".  She pulled the t-string down off my hips and she waxed me. I felt this intense pain I nearly screamed. When I looked up I had no pubic hair left. She had taken off all my hair. I was bald. My vulva and clitoris stood out. It looked so strange and exposed.  She looked at my expression and asked, " you did want a Brazilian. You said so"  I realised what had happened. She handed me some cream and told me to cover myself with it so I don't get sensitive and sore and she left me alone in the tent. I rubbed a whole lot of this cream over my mound and down along the sides of my pubes. They were raw from the heat of the wax. I felt how smooth it felt. I had not been like this since I was a teenager. I applied the cream and some of the burning sensation went away.  The beautician left the tent. I quickly stood up and took the opportunity of being alone to look at myself in the mirror and see what I looked like. The thin skimpy white material was skin tight against my body and with no pubic hair the lycra material pulled right into my vulva shaping out my two halves and sticking in up the middle. I turned around. My ass pretty much looked naked. The strings were so thin you couldn't see them. I wanted to quickly glance over and see what I look liked with no hair. I pulled the strings aside and exposed my pussy. It was amazing, so pink and my clit stuck out so much. I was aching to touch it, just quickly, and feel some relief from the mounting tension building up inside my core. I had no time. I quickly put on my gown and went across to tent 5 to find Steve. "Ok. Are you heads or tails- loser gets painted first?" Steve asked me to choose. I chose tails and it was heads, so I had to get painted first. I took off my robe and stood on the platform in my bra and the t-string. The professional artist would guide Steve through the painting.  "Lie down facing frontwards, and take that bra off, we can't paint over it" the artist commanded me. I unclipped the bra and put it down and feeling shy and awkward I quickly lay on the table. For the next 30 minutes I felt the cold paint all over back and butt. I just lay there thinking of last date that I had, while the paint was applied in big amounts to cover skin. I was then told to turn over. This was the first time I was openly exposed to the artists seeing them moving with the paintbrushes around me. Steve painted my legs and arms and then the artist painted my breasts and stomach. I was aware that most the girls had no more than size breasts and here I was with voluptuous breasts. In a crazy way my mind started racing. It felt quite sensual being painted over my large size C breasts. I knew that the guys were staring at their size. Maybe I was just being overly self-conscious.  With each stroke of the brush against my nipple my hand involuntarily jumped. My hips were shifting trying to open my legs wider. I realised this was happening and I went rigid and held my hips back from moving.  Being painted on ones breasts like a canvas is amazingly erotic. I can't explain why but it is. If alone, my fingers would have find their way to my swollen clitoris to stroke it softly up and down its hood curling the flesh into little circles until the nerve endings were sore with pleasure. Then I would with my other hand insert a finger into the depths of my wet hot opening, and move it in and out pushing them into my innards until it was rubbing against my g-spot. My hands would be working in unison, one ramping up the waves of excitement from within and the other rubbing furiously away at my swollen clitoris until it was tightly tense and ready to explode. My mind would drift and I would dream of a big cock ramming into me, fucking me hard and fast. I would feel each time this cock ploughed into me and I would feel the tight, big balls knocking against my butt crack, getting soaked in my dripping juices flowing down from my cunt. I closed my eyes as I was turned on and I knew my eyes would give it away.  I was feeling quite frustrated from getting turned on so much and just letting the feeling fester untreated. It felt like I had this hot, steamy well bubbling inside my pussy and it wanted to explode but couldn't. My mind was starting to think stranger things and I got lost in my fantasy again but this time I don't know why but I was imagining that this guy holding my butt cheeks with my legs wrapped around their back and hips while we fucked like crazy was Steve. "Rachel, stop thinking this. Its not good, not now" I said to myself. I opened my eyes to try and stop my thoughts; Steve was painting my stomach. He had his gown on, but as he leaned over me it opened up and I could see his thong tightly pressed against his cock, It pressed against the material. I should not be looking. What is wrong with me? I needed to pause and get some air.  I was just about to have my front skimpy white triangle and hips covered with black paint when the artist took over from Steve and in a few big stroked spilt paint all over me and and told me that It would have to dry before doing the detailed artwork. Steve would go next while we waited. I got up but I couldn't cover myself, as the paint was very wet. I felt very naked but I had to just go with it.  "Ok, I have done a wonderful job, go look at yourself in the mirror" Steve said.  All tents shared the artist so he had gone on his merry way. I was alone with Steve. I looked in the mirror. A painting of all stranger symbols possessed my body. I still noticed my breasts and nipples. The t-string had gone invisible under the art. "Rachel, you need to paint me now," Steve said. The artist arrived back and showed me what to do. I had to paint horizontal stripes all down the front of Steve's body and vertical lines down the front of his body. Steve lay facing upward. He was wearing a tight speedo type swimsuit but it had a triangle g-string at the back. I looked at him properly for the first time. He had no hair. He was shaved from top to toe.  I started painting the stripes. It was going fine. We stopped chatting and I got on with the job. I noticed he was staring at my exposed breasts, which were pretty, much hanging into his face. I kept on painting. I got to his stomach and I stared at his package under his speedo. It started my dirty thoughts again. I was anxious about how I would paint around his pubic region, and it was now that time. I dipped the brush in paint and painted right across the top of the speedos. I took the other brush and painted the next stripe down. As I painted this I noticed his cock starting to stand out. He was getting hard. The speedo was straining upwards like a tent. I painted the next stripe and I felt the ridge as I brushed a line right across it. It felt like a hard tube. He was looking sidewards. I was not sure if I should stop or go on. I just ignored it and went on. I started firing up again and I felt my pussy get wet inside. My nipples had got hard. I couldn't cover them up so I just ignored everything and tried to speed things up. As the paint was laid his cock started showing through as the speedo went transparent against the light orange and green stripes I was painting across it. He had a huge erection and a mean cock, probably 8 inches or so. When I was half way painting over his balls he suddenly spoke.  "Rachel, You think I can go to the toilet quickly. I need it bad" he asked. "Sure", I replied.  He got up and as he was walking away I could not help stare at that sexy tight bum covered with only a g-string.  My raw lust for sex was coming over me in waves. I was not thinking straight any more. I should have masturbated before the start of the competition, maybe it would have stopped this from happening. Steve's sexy butt entered my mind again and I recalled the snapshot of it in my mind's eye. I stood there and imagined stroking it while standing behind him and pushing my naked pussy with no hair into it so he could feel its smoothness and feel the heat emanating from it. I would rub it against his smooth butt rubbing the stickiness coming out of my pussy and onto his butt. I would put my hand in front of him while I was standing grinding my hips into his butt and I would take his erect cock out of the speedo and stroked its full length up and down. Steve had goneto the mobile toiket unit just outside the tent. A few minutes passed and I thought I better also go to the toilet. The mobile unit had the green vacant light on. Steve must have gone elsewhere, I thought, as I opened the door. There was Steve. His speedo was down by his ankles and he had his palm wrapped around his cock, It was erect and he was masturbating. He had his eyes closed. I stupidly said sorry and quickly was about to move back out, but I find myself transfixed and still. The head of his cock was shiny with pre-cum glistening all over it.  "You horny too? I don't know what made me ask this, but I did.  It was totally out of my character to be so open or forward. I am the quiet shy type who never even talks like this. Even with my girlfriends I mainly listen when they talk about sex or boyfriends. Steve just looked at me. His face was red with embarrassment. As I turned around to go I slipped down the step in the dark and the t-string snapped and broke. Steve saw this and we both just laughed from the excessive tension in the air.  "Hey come here I will fix that for you" Steve said.  I looked up and glanced at his cock, which was now semis erect. His hand was off it and he was standing up to help me get my balance. I think I had frightened the erection away. My t-string had dropped off me and I leaned down to lift it off the floor, quite aware that I was totally nude now. As I got up from reaching for the t string on the ground I felt Steve's hands touch my butt.  "Hey I left some skin showing I better paint it quickly" he said, and I felt his hands rubbing paint into the crack of my butt where the string was earlier. This was too much. I felt my heart race as I took a deep breath. I was too far into it and my body shuddered and trembled. My breathing was deep, I felt my heart racing. I was still standing on the step facing away from the entrance to the toilet when Steve's hands continued exploring my butt and went under between my legs and rubbed the paint into my pussy. I felt this and I opened my legs to grant him better access. He didn't stop and I wanted him to keep going to touch me, to excite me. I felt his finger against my swollen clitoris and I could take it no more. I turned around and was overcome with hormones.  I dropped to my knees in between his legs and I grabbed at his big hard cock with my right hand I put my lips around it and I bobbed up and down. My pussy was flowing with juices now. I wanted to be fucked right there so much. I grabbed his pulsating and full swollen balls with my other hand and I fondled them and massaged his scrotum as I sucked away at the head of his penis. I tasted the salty spit coming out of his engorged cock. I just went on blowing him as I held his butt with my hands. His body started tensing and his legs were stiffening. I came off his cock to catch my breath. I dropped my one hand to the floor to support me as I inserted the index finger of my other hand into his butt hole. I pushed it in and felt the tight muscles around my finger as I twitched it around. Steve's head dropped back. I looked at him. He was about to cum. I took his cock again and I slowly milked him with my left hand as my finger probed deeper in his ass. He groaned and moaned and his cock pulsated in orgasm spurting away a few times. His cum spat into the air and landed on my painted hips. He looked at me with a naughty smile. He was satisfied. I was still aching to be fucked. We swapped places and I sat on the toilet seat. He pulled my legs apart and he ut his tongue onto my clit and sucked it. I closed my eyes and went with the flow. I felt two fingers inside my throbbing pussy and I came instantly. I could not help myself as I screeched in the height of passion. Suddenly we heard the artist calling for us. We quickly got our balance back. I was wobbly and felt like marshmallow. I stayed behind and Steve went back inside the tent. I rubbed Steve's milky cum into the paint on my legs. I made a knot on the t-string to hold it back together, waited a few minutes and then went back inside.  In the next episode I will tell you how I had to get painted nude for the competition as the t-string broke completely. The artist told me that nobody would know I was nude with the detailed artwork, but when we won the competition, it was fairly obvious, with all the stage lights. I still can't believe all that I did that night. It's not me, and if you ever knew me you would be shocked that I went through with it.

Bob And The Girl Next Door by Octave888888 Bob And The Girl Next Door Ch. 01 Grant and Bob meet Anna. I shouldn't have said what I said. I didn't have much of an excuse, other than I'd had a bad day. That's still no excuse to ever yell at a girl. Let me back up and explain. My name is Grant, and I'm a graphic designer. I have an office, but my home office is just as equipped, so I do plenty of work from home. I'm also an avid gardener. That's been most of my life recently. I have a few friends, but not much of an outgoing social life. Linda and I split up about a year ago, after 5 years of marriage. She met some other guy and divorced me to run off with him. Good riddance. I kept the house, so she took half my money. I haven't heard from her since she moved out, but her sleazy lawyer keeps calling me, trying to get more of my money. Fuck her and fuck that guy too. I also kept Bob, my bulldog. He never listened to Linda anyway. He follows me around the house and garden, follows my commands, and naps anywhere he likes. He's good-natured and he never barks at anyone. He's lazy but lovable. About six months ago, Olivia Tenner moved in next door. It was uncouthe to ask a woman's age, but I guessed she was in her late 30's, and she was a divorcee herself. Her husband had cheated on her several years back, and she'd appropriately kicked him out. Olivia came with her teenage daughter Anna. The spitting image of her mom. Both were blonde, tall, and slim with long legs. A killer combination. I'd gotten to know Olivia somewhat. She worked as a nurse, so her hours were crazy sometimes, but Anna was old enough to take care of herself if Olivia ever had to work overnight 12-hour shifts. Even despite her work schedule, Olivia managed to take care of her house and lawn, which I think is a good quality to have in a neighbor. On the other hand, I didn't really know Anna. That's okay. I'm 32, so I get it that a teenage girl wouldn't have much in common with me. Now that it was summer, and school was out, I'd see Anna outside more and more. And, as it got warmer, she started wearing less and less, as young women tend to do. So today, a hot Tuesday in early June, I was working at home. I had been working on a design project for weeks for a big company. If they liked my designs, it would mean big bucks and more work coming my way. My phone rang as I was putting on the final touches. "Hello?" "Hi, Grant, it's Bill," came the voice of my boss. "What's up?" "I have some bad news. Gintronics is going with another design." My jaw dropped. "What? I've been slaving away at that project! The due date wasn't until Friday!" My voice was loud enough to wake Bob from his slumber on the floor nearby. "I know," he told me, "but it looks like they went with someone else, ahead of the due date. I just wanted you to hear it from me." I shook my head in disbelief. "So all that work is a waste." "Well, hold onto it, I guess, in case they change their minds. But I'll get you another assignment soon, Grant." "Okay. Thanks Bill." I'd just hung up when I saw the mail truck out the window. Now seemed like a good time to get away from work anyway, so I left my office and went to check the mail. Bob followed goofily behind me. I shuffled through the junk and found a legal-looking envelope. Inside was a court summons, for two weeks from today. That bitch Linda and her attorney were trying to get more alimony from me. I rolled my eyes, though nobody was around to see it. I tossed the mail on the kitchen counter, and headed out to the backyard. This was my paradise. I had the best lawn on the street, a nice patio, and flowers of all kinds planted all around. I even had a small plot of vegetables in the back. When I wasn't maintaining the plant life out here, I usually sat and read a book on the patio. It was the best place I knew to calm myself on a day like this. I looked to the side and saw Anna, laying out in the sun, wearing only a bikini. It was a good, cloudless day, so I didn't begrudge her for wanting to take advantage of it. She didn't look at me. If she'd heard me come out, she was ignoring me. I spotted a few errant branches on a bush, so I grabbed my pruning shears. To my shock, they broke in my hands on the first snip. I grumbled as one of the metal pieces slipped from my hands and fell to the ground. What a lousy day. I tried to look on the bright side, that it gave me an excuse to go buy new garden tools, but that wasn't making my mood any better. As I walked back towards the house, I looked at Anna again. I thought how lucky she was to still be young, and not to have to deal with grown-up crap yet. As I looked, she sat up and locked eyes with me. "Get a good look, you perv?" she called out. I hadn't been perving on her, but now my brain got a glimpse of her teenage figure. Her bikini was bright pink. Not much to speak of on her chest. Her flat stomach and long legs made up the difference. What I should have said was, "I wasn't staring at you. I'm going inside now." But I was in a bad mood. The project getting cancelled, and the letter from Linda and her lawyer, and my tool breaking, and now this. So I yelled at her. "Why would I want to look at you? What the hell would a grown man do with a flat-chested 17-year-old child?" She clearly wasn't expecting the foaming rage that exploded from my mouth, as her eyes got wide. The only thing she could think to say in response was, "I'm 18." "Whatever, like it makes a difference," I shouted, storming off, slamming the door as I entered the house. Once I'd cooled down, I realized I should apologize for my unexpected tongue-lashing. I also made a mental note to apologize to Olivia when she got home from work. I had no excuse to yell at her daughter like that. But when I looked back outside, Anna was gone. ***** I'd realize later that what I'd just done, very unknowingly, was negging. Negging is when someone says something to put you down, whether explicitly or implicitly, to shake your self-confidence. I'd pointed out something Anna was already self-conscious about - her breast size. I'd also called her a child, when she probably thought she was grown-up at 18. She'd thought she was hot stuff, since I'm sure she was a popular girl in her high school. I broke her esteem just enough to make her suddenly think otherwise. And, since I was the one who did it, I was the one she needed to impress in order to redeem herself. ***** It was later that evening when I saw Olivia arrive home, and I was able to catch her before she went into her house. "What's up, Grant?" she asked. "I wanted to apologize to you and to Anna. I kind of yelled at her today," I said, then explained all my frustrations that I took out on her. When I'd finished, Olivia put her comforting hand on my shoulder. "I'm glad you told me, and apologized," she said. "I'll talk to Anna." I was relieved she understood. I didn't want to make enemies with my next-door neighbors. "Thank you. Please let her know I didn't mean anything I said." "I will," she assured me, stepping through her door. "Have a good night." In the morning, I didn't have any work to do, since my project was still either on hold or cancelled. So I made a quick trip to the hardware store to get new pruning shears, and a few other gardening supplies I had been thinking about. When I got home, it was almost noon. I made myself a sandwich and took it outside to the patio, along with a glass of lemonade. Like yesterday, it was a beautiful day to be outside. Bob trotted over to his corner of the lawn to do his business, then came back to the patio and curled up in the sun. I was halfway through my sandwich when I saw Anna come outside. She didn't come over. I half-hoped that she would, so I could apologize and we could be friends, but the other half of me was glad she stayed in her own yard, so I didn't have to have that awkward talk. Either way, I put extra effort into not staring at her. That was more difficult today. I had noticed her cute teenage body yesterday, and today she was out again in another bikini. I focused on my yard, my sleepy dog, and my sandwich. I gave the occasional glances in Anna's direction. At one point I realized her chair was closer to my yard than it had been yesterday. But maybe I was imagining that. Another glance made me think she was watching me, but maybe that was natural after my outburst yesterday. She sighed audibly, and I turned my head towards her. It was clear that sigh was meant to attract my attention. She smiled at me from her chair. I smiled back and gave a nod of acknowledgement. She wiggled on her chair, like she was adjusting her position, but it also seemed like she was wiggling her body for me. If that was her intent, I was uncomfortable with it. I was also done with my sandwich. I downed the last of my lemonade, grabbed my dishes, and went inside with Bob without looking back. I spent the rest of my Wednesday afternoon doing inside chores, trying not to think of Anna's bikini body. ***** Thursday came, and I called into my office, but I still had no new assignment. At least the weather was nice. I thought briefly about Anna, but I threw those thoughts away. I had gardening work to do, and I had done all my inside chores yesterday. Bob trotted out the door happily as I went out. I glanced next door. No sign of Anna or Olivia. I grabbed my gloves and a bucket and set about to pull weeds. I knew other people hated weed-pulling, but it was somewhat therapeutic for me. Ridding the world of evil, one weed at a time. I heard the door open and shut next door, but I was facing away from it, so I didn't look up. I did look up as footsteps in the grass came closer. Anna stood there. Thankfully, not in a bikini this time, but a tank top and short shorts. Still not much left to the imagination, but at least her midriff was covered. "Need any help?" she offered. No one has ever helped me pull weeds. Why would anyone want to? But I didn't want to be mean or suspicious, so I simply nodded. "Sure," I said. "Want to start right there?" I pointed at a cluster about ten feet away. "Make sure to get the roots too, or they come back. Do you have gloves?" She shook her head. I got up and headed to the garage, and was amused when both Anna and Bob followed me. I chuckled as I rooted in a drawer. "Usually I only have one loyal follower," I remarked. Anna looked down at Bob. "He's a pretty dog." "If by pretty you mean lazy, then yes he's gorgeous." I found an older left-hand glove, then found its mate a second later. "These will be big on you, but they'll keep your hands clean." We went back to work outside. I glanced over a few times to make sure she was doing a good, complete job, which she seemed to be. Bob did his part by napping by the bucket in between us. When she'd finished her section, she announced, "I'll move over to this part here." "Okay," I responded, without really looking up. When I did, I saw her bent over the flower bed. Her shorts really were very short. As the material shifted upwards, I could just make out the lower curves of her ass. I doubted her mother would let her wear those shorts out of the house. As the sun grew warmer, I watched Bob get up and trudge to the patio. I had left a water bowl for him there, which he partook of noisily. I looked over to Anna. She was still bent over, her cute butt still appealing. I could see the skin on her upper back, above the material of her tank top, starting to glisten just a bit. But she was finishing that bed's weeds. "Thanks for your help, Anna," I said. "Want some lemonade or something?" "That would be great, thanks," answered Anna. She stood and walked with me to the patio. She sat in one of the chairs there as I went inside for drinks. When I returned, Bob was napping at Anna's feet. "That means he likes you," I told her, eliciting a smile from the girl. "So, how bored are you, that you actually wanted to help me pull weeds?" I asked. She shrugged. "Well there's no school and I don't have a job," she started, "But really, I wanted to apologize to you." "I was going to apologize to you. I never should have yelled at you." "My mom told me," she nodded, "but it was my fault. I thought you were looking at me, like the boys at school do." "No, but I remember being one," I told her. "Boys are desperate little pigs." She laughed. "You're right. But you're not a boy, you're a man." I saw a look in her eyes. It was like she looked at me yesterday. There was desire there. Not just sexual desire, but a need to prove herself to me. I tried not to play into it, and changed the subject to school. I figured she still had another year of high school, but she told me she had worked ahead, and was actually going to graduate in December. "I want to start college in January," she told me proudly, "I'm going to major in advertising." "That's nice, that you already know what you want to do," I told her. "I'm a graphic designer myself, so I do a ton of advertising campaigns." Her eyes lit up. "Have you done anything I've seen?" I thought for a minute. "Mostly local things. Do you know Bruno's? The Italian restaurant?" I asked, and she nodded. "I did the logo for them a while back." "That was you? Cool." It was weird to think of my work as being described as 'cool' by a teenage girl, but I guess I would take it. "Bruno is a friend from way back, so he gave me the job when I was first getting started." We finished our drinks, and Anna started putting the old gloves back on. "So what's next?" she asked eagerly. I was still a little uncomfortable with her being around. I made up a little white lie. "Actually, I've got some work to do inside." "Oh. Okay." Anna's face dropped a little. "Maybe I can help another time?" I smiled. "Well, you did pretty good on those weeds, so maybe." Her smile came back. She handed me the gloves, but I held out my hand. "You keep them," I told her. "I've got no need for them." "Thanks, Mr. Fuller," she said, then looked down. "Bye Bob." Then trotted back to her house. I watched her go, and it seemed like she was moving her hips a little more than was necessary. I opened the door, but Bob was still watching her go. "Come on, Bob," I called, and he broke his trance and headed inside with me. ***** Let me explain my yard. I live on a cul-de-sac, where the yards are angled because of the way the houses circle the end of the road. As a result, our front yards are pretty small, but the back yards are bigger than normal. I've spent years getting my yard to how it is now. Everything is well-maintained. The patio has nice, comfortable furniture. Raised flower beds hold the plants in place. The lawn itself is green and healthy as well. Olivia's house, in contrast, is just grass and a small deck, where a small grill sits. Nothing special. That is, until Anna got inspired. ***** That weekend was rainy, so I didn't spend much time outside, and I didn't see Anna out at all. Monday morning, I finally got a new assignment for work, so I had to go into the office for a few hours for meetings. When I got back, Olivia and Anna were unloading flats of flowers from the trunk of the car. "Hi, Grant!" said Olivia, waving at me. I walked over, curious. "What's all this?" "It's Anna's idea," Olivia told me. "She wants to do a few flowers around the house. She told me she spent some time with you the other day." I nodded. "Yes, she helped me pull weeds." "Hi Mr. Fuller," Anna said, coming back from dropping off flowers in the back yard. "I got my own set of gardening gloves," she said, holding up her hands proudly. They were pink, and matched her pink tank top. I could tell she was excited, and truthfully, I was happy for her. "That's great," I told her. "Gardening is always a good hobby." "Can I ask you questions, if I need help?" she asked. "Sure," I told her confidently. If I was good at anything, it was working in the garden, so I knew I could answer any questions. "Any time, let me know. But if you two will excuse me, I'm sure Bob needs to come outside." I left them to go rescue my dog, who was bouncing at the door to get out. That afternoon, I got down to work on my new assignment, but I kept an eye out from the second-floor window. Anna was trying hard, but it was clear she had neither the skills nor the tools to do what she wanted. So, being the good neighbor, I went outside around 3:00 and brought my shovels. I showed her how to dig more efficiently, how to space the flowers according to their needs, where to plant them in full sun or partial shade. By the time we were done, it was 7:00, and we were both sweaty and hungry. "I could go for some dinner about now," I told her, collecting the tools. "Want to come over to our house?" Anna asked eagerly. "Monday is always pizza night for us." I shook my head. "I don't want to intrude on you and your mom." Suddenly, Anna took off into the house, and returned with Olivia a minute later. Olivia told me from her deck, "Grant, you're welcome to join us. It's the least we can do after you helped Anna so much today." Anna was grinning next to her. "Okay," I relented. "Can I have a minute to clean up first?" I gestured to my dirty clothes. They both nodded. "I'll order the pizza," Olivia said, "and you clean up." Turning to her daughter, she said, "You too, Anna." Anna rolled her eyes, but agreed. "Yes mom." Thirty minutes later, showered and changed, I arrived at their door. Olivia let me in. "Good timing," she told me, "the pizza got here just before you." She showed me into the kitchen and handed me a paper plate. "Help yourself." Anna came down a minute later, hair still wet from the shower. She wore a loose-fitting t-shirt and another pair of short athletic shorts. From the slight wiggle I spotted under her shirt, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. I think she thought she could get away with it, since her breast size wasn't very big. I pretended not to notice, but her mother sure did. "Young lady," Olivia said, in a warning scolding tone that only mothers can master. "What?" Anna stopped in her tracks. Olivia made a gesture, hidden against her own body so I didn't quite see it, but I heard her mutter, "We have a guest." Anna got the message. "Fine," she said, stomping back up the stairs. Olivia sat down with me and reached for the pizza. "Sorry," she explained, "she's been told to dress properly around houseguests." I shrugged, pretending to be comfortable. "Oh. I didn't really see anything." When Anna returned a minute later, she was wearing the same shirt, but her chest was more properly restrained. She also had longer shorts on. Dinner was pretty enjoyable. Olivia's a great person, and she works hard for her daughter's sake. Neither of them had seen Olivia's ex-husband, Anna's father, in several years. I didn't ask, but I pieced together he had moved away long ago, after the divorce. But it was nice to have common ground with someone else who'd been through that experience. Anna kept her eyes on me throughout dinner. Every time I looked her way, she was smiling. Not a friendly smile, I decided. A smile that wished her mother wasn't right there. When the pizza was gone and we parted ways, I promised to return the favor by cooking for them sometime at my house. Olivia was pleased by it, but Anna's eyes practically glowed. I could almost see her giddily thinking about being with me in my house. ***** The next few days, I would work on my work assignment most of the day, then go outside. It was sunny again, so Anna had returned to her sunning chair in her bikini. She'd wave when she saw me, and I'd wave back, trying valiantly to ignore the showcase of her fit teen body. That Friday, she was wearing a top that I hadn't seen before. It looked new, and looked specifically designed to amplify her small breasts, making her cleavage look more pronounced. That day, when I came outside, she got up and skipped over into my yard. "Hey, Mr. Fuller!" she said, her voice practically singing. She held her arms behind her back, almost to thrust her augmented bosom in my direction. "Hi, Anna," I answered. I tried to look at her face and not further down. "Can you take a look at my flowers?" she asked, sugar-sweetly. "I thought I saw some bugs on them this morning." I put down my watering can. "Sure. Where?" I left Bob, who was too busy napping in the shade to notice, and followed Anna to a corner where she'd planted some marigolds, alternating yellow and orange. She bent down quickly, and I saw her bikini bottoms ride up, showing more of her cute butt than was necessary. My stupid male brain made me stop and admire it briefly before stooping down beside her. "Those bugs," she pointed at a tiny green speck. "That's an aphid. They're harmless in small numbers," I told her. But I thought, she had to have known that, right? What kind of science are they teaching in that school? "Oh," she replied. Then she quickly stood up, facing me. My face was now level with her crotch. Again, my inner pervert couldn't help but look for a second. Maybe it was two seconds. When I stood up again, Anna was grinning at me, and standing only inches away. I became self-conscious and took a step backwards. "Mr. Fuller, can I call you Grant?" she asked oh-so-innocently. It wouldn't hurt. She wasn't a kid anymore, right. "Sure, Anna." She beamed with the new permission. "Thanks, Grant," she said, and quickly wrapped me in a hug. I felt awkward. I patted her on the back with one hand, feeling the skin of her bare back. Then, just as quickly as the hug started, she released me and skipped back to her lawn chair. I walked back to my yard, and quickly went back to work on my garden, trying to hide the beginnings of an erection that was caused by the contact of a barely-dressed, sexy teen girl. ***** The following Monday, I visited the office again. My boss, Bill Berman, greeted me warmly. "Nice work so far on the Hamilton project. I want to send you out there to present it next week." "Out to Phoenix? That's quite a trip." "Yup," he nodded. "You'll leave Monday, present Tuesday morning, and be back late Tuesday night. Janet will get your flights and hotel set up," he said, nodding to Janet, our office secretary. Bill was the boss, but Janet was what kept things running. I agreed, but now I needed someone to watch Bob for me. It would be ideal if I could just ask a neighbor to do it. However, the Johnsons next door were on vacation for a couple weeks. So that left Olivia and Anna. When I got home, I found Anna watering her impatiens in the back yard. I let Bob outside, and walked over her direction. "Hey, is your mom home?" I asked. "No, why?" Anna replied with a big smile. "I need someone to take care of Bob, for a couple days next week. I've got a trip out of town." Anna's eyes lit up. "I can do it! I love Bob. And he likes me, don't you Bob?" To prove her point, Bob sat at her leg, tongue hanging out. Anna gave him a good head rub. I guessed it would be fine. I mean, Anna was 18, and Bob seemed to listen to her. He never listened to my ex Linda - one of the many things she constantly complained about. Anna saw my hesitation, and gave her best begging face, accompanied by clasped hands and a cute "Please???" "Okay. You can take care of Bob. I've got some work to do the rest of the day, but I'll show you sometime later where his food is and everything." "Yes!" She hopped and pumped her fist. She bent down to pet Bob again. "Don't worry, Grant, Bob is in good hands." ***** Not that I didn't trust Anna, but I checked that my home security cameras were still working. There were three I'd installed years ago: one in the living room, pointed at the front door; one in the kitchen, pointed at the back door, and one in the upstairs hallway. The upstairs one was really so I could see if anyone broke in through the upper balcony, but it also pointed into my bedroom. All were working normally, and I could access them on my personal tablet. I spent the rest of the afternoon preparing to meet Linda and her sleazy lawyer in court the following morning. One or both of them wanted more of my money, and I intended to prevent that. I printed financial statements showing that, even though I was getting a small cost-of-living raise on July 1, it was really very small, especially after taxes, and wasn't worth the request for an increased alimony. Any reasonable judge should look at it and see that my ex was a money-grubbing skank, and easily dismiss the request. Tuesday morning, I walked into court and sat down. I didn't look at the lawyer at all. I knew what he looked like already. Slicked-back hair, cocky smirk, cheap suit. I did glance at Linda. She'd cut her brown hair a little shorter. She was wearing an older dress that looked a bit worn - I guessed she wanted to look somewhat destitute. The lawyer did all the talking for her. They wanted me to pay an additional $100 per month. Then I stood up and, showing the statements, I made it clear that my raise would only be around $50 a month. I also pointed out that my last big project was cancelled, resulting in no bonus, despite the fact that I'd worked on it for months. The judge stared at both sides, and decided in my favor. I walked out without saying a word to anyone else. I heard Linda calling after me, but I didn't feel the need to talk to her, so I just left. ***** Saturday, I had Olivia and Anna over, and I cooked my famous lasagna for them. Olivia brought a bottle of wine that paired well with it. "Can I have some?" asked Anna sweetly, but Olivia gave her a good motherly stare, and Anna quickly recanted. "Just kidding," she said sheepishly. It made me chuckle inwardly. After dinner, I showed Anna, with Olivia watching too, how to feed Bob. He gets fed twice a day, morning and evening. I also let him out at least five times a day to do his business, but one of those times should be a walk around the block. I'd only be gone for two days, but I gave them my cell number for emergencies. Anna assured me that she could handle it, and I knew Olivia would make sure Anna followed through. But, just to be that guy, I pointed at the camera in the kitchen, sitting on the top of a cabinet. "That camera connects to my tablet, so I'll see you when you come in." "Got it," replied Anna. "Thanks again for doing this," I told them both. "No problem, Grant," Anna said, "Bob is in good hands." ***** Monday night, I was crashing in my hotel in Phoenix. When I got into the room, I heard my tablet ding, indicating motion on the security cameras. Earlier that day, I had seen Anna come in and feed Bob. The lazy dog seemed to really like her. Every time she'd come in that day, she even gave a little wave to the camera. This time was no different. It was about 10:00 there, and she was just letting Bob out, having fed him earlier. But she looked at the camera and waved. Then she winked. I wasn't sure what to make of that. After letting Bob back in, I noticed she didn't leave. She was taking her time, looking around the house. After a minute, she disappeared from the camera's view, heading upstairs. I switched to the upstairs camera just in time to see her looking at it. Or, at least I'm fairly sure she was. It sat on a shelf in the hallway, not really hidden, but she could've been examining one of the trinkets on the same shelf. She turned to go down the hall, peeking her head into each room, and finding my bedroom at the end of the hall. I thought for sure my nosy neighbor would now leave, having toured the house. But then she did something that shocked me: she laid down on my bed. I zoomed in to see more detail. I realized that when I pointed out the camera in the kitchen, I hadn't told Olivia about the other cameras in the house. So, she had no way of knowing that I was watching her daughter right now. But Anna knew. She moved her hands over her body, and closed her eyes. I saw that she was wearing another one of her too-revealing tank-tops, and short shorts. Her left hand drifted inside her shirt, and it looked like - no it couldn't be - but it was, she was touching her breast. While laying on my bed. As I continued to watch, her right hand was now slipping inside her shorts, and I could tell she was rubbing her own crotch. My dick got hard in my pants, as I realized what was going on: my teenage neighbor was masturbating on my bed. Then she stopped and sat up, and I thought the show was over. But instead, she stripped off her tank-top. Then her bra. Then her shorts and panties. Then she laid back down again, and continued to touch herself. Her right hand obscured her lower privates from the camera, but I could see her small breasts. Something in my brain thanked me for buying good-resolution cameras. Even though the breasts were small, her nipples were perfectly sized, and erect, as she tweaked one, then the other with her left hand. Her right hand continued to work on her nether regions, moving faster. Her eyes were closed, but then her mouth opened in a gasping motion. I couldn't hear the sounds she was making, but I knew she was getting close to climaxing. On my bed! I couldn't help it anymore. I undid my pants, and took my member in my hand. I started rubbing myself, watching this 18-year-old vixen put on a live show. It was better than porn. I rubbed mine as she rubbed hers, trying to match her speed. Then her back arched, and her eyes opened wide, and her right hand moved at lightning speed across her pussy, and I knew she was cumming, and that pushed me over the edge too. I shot a wad across the hotel room, on the full-length mirror that hung on the wall. She laid there for a minute or two, and so did I. I watched her breathing calm down, and then she was sitting up again. She quickly got re-dressed, and left the bedroom. She petted Bob as she left the house, and then she was gone. I grabbed some tissues and cleaned up both myself and the mirror. Its glass was a little streaky, but I did my best. Then I thought about what I'd just done. I'd spied on a naked 18-year-old girl, watched her masturbate, and masturbated myself. Sure, she was technically legal, but she was still a girl, still in high school, and was my neighbor's daughter. How was I going to look her in the eye when I got home? ***** Tuesday, I did my presentation. I managed to put the memories of Anna's naked body out of my mind for a couple hours. Thank goodness for that, or I would never have gotten through it. The clients liked my work and were eager to see more. I predicted a few more trips to Phoenix in my near future. I did check in on the house and Bob. Anna had come in and taken care of him, as promised, but this time, no additional material. Maybe she'd just wanted to do that, just once, and had gotten it out of her system. If it never happened again, I think I could deal with that. It wasn't meant to be. As my flight landed back home around 10:15 that night, my tablet dinged again. Anna was back at the house. I watched as she let Bob out, then back in again. She was dressed similar to the previous night, but this time she had something in her hand. I couldn't make it out as she didn't turn on the lights. I looked around, and thankfully, it was a pretty empty flight. No one else could see what was on my screen. Again, she went upstairs. I watched her carry the small item into the bedroom. This time, she immediately stripped naked, and laid down on her back. The item, still in her hand, was shaped like a small rod. When she placed it between her legs, I realized it was a vibrator. Her mouth opened and shut in what I assumed were moans and gasps. It only took a few minutes before I saw her back arch, just like it had the previous night, and I knew she was cumming. Just then, the 'fasten seatbelts' light turned off above me, and people rose to get off the plane. I quickly shut off the tablet's screen and shoved it back in my bag. No one else needed to see my naked teenage neighbor getting off in my house. ***** When the cab dropped me off at home, Anna was gone, of course. Bob was super happy to see me. I thought he was so excited, I let him outside one more time before he peed on the floor. I looked around the house. Nothing was out of place. Of course, Anna wouldn't steal anything. Everything looked normal upstairs too. I entered the bedroom and dropped my suitcase, and just looked at the bed. An hour ago, there was a naked girl here, I thought. I couldn't help it. I leaned down over the bed, and sniffed the spot where she'd been. It smelled like pussy. Young, sweet pussy. I pulled my tablet out of my bag, and watched the last video again. I still didn't have sound, but now I had video and smell. I rubbed one out thinking of Anna, watching her orgasm on my screen, smelling her scent on my bed. Bob And The Girl Next Door Ch. 02 Anna shows more of herself. It rained all day Wednesday, so I didn't see Anna hanging around in her back yard. Thank goodness. I wasn't sure I could look her in the eyes. I was a little embarrassed that I'd seen her naked in my house. I was even more embarrassed that I'd pleasured myself to her pleasuring herself. With the poor weather, I spent the whole day inside working on my projects. Thursday was sunny again. Around noon, I took a break to eat lunch and take Bob outside. Predictably, Anna was outside sunning. Rather than the usual bikini, she was wearing short shorts and a tank top that was pulled up to expose her midriff. When I came outside with Bob, she hopped out of her chair and walked over. "Hi Grant!" she said with her smile. Her top unfolded itself as she walked, sliding down just past her navel. "Hi Anna. Thanks for taking care of Bob." "Oh, no problem. He's a good boy." She looked down at him. "Aren't you Bob?" Bob drooled in agreement. "Well, I'm glad you think that. I may need you to watch him more in the future. I'll probably be taking another trip soon." Her eyes lit up. "Really? Cool, that's great. I can totally watch him." She sat with me as I ate my lunch, and she asked me to talk about Bob as a puppy, which I was happy to talk about. My ex-wife had brought him home for us, kind of on a whim. But, having never owned a dog before in her life, she was woefully unprepared for dog-parenthood. She never wanted to feed him or clean up after him, so it fell to me. I bonded closely with my little puppy, and since he knew I'd take care of him, he followed me around everywhere. Then Linda got upset when Bob loved me more than her, and listened to me but not her. Bob wasn't really the reason Linda left me, but perhaps he was a symptom of the larger problem. He helped me realize that Linda was immature and self-centered, shortly before she left me. After learning I had to pay alimony, I selfishly hoped Linda would marry her new guy, but he ended up leaving her, so the alimony payments continued, as her own salary was fairly pathetic. "What about you and your mom?" I asked Anna. "Did you ever have a dog?" "No, my dad was allergic, so we couldn't have one. But maybe we can now, since he's gone." "I'm sorry to bring him up. And I don't know if your mom will let you have a dog. But you're welcome to play with Bob." Bob's ears perked up at hearing his name, and he gave me a wide dog-grin. I looked at Anna and she was grinning too. I tried to push all thoughts of her naked body out of my mind and think of her as my friend. ***** I was sipping on a beer with Olivia on Saturday afternoon. Now that we'd had dinner a few times, we had become closer neighbors and friends. We were having normal chit-chat, when she said something that perked my attention. "Can you help me move some furniture tomorrow? Anna said she wants to switch her bedroom to the other side of the house." "Huh? Why?" Olivia shrugged. "I don't know. We've been here for six months, and all of a sudden she wants to switch to the other room, the one we've been using as a guest room." She took a sip from her beer. "I told her she could, since I can't think of a reason not to. But if you can help us move some furniture, it would go a lot easier." I tried to think of reasons not to, but I couldn't. Moreover, I kind of owed them a favor after Anna took care of Bob. So I nodded. "Sure, I can help. What time do you want me over?" "Say, about 1:00? After lunch? If it goes longer than a few hours, I'll buy dinner." It's hard to say no to a free dinner with friends. Even if you've seen one masturbate on your bed. "No problem. 1:00. I'll be there." ***** I had never been on the second floor of Olivia's house before. But when I got to the top of the stairs, I immediately saw the immensity of the move, and the need for me to help out. Anna and Olivia were switching all the furniture between two bedrooms, so the hall was littered with furniture that had been dragged from both rooms. Both women had on older t-shirts, comfortable for working. Olivia was wearing flattering yoga pants, and Anna had on a pair of skin-tight denim shorts. Anna's old room had been on the front corner of the house, on the side facing away from my house. She was moving to the complete opposite corner. The new bedroom, formerly the guest room, had two windows. One faced the rear of the house, overlooking the garden. The other faced my house. As I was helping Olivia drag Anna's dresser into the room, I looked over at the side-facing window. It hadn't occurred to me until that moment that I could see into my house from that window. Not just anywhere in my house, but my bedroom. Is this why Anna wanted to change rooms? While I pondered it, Anna's voice came from behind me. "Coming through!" I turned and found her holding one of the dresser drawers, which had been taken out to make it easier to move. I looked at what was in the drawer, then immediately looked elsewhere. It was clearly her underwear. Half of it was assorted panties. The other half was bras. From the glimpse I got, I was pretty sure there was at least one Victoria's Secret tag in there. Anna seemed to notice my awkwardness and gave me a naughty grin. While my assistance did make the work go faster, it was 7:00 by the time we had switched all of the furniture between the two rooms. Anna had directed some of our set up of her room, making sure her bed, dressers, and desk were all in satisfactory places. The guest room wasn't quite set up yet, but Olivia assured me that she and Anna would take care of it later. "Chinese food okay?" she told me, taking out her phone and calling the local restaurant. The three of us dined on noodles, rice, beef with broccoli, and sweet and sour chicken. Anna had told her mother that she wanted to overlook her new gardens in the backyard from her bedroom. But I was having trouble trying not to think about how her bedroom would now be visible from mine. My mind brought up the images of Anna's performances on my bed, and I was envisioning her naked teenage body sitting across the table from me. She slurped her lo mein noodles, and it made me fantasize about her slurping on my dick. "What?" I said, suddenly aware that Olivia had said something to me. "I said, it's been nice having you around, Grant. I'm glad we moved in next to you." Olivia slid the paper from her fortune cookie across the table so I could see it. It read 'Keep your good friends close through good and bad times.' "Yeah, I'm glad too," I replied. I spotted the remaining two fortune cookies in the center of the table. Anna reached for them first, leaving me the last one. Anna broke hers and read the paper to herself at first, but then read out loud, "Love becomes visible even if you don't seek it." She gave me a look. I hoped she wasn't getting ideas. I took the last cookie and broke it. "Mine says, 'Help, I'm trapped in a fortune cookie factory.'" Olivia laughed at my cheesy joke. "Ha ha," Anna said dryly, "what does it really say?" "It says 'Keep an eye out for sarcastic girls.'" Anna frowned at me. "Okay, okay," I said, "it really says 'Pleasurable activities are on the horizon.' Happy now?" Anna's frown turned into a smile, but she didn't say anything. Olivia piped up, "Well we all got good ones, huh?" ***** I didn't have to wait long for Anna's plan to get in motion. That very night, I closed the blinds in my bedroom, not wanting to give Anna a show as I undressed. But there was a small gap there, where if I wanted to, I could peek out and see across the yard. Anna's bedroom was dark and uninhabited at the moment. I washed my sheets a few days ago, getting rid of the smell of girl juices. So tonight I laid in bed and went through some things on my phone, when I saw a faint glow from my window. Anna was in her room. I tried to fight it, but my curiosity won. I crawled out of bed and stepped up to the window, putting my eye at the gap in the blinds. Sure enough, Anna was there. My room was dark, so I was fairly sure she couldn't see my eyeball. She rummaged around her new room for a few minutes, arranging things to her liking. Then, unceremoniously, she stripped her shirt from her body, followed by her white bra, and tossed the discarded clothes into a basket nearby. It was the first time I'd seen her small breasts without the use of video surveillance, so I was hypnotized. Her pert little nipples seemed to draw me in. Anna then undid her shorts and let them fall to the ground, showing off her little white panties. I held my breath as she bent over to pick them up, and I examined her perfect little ass. I hoped she would remove the panties too, but instead she went to a dresser drawer and picked out a nightgown. She slipped it on over her body, then sat down on the bed. In a little while, turned off her light, and the show was over. I left the window, realizing that I was rock-hard from watching her. I looked at the bed and shook my head. How could I possibly sleep after that? I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed my tablet and pulled up Anna's masturbation videos again. I watched her work her vibrator in and out, watched her mouth open in gasps, and I jerked off for the third time to the sight of my hot young teenage neighbor. ***** In the morning, I took another peek out the window. Anna's blinds were still open. In the daylight, with no lights on in her room, it was harder to see over there, but it looked like she wasn't there. It was Monday, and I had to visit the office again, so I showered and dressed. Before I left the bedroom, however, I went to take another look. It was just in time to see Anna walking in, wrapped in a towel. From what I could tell, her hair was wet from the shower. I knew I'd likely be late to work, but I couldn't not watch. I sat, hypnotized, as she puttered around the room. She pulled some clothes from her drawers, laying them on her bed. Then she dropped the towel, revealing her nude form, and I inhaled sharply. The view wasn't as clear as it had been the previous night, but I could make out the dark pink nipples of her chest. Her vulva looked hairless. I admired her nude figure until she slipped on her bra and panties. Then I left quickly, in order to make it to work on time. ***** I stopped by Janet's desk before going into Bill's office. "How's Bob?" she asked. She was also a dog person. "Just fine. Lazy and dopey as ever." We'd shared dog pictures with each other. Her terrier mix, Lolly, was energetic and quick, the antithesis of Bob. But at least they were both obedient and friendly. I went into Bill's office and he immediately started praising me. "Good job in Phoenix, Grant. They want to see more." "Thanks. Does this mean another trip?" "Probably more than one. Can you go again next week?" I thought about the project work. "Yeah, I think I'll have more ready by then." Bill pointed back outside where Janet was sitting. "Great. I'll get Janet to set you up on the flight and hotel. You'll go Sunday night, okay? Spend two full days there this time." I thought about Bob. "Okay. I'll get my neighbor to watch my dog." ***** I arrived home around 2:00 to let Bob out. It was a sunny day, so I knew Anna would be outside even before I turned to look. "Hi Grant!" she called from her lawn chair. "Hi Anna," I responded. I observed her in her bikini, showing lots of tan skin. Her bottoms were pink, but her top was white with pink flowers. I walked over in her direction. Bob waddled over to join us after he'd done his business. "Would you mind taking care of Bob again?" She sat up and grinned. "No problem! When?" "Next week. I'll be out on another trip. Sunday night through Tuesday night." "Of course. Bob and I have fun, don't we Bob?" she said, looking down at the dog. He laid down next to her chair, his face on the edge by her side. She gave his head a good rubbing. "Great. I really appreciate it," I told her, and headed back to my own house. I didn't say anything out loud, but I wondered if she'd do naughty things in my house again. If she did, I'd want to see it. So, before I got back to work, I ordered another security camera, one with a microphone, and was pleased that it would arrive on or before Friday. ***** I got two things of relevance in the mail on Thursday afternoon. One was the camera I'd ordered. The other was a letter from Linda. I was surprised it was from her. Usually, I got letters from the lawyer on her behalf, not from her directly. I carried them both inside, and I opened the letter right away, curious at what she wanted to say. It read: 'Dear Grant, I'm upset that you didn't want to talk to me the last time we saw each other, but I guess I understand. I'd like to be on more friendly terms with you. So, I've decided that I don't want any more increases in your alimony. But, in return, I'd like an olive branch from you too. I'd like to see Bob. If you can find it in your heart to let me visit with him, I will instruct my lawyer to stop seeking alimony increases. -Linda' The nerve of that woman! I fumed, and crushed the letter in my hand. Bob was my dog. Mine! She never showed any interest in him at all, and now she's playing up her interest? Like a bribe, to stop getting more money? Fuck that monster. I looked down at my other acquisition. Was I any less of a monster? I was about to set up a camera to spy on my teenage neighbor. I sought out some kind of justification. I needed a way to say that what I was doing was okay. So I didn't set the camera up yet. ***** That night, I got dressed for bed in the dark, hoping to see if Anna's bedroom light went on again. I put on an old T-shirt from college, and a pair of comfortable gym shorts. When I returned from brushing my teeth, her light was on. I snuck over to the window, and found my spy-hole in the blinds. I saw her laying on her bed, still fully clothed, writing in a book, possibly a diary. I watched her jot down some words, put her eraser to her mouth, then jotting something else. I watched her record her thoughts, then she closed the book and stuffed it under her mattress. Definitely a diary then, I thought. No reason to hide a book from your mother unless it contained your most secret thoughts. Then she got up from the bed, and stretched. Her small tits pulled at the material of her shirt. Then she reached the lower hem of her shirt, and stripped it off, revealing her bra to me again. Then she removed that, showing me her pink nipples that stood straight out from her body. She rubbed her hands over them, slowly, gently. 'Holy shit', I thought. Was she doing that just for herself? Or was she showing off for me? She stripped off her shorts and panties, and laid on her bed naked. From my point of view, I could now see clearly that her mound was clean-shaven. She reached into her bedside table and pulled out an object that I recognized as the vibrator she'd used in my house a week ago. She ran it over her little nipples, teasing them, making them stand straight up from her prone body. Then she ran it down from her chest to her tender pussy. She spread her legs wide, and I was able to see it all. The light in her room made her juicy pussy glisten. She rubbed the vibrator on her clit, making her whole body shake with excitement. My body was shaking too. My dick was hard as a rock. I was so mesmerized that I barely heard the breathing and muffled footsteps of Bob as he entered the bedroom. He usually slept on the floor between my bed and the door, so his appearance didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was what he did next. I was closely watching Anna tease and toy with herself. Her eyes were wide open as she slid the vibrator inside of her wetness, working it in and out slowly. Just then, Bob headbutted my shin. My hand had been touching the wall next to the blinds, so the sudden impact made my hand graze the blinds, making them wiggle. I saw Anna suddenly sit up in her bed, aware of the motion. I backed away from the window. Hopefully she wouldn't have seen. But I was sure she did. I could be in really big trouble now. I expected her light to go off, or her blinds to shut, but neither of those things happened. I got too curious. I went back to the window. Peeking over, she was still on the bed, working her vibrator inside her wet lips. Her other hand was playing with one nipple, then the other. Then I saw her whole body clench up, and her hands stopped moving, and I knew she was climaxing. When she came down, she looked at the window and smiled. It was a knowing smile. She knew I was watching! I backed away from the window again. My hard cock made it a little unusual to walk, but I made it around Bob's sleeping body into my bathroom. I replayed the whole thing in my mind. Anna touching herself, knowing I was there, and continuing anyway. Showing me her body and what she could do with it. I pumped my cock, imagining again her face as it came. I imagined jizzing on that cute teen face, and I released my cum all over the bathroom floor. Understand this: I'd been married, and I'd had sex many times. I'd had sex before I was married with other women too. And I'd watched porn, of course. But this, tonight, was probably the hottest scene I'd ever seen. I thought about the new camera, still sitting on my kitchen counter. I was setting it up tomorrow.

Back Seat Show-Off by Otazel Back Seat Show-Off Ch. 02 Erin goes back to the car park, but with a minder. Erin sat in the coffee shop staring at the cappuccino standing before her and feeling thoroughly pissed off. Jason, her boyfriend, had supposedly gone to stay with his sister for a few days, but now she had received a 'Dear Jane' informing her that he was dumping her and moving in permanently with the girl he was actually visiting. What an arsehole! But, she admitted wryly to herself, she couldn't throw too many stones. While he was bunking up with his new girlfriend she had also cheated on him in a big way by driving to a nearby car park and displaying herself to anyone who cared to look, and then letting several strange men fuck the daylights out of her. It had been the biggest buzz of her young life and she wriggled a little in embarrassed remembrance, realising with a jolt that there was now nothing to stop her doing exactly the same again anytime she wanted. Not that she expected that she would. She had thought only afterwards of the risks she had taken. Not the risks of disease or pregnancy - nineteen year old girls don't often consider such things and anyway she was on the pill, but the risk of physical violence, or even abduction. She wanted to, God how she wanted to, but she didn't dare risk it again. "May I join you?" The voice dragged her back into the real world. She looked up to see a man standing with his hand resting hopefully on the back of the chair opposite. "Yes, of course." A quick glance around showed her that the coffee shop had filled up since she had come in and her table was one of only a couple with vacant seats. She smiled at him, taking the opportunity to look him up and down. He was quite a bit older than her, maybe late forties or early fifties, shaven headed and wearing the ordinary working clothes of sweat shirt, jeans and workboots. He was returning the appraisal, and disconcertingly openly, smiling at her as his gaze ran over her face and figure. "You don't remember me, do you?" He asked after a brief pause. "Should I?" She asked, wary of an obvious pick-up line. "I think you should." He paused and a knowing grin spread across his face. "After all, I was fucking you only a few nights ago." She stared at him open mouthed while her face did the traffic lights of shock and shame, settling on the bright red of pure embarrassment. "Oh, my God! The car-park!" He must have been one of the strangers she had invited to take her. She hadn't considered the possibility of being recognised afterwards. "Don't worry; I'm not going to spread it around." "Thank you." She whispered, not knowing what else to say. She lowered her eyes, unable to look him in the face knowing that he had seen so much of her and that she had been the receptacle for his spunk. Bizarrely, her pussy was responding to the idea and she wriggled a little in her seat. "Did you enjoy it?" There was no point in denying it, her responses at the time would only have made a liar of her. She glanced furtively around to make sure nobody was listening before answering. "All of it." She nodded defiantly. "Are you going there again?" She smiled inwardly. He was obviously looking for a second chance to fuck her, and if truth be told she wouldn't actually mind. She fancied older, rougher, men. But she'd already dismissed the idea of another session as too dicey. "No." She shook her head. "Shame." His disappointment was almost tangible. "Why not, if you enjoyed it?" "Too much of a risk." She told him. He nodded sagely and they both lapsed into silence. "Thank you for that other time, though." He said after a minute or two. "My pleasure." She giggled when she realised how appropriate the time worn response truly was. There was another pause during which he looked as though he had something to say, but didn't know how, and she thought about how much she had enjoyed allowing herself to be used by any man who wanted, including her coffee companion. Which one was he, she asked herself, trying hard to place him among the group of men milling around her car that Saturday night. "Would you do it again if it was safe?" He asked suddenly. The memory of last time was making her pussy wet, so again a denial would be an outright lie. "Yes." She answered simply, looking him directly in the eye and almost daring him to find it wrong of her. "What about if there was someone there just to take care of you?" He seemed to be thinking as he was speaking, vocalising thoughts as they came into his mind. The question sparked her interest. "How do you mean?" "Well, what if I was there to make sure you were all right?" "Perhaps. But what would you get out of it?" She was surprised with herself for actually considering the possibility. "Two things." He told her, looking at her with unconcealed sexual longing. "First, I get the thrill of watching you get shagged, but secondly I'd also want a session with you, on my own and in private." She thought about his offer for several long minutes, weighing up her urges against her risks. She was very conscious of her nipples hardening and her pussy lubricating as she thought it over and became more and more turned on by the idea. In the end there was no getting away from it, she wanted to be on display and used once more, and she also fancied this man sitting opposite her. He was her type of man, a man's man, older and coarser than her ex-boyfriend and more likely to be adventurous and demanding in bed. "All right then. Yes." "Yes?" "Yes." She looked away briefly as she made her decision and then back at him. "And you can have me today, right now, if you want." He looked at her hard, as if checking that she meant it. She did. "Okay. My place or yours?" "I don't have a place, I live with my parents." "Mine then." They stood up together and left their half finished drinks on the table. As they left the coffee house he placed a possessive hand on her shoulder and she felt strangely reassured by it. Up to that moment she had been wondering if he was to be trusted or if she might be jumping from frying pan to fire, but that simple touch took away her fears. It never occurred to Erin to use her car, she simply followed him to his, knowing that she would return and collect her own car later. He cleared the front seat of a newspaper and assorted sweet wrappers and she climbed in beside him. "It's not far." He told her, pulling out into the traffic. "By the way, my name's ..." "No! Don't tell me, I don't want to know." She interrupted him. Somehow anonymity was important to the adventure. "Okay, then I won't ask yours." He frowned a little as he spoke, but it was more from puzzlement than annoyance. Traffic was light and driving needed little concentration, even so they drove along in silence, neither really knowing what to say. But then, after a mile or so the man put his hand on Erin's leg. Not tentatively or timidly, but unhesitatingly, as if it was within his rights to do so, which as far as Erin was concerned it was. His hand rested for a moment on the skirt of her summer dress, before he ran it down to the knee and then up, pushing the dress out of the way and caressing her bare thigh. She shivered from the sensation, leaning her leg out towards him a little as proof of her consent. He fondled her leg continuously, removing his hand only when it was needed for the driving controls and then returning it to the soft firmness of her thigh. Neither of them spoke, she opened her legs to let him go wherever he wanted and he stroked her thigh from knee to tantalisingly close to her crotch, leaving her wanting and waiting, until eventually they turned into the drive of a modest semi detached. "Here we are." He told her, jumping out and walking towards the door, leaving Erin to follow. The door opened and he stood to one side, ushering her through. In front of her was a hall with a flight of stairs leading upwards. "Coffee before or after?" "After." "Top of the stairs then, first door on the right." He had made no effort to make her feel at home, he had just pointed to where he wanted her, and she felt perversely encouraged by his direct manner. If he said something was to be so, then it was so. It was a typically masculine bedroom, devoid of frills and slightly untidy with a couple of cast off shirts on the floor waiting for their journey to the laundry basket. But it was clean enough and reassuringly normal, Erin thought as she looked around. She heard feet on the stairs and the man entered the bedroom, the look on his face reflecting his anticipation. "Ready?" He asked her. She nodded a silent yes and stood waiting for some indication of what he wanted. He walked over, put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face away from him. The zip on the back of her dress came down with a single extended buzz and she felt that first kick of excitement as it was pushed from her shoulders to pool around her feet. Hard, calloused fingers fumbled for a moment with her bra strap, and then she was stripped to the waist, only her little cotton briefs away from total nakedness. His hands cupped her breasts from behind and she leaned back against him, surrendering herself to him as he rolled her nipples briefly between his fingers. His hands went back to her shoulders and he stood her away from him again, making her stand literally on her own two feet as he ran his palms lightly down her arms until they could move over to her hips. He held her momentarily, his fingers gripping the slight projection of her hip bones. She had the impression that he was holding her away from himself to look her up and down, assessing what he saw. Then his fingers were insinuating themselves into the waistband of her panties and pushing them down. She stepped from them, totally nude, her heart thumping and her breath becoming staccato with expectation. He pushed her lightly in the direction of the bed, more guidance than propulsion. "Go and lie down. And let me see you." She knew what he wanted. She laid herself down with her feet towards him and then slowly and deliberately opened her legs, revealing her already puffy wet pussy to his view. Excitement pulsed through her as she exhibited herself, the defiance of society's rules making her high with arousal. "More." She hooked her hands behind her knees and pulled back her legs, showing him every little bit of her, wishing for some reason that there had been a mirror in front of her so that she could see what he could see. "Touch yourself." His instructions were terse and to the point, just the way she wanted them. Still holding her legs back, her knees almost against her shoulders, she ran her hands down the back of her thighs and onto her bottom until she could feel the outside of her pussy lips touching the tips of her fingers. Her heart was pounding and the very beginnings of a climax were already lurking inside her pelvis. She tried to reach into herself from both sides, but young and lithe though she was, she couldn't quite make any meaningful penetration of her slit from that angle and so she just pulled her lips apart to make sure that her observer got the very best view of her wide open pussy. She gazed up at him, taking delight in the fact that she was naked and vulnerable before him while he was still dressed in work clothes, only the bulge in the front of his jeans an acknowledgment of her existence. "Play with it. I want to see you cum." That, she thought, was not going to be difficult. Taking her right hand around to the front she twisted slightly, allowing the first two fingers of her remaining left hand to reach into her pussy, pushing them up inside her vagina. She gazed up at him and then reached between her legs with her free hand and began massaging her clit, both hands now busy at her sex, working her towards that first orgasm. He stared back at her, his own arousal and need clear on his face even though he was yet to make any sexual move. She could clearly hear the little wet sounds of her fingers thrusting in and out of her tunnel, their unambiguous portrayal of her enjoyment only adding to her pleasure. She rubbed her clit, massaging the little button, making it stand out from under its hood, wanting the man to know how hot she was, how much fun she was getting from her own actions, and how soon she would do as he wanted and cum before his eyes. He just stood in front of her and stared, his eyes flitting from her pussy to her face. Her orgasm came suddenly, almost catching her by surprise, exploding through her in one elongated wave of superheated pleasure that rolled on and on in peaks and troughs, making her shake and jerk puppet like, and bringing long moaning cries of beautiful anguish from her lips. She looked straight into his eyes as she came, watching him staring at her, taking even more pleasure in the naked animal lust that she saw there, lust that she herself had planted. She revelled in the power of her young female body over an older, stronger man. Afterwards she lay helpless, panting and trembling, her legs flopping back onto the bed, spent and lifeless. One hand lay beside her and the other draped over her pussy until she took it away, still wanting him to see her engorged clit and the sopping wetness of her vagina. She ran her palm over her belly and breasts, feeling a sheen of orgasmic sweat on her heaving chest. Suddenly she felt his weight on the edge of the bed as he unlaced his boots. He was undressing, getting ready to give her the fucking that he had implicitly promised her. She thrilled at the notion, her mind ready, even if her body was still recovering from her self induced climax. He proved to be very hirsute, his body hair ginger, belying his brown eyebrows, with just the beginnings of a belly and padded hips, and one nipple ring. His uncut cock was long, thick, and upwardly curved, just what Erin needed at that moment. She held out her arms to welcome him into her embrace, her legs kept wide for his use. He manoeuvred himself into position, lying down on top of her, his cock entering her gaping pussy without any need for guidance. She sighed as it slid deep into her, welcoming his invasion. He grunted in satisfaction, one hand reaching for her breast to maul and knead it and his mouth clamping over hers for his tongue to force a way between her lips. His fucking was short, sharp and hard, almost brutal, seemingly without any regard for her pleasure or satisfaction. Even so, she came again, crying out as his cock stabbed into her with his own climax flooding her pussy with cum. It seemed strange, fucking him for what seemed to her to be the first time, and yet knowing at the same time that he had filled her with his spunk once before. She hoped it would not be the last time, because although she liked to be made love to romantically at times, his actions were confirming a need within her to sometimes be simply fucked, taken and used, an object of gratification. He had awakened in her the submissive side that she had not understood. Now she looked forward even more to the night when, under his guidance and protection, she would make herself available a second time for use by strangers. There was not long to wait; for only a few evenings later she was climbing excitedly into his work van, complete with it's plumber's logo and rooftop pipe rack, en route for that same car park where she had performed before. He had cleared the interior of his tools and supplies and installed an air bed to make it more comfortable, but it was still a rough and battered work area smelling of oil and dirt, and so carried, she thought, just the right ambience for a slut. Once again she sat next to him on the long front seat, and once again he slid his hand up and down her leg as they drove along, the feel of his work-worn palm on her thigh turning her on before they had even got there. He pulled up just short of the car park entrance. "You sure about this?" He asked her. "I'm sure." She nodded agreement even though her mouth was dry and her heart was racing from an overload of adrenalin. She wasn't very sure, but she was sure enough. He turned in through the entrance and found a spot in the heart of the short row of cars that were already in place. "Okay?" He asked, checking for the final time that this was truly what she wanted. "Okay." She confirmed, a little breathlessly and with a crooked smile on her lips. "Are you ready now?" "Christ - am I ever." He ran his hand along her thigh, this time all the way to the top, his finger insinuating its way under her panties and finding her warm wet slit. "I wanted to be the first man to touch you tonight." He explained, pushing his finger into her and making her take a sharp breath at his forceful penetration. He fingered her briefly as if to be sure of her arousal. "Right, climb into the back and strip off. Then when you're ready I'll open the doors and switch the light on. And don't worry; I'll make sure you're all right. Like I said, if I hear you say 'no' to anyone, I'll make sure it stays 'no'." Erin nodded, reassured for her safety but still frightened inside for what she was about to do. Safety mesh prevented her from scrambling over into the back of the van, so she slipped quietly out of the passenger door and back in through the side cargo door, adrenalin pumping in her ears. For a moment she sat there in the dark composing herself, making sure that she had the courage as well as the urge to carry on, and then quickly and quietly she slipped out of her clothes and lay down, the cover of the air bed cold on her skin. Again she lay still for a moment, then slowly her legs fell apart and, licking her lips in anticipation, she reached between them to find her clit. Her pussy was already wide and wet, and her clit hard and proud, sticking out from under its hood waiting for her attentions. With two fingers she stroked up and down her slit, feeling how slippery she was and letting her fingertips flick at her clit when they reached the top of each stroke. Meanwhile her other hand had found its way to her breast, kneading her flesh and tugging at her nipple, increasing her arousal all the time. "Can you make sure there's someone ready and watching when the doors go open?" She called through the wire. "Okay." His voice sounded puzzled. "You want an audience in place for when I put you on show, is that it?" His saying it out loud sent a shiver through her being. Part of the reason was that she would feel stupid getting up the nerve to show herself off only to find nobody watching, but she also wanted it to be theatrical, with her spectators in their seats and she already on stage when the curtains went back. She shuffled her bottom closer to the door, pulling her feet wide and back to give any potential audience the best view she could. "Yes, please." A shiver of delight ran through her and her fingertips danced over her pussy. "But please only open the doors when I'm ready, if that's okay?" "Just say the word." She heard the driver's door open and felt the vehicle rock slightly as he climbed out, leaving her thinking how thrilling it was to be naked and alone in a strange van in a strange car park, two flimsy metal doors the only things separating her from anyone who wanted to do all kinds of things to her. The thoughts sent more little shivers through her, and she pushed her fingers deep into her pussy, pretending to herself that it was someone else, a complete stranger, doing it. She wondered to herself who would have her tonight, whose cock would fill her with spunk? Not that the identity mattered - what she wanted was to have at least a couple of anonymous cocks invading her tonight. She didn't want to know who owned the cocks, so long as they could use them. Although... As she played with herself she remembered that first time, years ago, when she and her boyfriend had been spied upon by an old down-and-out in the woods, and what a thrill that had been. Maybe it would be nice to be fucked by someone she wouldn't normally desire -- someone like that old man in the woods. Then she'd want to see her lover and know exactly who was servicing her. Strange how she wanted to debase herself like that - maybe that was the root of her exhibitionism? She shivered with perverse pleasure and rammed her fingers deeper inside her pussy, aware of the first hopeful stirrings of a possible orgasm. Outside, beyond the doors, she heard muted voices approach as her minder collected an audience. She shivered again as adrenalin levels rose, and a nervous giggle escaped from her lips. This was going to be it again. She was all set to be the star attraction of her own little display. She pulled her fingers from inside herself, satisfied that she was wet enough, and began rubbing her fingers in tight little circles over the nub of her clit. She wanted a climax to be definitely on its way before the doors were opened, her body already showing the signs of irreversible arousal. She would show everyone what a wanton and sexy woman she could be. It was a shame that Jason couldn't be here to see just what he was missing. Suddenly she giggled as the thought flashed through her mind that maybe he was there, standing behind the closed door waiting to see the girl inside revealed. How would he react to seeing her there, in all her naked glory, letting anyone and everyone do all kinds of sexy things to her? She wouldn't let him touch her though, he would be excluded, serve him right. Her budding orgasm went from the possible to the probable with those thoughts. "Are you ready?" Her minder was getting impatient. "Nearly." Her voice sounded tight, strangled with her need. Was she ready? Could she do it? Could she let everyone see her again, touch her again, maybe fuck her again. Her head was spinning with fear and excitement, but her heart thumped 'yes' and she drew a deep breath. "Now! Do it now." She shouted. The doors rattled before first one and then the other were swung wide, squeaking and banging, the interior light coming on automatically, shining in her face, blinding her night-adjusted eyes for the moment. It was a stronger light than she expected, but it was his work light she realised in the back of her mind as she blinked and strained to make out if anyone was there. The downward cast of the light hid faces, but Erin could make out four -- no, five -- pairs of legs, all denim clad, standing in a dim semi circle around her, one pair by the doors the rest directly in front of her. Her heart pounded wildly. If that one pair belonged to her companion, then that meant that four anonymous strangers could see her sex-inflamed pussy, four men gazing at her very private parts and four men watching her masturbate. She heard whoops and whistles of approval as her fingertips flew over the end of her clitoris, feeding the heat that was spreading inside her. "Go for it, girl!" The anonymous encouragement made her smile as she peered at the shadowy figures, automatically trying to make them out and see who had spoken even though her fantasy needed them to remain faceless. She didn't want to know who they were; just that they represented her kind of men, unsophisticated working men prepared watch her with open approval and even participation, and the rough voice and the jeans said it all. Erin was satisfied, things were going her way, and her first orgasm was building in her pelvis. Two more figures approached across the car park, attracted by the light spilling from the open doors. She saw that one was a woman, the sight making her waver for a moment before a mental shrug of her shoulders let her continue. If another woman wanted to watch her cum, then so what? Mentally she hung a metaphorical 'all welcome' sign above her, and pushed her two fingers back deep into her passage in defiance, the incursion making her grunt in urgent delight. "I'm going to cum soon. Who wants to see me cum?" She gasped out the words as her pelvis began to lift from the air bed, no longer the shy little girl of the last time, especially now she had a man to protect her. There was a small chorus of replies, all affirmative - but then she had never expected anyone to say no. She pushed her fingers in deep, wriggling them inside of her and rubbing the heel of her hand on her clit. "Soon." She gasped, feeling herself teetering on the edge. She thought about the woman watching her. Did she masturbate this same way and was she getting the same kick out of seeing Erin, as she was in letting herself be seen? She didn't know and she didn't really care, the pressure valve suddenly blew and she groaned loudly, her hips jerking madly in time to the waves of ecstasy that poured through her body. She squeezed her eyes closed, unable to do otherwise, and imagined the little row of faces staring at her pulsating pussy, wondering if they could see it tightening rhythmically around her fingers. Eventually the spasms subsided and came to a sluggish end, the last ripples like a tiny stone in the pool of her being, so that she finally lay back, letting her knees fall far apart and her hand slide from a very wet pussy to rest limply over her slit. She opened her eyes, staring unseeing into the darkness, her chest heaving, heart pounding and her muscles trembling, gasping occasionally as minute aftershocks ran through her. "That looked like a fucking good one." She nodded at the unseen spokesman, licking her lips to try and reply. "It was." She managed finally. "Is your cunt wet now?" The same voice asked. She moved her fingers over the slick rivulet that ran from her 'cunt'. She'd never thought of her pussy as a 'cunt', but in the uninhibited sexual context of the situation, it seemed the right word to use. "Yes, my cunt is very wet." She panted, getting an extra thrill from her use of the word. "Show us then." A different, harsher voice. Erin removed her hand, hesitated for a moment and then used both to pull her labia apart, revealing the shining wet red flesh of her pussy, remembering as she did so that another woman was watching her and feeling fleetingly self-conscious of her action. "God, I could just lap her up." The third voice was deeper but not so gruff. "Go ahead, you can if you want to." This was her guardian, offering her body to the speaker as if it was his to offer. Her head shot around in surprise, intent on objecting. But even as she started to open her mouth, she knew that she didn't mind. In fact oral sex would be nice right then, something to get her even more in the mood for a fuck. "Yes, do it." She consented. "Lick my cunt." That word again. A figure detached itself from the little group and moved forward, into the light. The man looked to be in his late thirties, dark, mediterranean good looks and thick black stubble, his dark eyes pools of inscrutability hidden under heavy eyebrows. He knelt behind the van and just in front of Erin, moving forward to fold her legs back out of his way and make her pussy accessible. The first touch of his tongue on her wet slit and Erin knew she was going to enjoy him. He ran the tip up and down its length, waggling it back and forth, tasting her and investigating her, no uncertainty, and no hesitation. Then it was as if, having found his way around her pussy, his actions became more specific, the tip of his tongue exploring the entrance to her vagina, pushing in and running around just inside her tunnel. She closed her eyes and surrendered to him, her hands gripping the edges of her air bed, enjoying his tongue and listening to the animated calls of her audience egging him on. For the first minute or two his tongue probed her depths, dipping in and out of her, his mouth pressed flat onto her pussy to let him push as far up her as he could, but then he changed and began to lick her in long sweeping strokes along the whole length of her cleft, flicking her clit with the end of his tongue before plunging down to flatten his tongue on the sensitive skin between vagina and anus. Erin was in pure heaven, holding onto her bed, as this strange swarthy man went down on her, her legs still held folded right back almost alongside her shoulders. Her breathing was fast and shallow, punctuated with tiny gasps and groans as he carried her along the road to her next orgasm. He couldn't help but realise that he was bringing Erin closer and closer to her second climax, and he changed tactics once again to help her to cum. Now he clamped his mouth fully over her clit, flicking it up and down, and back and forth with his tongue tip. She let out little mewls of pleasure, her eyes screwed shut, her pelvis twitching with tiny involuntary jerks, just waiting for another orgasm to engulf her. It did not take long. With her eyes closed she could picture her audience more clearly than in reality, and she imagined the faces behind the noises she could hear, seeing in her head the grins of approval, the wide eyed jealous stares of men who wanted to touch her. She smiled inwardly, deliriously happy at the effect she knew she was having on the others and overwhelmed by the pleasure induced by this man's tongue. Her body trembled as all her muscles suddenly tensed and then it was there, her climax ripped through her, wave after wave of unadulterated power pulsing out from the centre at her clit, each one making her call out, jolting and shuddering each time, her partner trying to hold her still and keep his tongue pressed onto her until her orgasm had run its course. "Do you want to fuck her now?" Her minder offered her body to the man kneeling between her legs as soon as he looked up from her pussy, expecting her to submit to his wishes. She was both irritated at his arrogance and thrilled by the thought of being an object to be given away. The man didn't answer directly, but he moved in closer, leaning over her and reaching back to the fly in his jeans. She held her own legs back now, wanting what she knew was coming, thrilled when she heard the buzz of his descending zip and felt him fumble around, seeking to free his erection. The tip of his cock found her entrance and she froze, waiting in excited anticipation for him to enter her. "That's it, fuck her." The man didn't need the anonymous encouragement; he pushed forward and slid his cock deep into her, making her gasp with pleasure. She looked up into his face, half hidden in shadows, able just make out his half open mouth and bright shining eyes, the lack of identity adding to her thrill. "Don't hold back." She whispered, glad that the dim light hid her blushes. "I want your spunk." In the darkness he nodded wordlessly and began a solid thrusting rhythm, sliding deeply into her before pulling almost all the way out. She wrapped her legs around him and clutched at his shoulders, the texture of his clothing rough against her naked skin. His mouth found hers and he kissed her, forcing his tongue between her lips to probe her mouth, the thrusts of his tongue matching those of his cock and adding to her enjoyment. Soon his efforts made him break off the kiss, his breathing becoming too hard to allow it, and he gasped into her neck as his thrusts became more and more urgent and irregular. In the background she could hear her spectators calling out lewd encouragement, telling him how hard to fuck her and urging him on, wanting him to go harder, deeper, and faster. But he was now on the build-up to his climax and even if he heard them he was certainly unable to take any notice, his cock was already plunging in and out of her as fast as he could do it. Even so, she found an extra buzz from hearing the bawdy comments, knowing that they were about her and her partner and nobody else. It was like being the star of her very own porn show, and she loved it. When it came his climax was short and disappointingly quiet. She wanted to feel him ram himself at her, pushing repeatedly and violently into her body, but instead he just paused at the top of his final stroke and held himself rigid, grunting and twitching as his cock poured his cum into her. Then, when it was over he levered himself off and staggered away, leaving her with her legs wide and her leaking pussy still on show. It wasn't enough and the frustration must have showed on her face. "Do you want another?" Her minder asked. She looked across at him, nodding assent and then rolled over onto her hands and knees, moving a little further into the van to allow room for someone to kneel behind her. "Whoever wants me, can have me." She told him loud enough for everyone to hear, settling herself ready to be taken. "Come on, you heard, you don't need an invite." He announced. "She just wants a good fucking." He'd got that right. "Are you going to join her, Rosie?" A voice asked suddenly, throwing Erin into momentary confusion. "Not this time, Steve. It's her time tonight." It was the woman among the onlookers who answered. Someone wanted a choice of pussy, but the woman's voice was firm, definite. She was intent on remaining a spectator, and the man fell silent. Erin waited. One man wasn't nearly enough. Her pussy was throbbing from her need to be taken, to be used and filled with cum. Then she heard a shuffling at the rear and the floor rocked as someone climbed in to kneel behind her, and she smiled with lascivious expectation. Her new partner didn't immediately start to fuck her, but instead she felt his fingers on her skin, seeking her pussy, exploring her opening, creeping inside and then pushing deeply into her so that two of his fingers were soon buried to the hilt inside her very wet vagina. She moaned loudly, making no attempt to disguise her pleasure, wanting to be sure that everyone present knew how much she was enjoying being fingered. The unidentified man's fingers began to piston in and out of her, withdrawing until Erin was sure they were completely out and then ramming back into her as hard as they could. She tensed each time, sure that one time they would miss her entrance and slam into the soft delicate flesh of her pussy. But each time they were exactly on target and plunged easily straight along her tunnel until they could go no further. She could feel a climax brewing inside her. "Oh God, don't stop. I think I'm going to cum." The fingers began to twist and screw their way in and out of her, taking her to even greater heights and her orgasm became imminent. "I'm going to cum. Yes, I'm going to cum." She announced suddenly, her voice high and breathless. From behind her Erin could hear her audience encouraging her partner with restrained whoops of delight. She could feel herself writhing and squirming, pushing herself back onto the invading fingers and then moving forward, all the time getting nearer and nearer to cumming. Then the man twisted his hand so that he plunged deep into her with his fingers hooked upwards and his thumb pushing against her anus - and stopped moving, instantly making her tense with expectant frustration. But he wasn't finished, he was only seeking Erin's 'G' spot, and less than a second later he'd found it and was rubbing and massaging with his hooked fingertips. "Oh God, yes. Don't stop, I'm cumming right now." She shouted her announcement, wanting to be sure that everyone knew, at the same time bouncing on her knees in an erotic jig over which she had no control. Her bottom danced up and down, but she couldn't help it and anyway it was brilliantly prolonging her climb to orgasm. Her invisible partner pushed harder into her, pressing his thumb against her wet anus until, quite suddenly, the sphincter opened and his thumb popped in. She yelled out loud, firstly in erotic surprise and then in delight as the sensation triggered her orgasm and waves of pure bliss swept through her. She didn't try to hold back, she just let it happen and cried out her pleasure. "Yeesss! Yeesss! I'm there! Oh my God that's so good, so fucking good." When it was eventually over the man pulled away without a word and Erin was left, trembling from the ferocity of her climax but smiling with a new satisfaction. A man had touched her bottom once before, but never entered it like that, and she determined that when the opportunity arose she would try it in her arse all the way. Anal sex was added to her mental must do list. Hands suddenly gripped at her hips, bringing her back to the present. Her partner wasn't finished yet, he had still to fuck her. She felt his cock slide over her skin and down between her legs, searching for her pussy, leaving a little wet trail of pre-cum as it went. The tip found its target and slipped inside her, sliding easily through her gaping wet entrance. He shuffled slightly forward, sliding a little deeper inside her in the process. Erin let out a tiny gasp and accepted him willingly, letting him push forward, burying himself full length in her grateful pussy. She realised with surprise that she could cum again, having sex with an unseen lover was so excruciatingly sexy that she could already feel the warm stirrings deep in her pelvis. Behind her she could still hear muted calls of encouragement and a low whistle of wonder as her audience watched the man take her. At first his thrusts were long, slow, and hard, pulling right back and then driving himself deep inside her again, but then he began to pick up speed and she could hear his breathing coming faster. He, like her, was climbing towards his climax and she hoped against hope that they could cum together. She desperately wanted to feel him flood her with his cream just as she orgasmed, even though she wasn't sure how soon she could climax again. He was soon fucking her even harder, plunging his cock into her and gasping and groaning each time. Every time he thrust into her she could hear the wet squelching sounds of her arousal and it was making her feel wonderfully sluttish. She groaned heavily at each thrust, knowing now that she would cum again and that it would be soon. Harder and harder the man fucked her, plunging deep and fast into her, making her gasp and moan, her hands gripping tight to the edge of the airbed. Behind her she could hear men encouraging her lover, telling him to go at it harder, or faster, or to slap her, fuck her arse, anything seemed permissible as far as they were concerned. She felt wonderfully free, all possibility of shame and embarrassment gone, sure of herself and gleefully conscious that she was putting on a show that was making everyone else both jealous and randy. She wanted this cock that was reaming her out, needed her public fucking and looked forward to feeling him cum inside her. There was nothing that could happen that she didn't want. Her orgasm drew closer, the fire in her belly spreading through her body and down her legs, making her twitch and tremble as little warning jolts of pleasure passed through her. Every time his cock slammed into her pussy, her head went back with pleasure and she groaned loudly, holding nothing back, matching his noises so that everyone was aware of a rutting couple getting close to orgasm. She felt his cock begin to jerk a little each time it plunged into her, the sensations building inside it as the man got closer to cumming. Then he rammed himself deep into her, his groan turning into a kind of gasping roar and she tensed, ready to feel his cum erupt into her and feeling her own climax on the very brink of it's own eruption. The dam burst and he shot his cum into her pussy. That was enough for Erin, her own orgasm exploded inside her, with wave after wave of pleasure ripping through her, synchronizing themselves with the man's short orgasmic thrusts and the torrents of cum that flooded her passage. She called out, her high breathless gasps of 'yes' almost drowned out by the man's incoherent cries. Eventually his spurts grew weaker and his thrusts less and less forceful as his climax died, and Erin felt her own orgasm begin to lessen and finally to fade away to leave them as both trembling wrecks in the back of a plumber's van. For a few minutes there they both remained, wilted from the effects of their coupling until finally his softening cock slipped from her sodden pussy to lie against the back of her thigh, the wetness turning cold in the evening air. The man shivered, perhaps from drying sweat, and stood up, giving Erin's rump a gentle slap of mute gratitude before moving away, the van rocking suddenly as he dropped heavily from the back. Erin shook a little from the sudden coolness of the air on her hot skin and she tried to look around, unable to resist trying to identify her lover, but she could glimpse nothing more than a pair of male feet, clad in ubiquitous trainers, moving out of sight into the darkness. She turned her head back to gaze contentedly into the interior of the van, satisfied to feel cum trickling from her pussy and down the backs of her thighs. It was enough, and her minder seemed to sense it was enough, for without asking her he closed the doors, extinguishing the light and leaving her to lie exhausted and helpless in the dark.

BBQ Adventure (Part 1) By Nikki Tian called and invited me to a BBQ at the home of a married couple she is friends with down on the Jersey shore near Long Beach Island (LBI). She had apparently told them about the BBQ where she met me and they wanted to invite their friends to their own adult BBQ with me in attendance. I asked Tian if I needed to worry about showing too much skin and she told me I could show as much as I wanted. I said I would go but needed to decide what I would wear and I would talk to her later in the week. I have been chatting and exchanging e-mails with Sassy Susan daily for the last few months and we talked about the BBQ. During the course of the conversation I decided that my outfit for the BBQ was going to be a short flirty skirt and nothing else. Tian was coming to pick me up for the near hour long drive down the Garden State parkway. I called Tian and told her what I planned to wear and she was thrilled. "Nikki, my friends will love seeing you arrive to their house topless, naked or however you choose and so will I." She said "I have another idea, if you think it will be OK. Once we are there for a bit I want to take my skirt off and have you destroy it in front of everyone." "Oh sure it will be fine, they expect you to be naked sooner or later." "Tian you need to promise that once we get there and you destroy my skirt that no matter what happens you will not let me cover up until we get back to my house." I said, not realizing how I would regret these words that Saturday night. "I promise Nikki. Once you're naked you will not be able to coverup at all." Tian said with noticeable excitement in her voice. "Great! I'll talk to you again before the weekend." So I had confirmed I would wear just a skirt, no to, jewelry or shoes on Saturday. Soon after talking to Tian I was online talking to Sassy Susan and telling her about my wardrobe decision. Susan is always making suggestions as to what I could do to encourage audience participation and physical contact and for that I love her, but I know the evil bitch ( love you sweetie) is going to get me in trouble one day. Susan came up with the idea of decorate Nikki for the BBQ.Non-permanent markers would be used for two teams to decorate me,each team getting one side of my body from head to toe. Somehow this idea intrigued me and before I knew it I was agreeing to be decorated with markers. More on the rules later, I mentioned it to Tian and she loved the idea so now I was leaving home in just a skirt, going to have it removed and destroyed and let a bunch of strangers decorate every part of my naked body with markers. It was also decided that the winning team would use soapy water and their hands to wash me off. I had to go buy markers and I wanted to buy a cheap, sexy, short skirt that I would mind having destroyed. I should have paid more attention to the weather report during the week before the BBQ. I went out and bought the markers and a cute, flirty pink skirt to wear on Saturday. I saw near the end of the week that we were in for a few days of less seasonal temperatures. We have had a pretty hot summer for New Jersey a lot of days in the upper 80's and 90's but Saturday looked to be in the mid-seventies which I thought would be fine. I looked Friday night at the weekend weather and saw Saturday was going to be near 75 but breezy and the temperature was going to drop down to about 58 Saturday night. So 58 is not freezing but add in the breeze and it's quite nippy especially when naked. I wasn't about to change my plans, if worse came to worse I could warm up inside from time to time. Everything was set, Tian would pick me up about 2pm on Saturday for the hour drive to LBI. I woke up Saturday morning and didn't bother to dress as I wasn't going to go anywhere until Tian arrived. It was a rather breezy day and only going to be 75 at best. After a light lunch I took a shower and did a bit of makeup and my hair. I had my belly ring in but that was the only piece of jewelry I would wear.Shortly before two I put on my skirt and waited for Tian to arrive.She arrived right on time and approved of my outfit , if you could call it that. I had on the pink skirt, nothing else and that was all I would have with me for the ride down to the BBQ. I took just a tiny purse with some cash, a bank card and house key and walked out to Tian's car naked. Traffic was horrible and the hour drive took just under 2 hours. It was a painfully slow ride down the Garden State Parkway which kept me from maybe displaying some body parts against the window. If I had needed to pee I would have had to get out of the car and pee in the trees alongside the roadway. I doubt I would have been allowed inside at one of the rest stops. Thankfully that need didn't arise and although I am sure my bare breasts were probably seen by thousands it was an uneventful ride. On the way down I wanted to find out a bit about who would be at the BBQ. Tian told me that her friends Cindy and Dave were the hosts, married in their early 30's with no children yet. She didn't know anyone else who would be there but once again I was assured that my attire or lack of it would be welcomed with excitement and not just by the guys. I always worry about pissing off the women that are there with their significant others. Tian couldn't really tell me a lot but she did tell me that she had not told Cindy and Dave about my outfit as she wanted them to be surprised. They knew that I would be scantily dressed and at some point I would be naked and they were looking forward to our arrival. We got off the parkway down near Long Beach Island (LBI) and after a few main roads we were on one of the small narrow streets found all over the Jersey shore. Most houses are small ranch style, the front yard all pebbles and either grass or pebbles in the backyard. Most were on small lagoons that lead out to Barnegat Bay. We arrived at Cindy and Dave's and I began to feel the urge to pee which I think was caused by the butterflies dancing in my belly. I get nervous when I am walking partially or fully naked into a strange place filled with people I don't know. I know that is a normal reaction to a not so normal situation.I do thrive on all of the emotions that come with running around nearly or fully naked, even the fear. The fear is only surpassed by the sheer excitement of being naked where I shouldn't and my being the center of attention when I walk in and all eyes are on me. We parked right in front of the house and after taking a deep breath I exited the car once Tian was out and standing by the passenger door.I stepped out providing Tian with a nice look up my skirt. It was quite breezy and a bit cooler than a typical August day in New Jersey. The actual temperature was about 75 but it felt cooler with the breeze and especially since we were right on the water. No one greeted us out front and Tian said that she was told to walk around to the backyard when we arrived. Tian led the way and as we approached the backyard I could hear people talking. It sounded as though there was more than just a few people back there. Another deep breath and we entered the backyard with Tian still in front I was somewhat hidden from view. A cute blonde, who I soon found out was our hostess Cindy turned toward us and said hello to Tian before asking, "Is that Nikki behind you?" "Yes, this is Nikki" Tian replied as she stepped aside to let me be seen by all those looking our way. I could see most people were obviously shocked by my outfit. Cindy seemed taken aback for just a moment but recovered and said she was very pleased to meet me. "Is that skirt all you wore when you left home?" Cindy asked Before I had a chance to reply, Tian grabbed my skirt and lifted the front up exposing my freshly shaved pussy. "Yep that's how she left home" Tian replied giggling. Well I was certainly the center of attention now and so far no one seemed to be giving me any dirty looks. There were quite a few people there and it looked like we had been the last to arrive, which I found out later was Tian's plan. Introductions were made all around.There were 15 people total including myself and Tian. Dave and Cindy were the hosts and there were three other couples there either married or dating, two single guys and three girls, two single and one with a boyfriend who couldn't make it. I will give details as needed about the other guests. We moved into the backyard and I saw that the house was right on a lagoon with houses close on each side and a few across the narrow lagoon. There was a lot of boat and jet ski traffic as they passed either as they headed out to or back infrom the bay. There were a lot of horns tooting as boats passed and I was spotted sitting topless facing the water. Tian obviously directed me to that chair so I would be visible to anyone passing. We had arrived around4 p.m. and enjoyed a couple of drink Hors d'oeuvre's little food.There was a trailer off to the side of the yard, the side of the trailer was facing the yard. I asked about the trailer and Cindy said it belonged to a DJ who would be arriving shortly. They had been playing music from a radio since our arrival.It was almost 6:00 and I noticed the temperature had dropped a bit. I was just a little worried because the forecast was for below average temperatures. They were expecting lows in the fifties that night and then with the breeze and being right on the water it would certainly feel much cooler. I do like to venture out naked in cool or cold weather, snow, rain whatever. I just limit my time outside depending on the temperature. I even enjoy taking a naked walk in my backyard after a snowstorm and making naked snow angels. However here I had nothing but my skirt, Tian had brought nothing extra and I wouldn't even have my skirt later. I decided to get up and walk around a little as it was just a bit cool sitting there in the breeze. I asked for directions to the powder room and went in to pee and freshen myself up. I finished up and walked back out to the group feeling my skirt flip up from the breeze. "The breeze keeps blowing my skirt up" I said "I can fix that." Tian said with a sly grin. (continued in part 2) BBQ Adventure (Part 2) By Nikki She took my hand and led me over to a wooden picnic table and had me step up onto the bench and then the table. She called Cindy over and whispered something to her that sent Cindy off into the house. As I stood on the bench Tian grasped the hem of my skirt on either side and began to slowly pull it down. The elastic waistband was soon well below my hips and getting close to the top of my pussy. Once it got down a little more Tian let it go and it slid down to my bare feet. I stepped out of it and watched Tian take it off the table, holding it until Cindy returned, Tian had told Cindy to get scissors. Tian took the scissors and began cutting my skirt into little pieces as everyone watched in amazement. Now I was totally naked and had nothing with me or in the car. The only thing that concerned me at all was the weather but I figured if it got to be too cold I would go in the house to warm up. I noticed there was a new female that had arrived while I was being stripped of my skirt. She was introduced as Jesse the DJ. She was adorable, about 5'2", not much more than 110 pounds, a brunette with pink tips and rather large boobs for such a small girl. I later found out she was 25 years old, 34c-22-33 with hazel eyes and just 105 pounds. After everyone got over my being totally naked we sat around and chatted a bit more. I could feel it had gotten cooler and it was only about 6:30 p.m. I got up to walk down to the end of the yard near the lagoon and asked Tian to walk with me. "I think if we are going to play this game we need to get started, it's getting a bit chilly." I said quietly to Tian. "Sure Nikki I will ask who wants to play and we can start." "Good because it's going to get even cooler and I want to be done and cleaned up in case I need a towel to warm up." "No sweetie, you can't have a towel or anything else." Tian said quite sternly. " But it's going to be colder than I expected." I said realizing Tian was going to stand firm on her promise. "You told me that I am not to allow you any type of cover-up until we are back at your house, you made me promise and nothing will cause me to break it." Well I figured I would go in the house or something if it got unbearable, especially after the game. Tian had the markers in her purse and when we were back among the group she announced that she had devised a game to play. Everyone wanted to know what the game was, figuring it was one of the usual games people play, Truth or Dare, Charades or something like that then Tian began to explain the game and said everyone could choose to play or not. "This game is called decorate Nikki." Tian began having everyone's interest. These are the way the game is played. Those who participate will be divided into two equal teams. Each team will use non-permanent markers to decorate my naked body from head to toe, no area being off limits. They will each get one side of me from my forehead down to my toes. This will give each team one entire side of me front and back, head to toe. Jesse the DJ will be the judge and the winning team will get to clean me off afterwords with soapy water using only their hands. Now some of the girls may not care to participate and some of the attached men may want to but may be reluctant to do so. All in all ten people wanted to play the game, Cindy and Dave, our host and hostess wanted to play and of course Tian. The two single guys, Anthony and Vince, the two single girls, Kelly and Lisa, Sarah whose boyfriend was not there and a married couple Mark and Carol. The other couples did not want to play but they had no problem watching. Jesse the DJ went over and entered her trailer, then the front panels opened and I saw that it had a video screen on each panel, for Karaoke. The picnic table I would later stand on to give people access to my lower half was near the trailer so Jesse could stay inside there and judge. It was getting cooler and I was beginning to worry about when I got washed down. Maybe that could be done inside while I stood in the tub. "Ok everyone, we are ready to start. You have 20 minutes to decorate your side of Nikki and don't be shy, she certainly isn't." Tian said winking at me. "Jesse will decide the winners and remember there is no area of her body that's off limits." Tian said as she moved me near the table. "Should I lay down and let them do one side then flip over?" I asked. "No, stand up for now so you are in full view of the passing boats." So I stood there legs about shoulder width apart and Jesse said the time was starting. Suddenly I was being tickled by markers all over my front and back. There were people working on each side of my face and on my chest and boobs. I would feel a hand on me now and then as people worked on various parts of me. I guess about five minutes passed when I heard Jesse's voice come booming out of the speakers. "Do you like all those hands on your naked body, Nikki?" I realized that anyone nearby would be able to hear Jesse and that would certainly draw attention our way. "Nikki has a flower on her left tit" boomed from the speakers. After about ten minutes my body was covered from my hips to my face with flowers, words, and all kinds of designs. "Stand on the table Nikki" Tian said as she took my hand to steady me as I stepped up. Then they started working on my legs, feet and ass. I felt my ass cheeks being separated, they wanted to be sure they got everywhere. "Don't forget her pussy." came out of the speakers. I noticed there was a small traffic jam on the lagoon as boats were slowing down as they looked at me naked getting decorated. It seems Jesse doing a play by play had help to draw more attention my way. I had forgotten about the cool air and hadn't noticed the breeze had picked up since starting. I was so excited from all of the attention and the occasional hands on my body. Then I felt for the first time a marker on my pussy. I looked down and saw Tian working on one side and then Kelly moved in to start on the other side. Tian made sure she didn't miss a spot and Kelly followed suit. Now I knew that they had to be able to see I was wet or at least would notice the scent from my arousal. "Five minutes left, people." came from the speakers. I saw all the boats, guys with binoculars and I'm sure though I didn't see them there must have been a few camera's. There were houses right across the narrow lagoon and I saw people out in their yards I was loving this and was happy Sassy Susan suggested it and talked me into doing it. looking across also. Especially among all these strangers both at the party and on the boats. All the partygoers were strangers with the exception of Tian but I had thought this would be a safe place to step out of my ever increasing comfort zone and allow people to be hands on with me. Sassy is forever trying to help push my boundaries and for that I love her but she usually deals with submissives and that is something I'm not. Time was almost over and as I looked down I saw that I was decorated completely. Tian of course was the first one to go for my pussy and Lisa followed. Both of them even opening me up to make sure they didn't miss a spot. The whole scene was so arousing to an attention whore like me. I was naked in front of I don't know how many strangers, I had hands on various parts of my body, I was certainly the center of attention and Jesse doing the play by play over the speakers had certainly helped to draw attention my way. I had forgotten about the temperature I was so worked up from all the attention. "Times up, everyone put down the markers and step off to the side," Jesse's voice said through the large speakers. I began to get down off the table but was stopped by Jesse's voice. "Nikki, stay where you are, turn around slowly so everyone can see all sides." Jesse than began describing what she was seeing as I turned slowly. "I see a flower on the left tit and a star on the right. I see peace signs and the words attention whore." That had to be Tian because she was the only one that knew I called myself that. Jesse went on for five minutes as I made the slow turn describing all that was drawn and written on my body. I was still on a high as I was being examined by everyone within viewing distance. Jesse came down for a closer inspection and put her hands on me to move me around. I told her she may need to use her hands to check certain areas which brought a grin to her face. She spread my ass cheeks a little and saw I had some color from markers there as well. When she got around to my front I was sure I would explode if she touched my pussy. I felt something like an electric shock when her hands touched each side of my pussy and opened me up just enough to see I did indeed have coloring from the markers there. Tian had been especially thorough on her side and I was sure her team would be declared the winners. After Jesse made sure to touch me just about everywhere she was about ready to declare a winner. She said she needed to go into the trailer first and then she would announce the winning team. Once again I was told to stay put while we waited for Jesse to make the announcement. I heard the music starting, it was "Darling Nikki" by Prince a song I love for a number of reasons. As I stood on the picnic table naked, covered in marker I began to realize just how much the temperature had dropped. I noticed by the patio there was one of those big outdoor thermometers and it read 63 degrees (F) but being on the water and with a rather strong breeze it had to feel like the upper fifties. Now I do venture out naked in cool and cold weather but only for short periods. I had been outside completely naked for a couple of hours now and it was still relatively early. Finally the music was lowered and Jesse's voice could be heard through the speakers. "After close inspection I have to say that both teams did a great job but I have to say the winning team is Dave, Cindy, Lisa. Sarah and Vince. You five will have the pleasure of cleaning Nikki off." Tian was pissed, I could see it in her face. I knew she wanted to be on the winning team, she wanted a chance to have her hands on my body as she did at the Memorial Day BBQ where I first met her. The realization of what was going to happen next had not yet hit me. It was decided that first we should have a little to eat before the cleanup began. I was quite surprised I didn't feel the need to pee but I hadn't really had all that much to drink. I was definitely feeling the chill in the air. My nipples were rock hard and I had goose bumps all over my body. I had a burger and a beer along with everyone else, then it was time for the cleanup to begin. I was fine with it except I wasn't so keen on Vince being one of the winners. He just wasn't my type, he had a cockiness about him that you find in some Jersey guys. I had no problem with the others I wasn't sure if our host Dave would really get hands on with Cindy right there but they seemed to be cool and I expected if Cindy had any objections she would have said something when they selected the teams. BBQ Adventure (Conclusion) By Nikki  I was looking forward to having Cindy, Sarah and Kelly cleaning me off. Just so you have a mental picture of the ladies Cindy is about 30, 5'6" and about 120 pounds with a small but cute bust and blonde hair cut short and sassy. Kelly is 28, 5'5" and about 110 pounds maybe 34-23-34 with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. Sarah is about 28, 5'8" with more curves. She's about 130 pounds, 36-23-35 chestnut hair and brown eyes. All are very pretty but I was most interested in Kelly and of course cute petite Jesse who was not going to be participating in the cleanup. All the excitement thinking about all those hands on me was enough to sidetrack me clouded my thinking. I clearly didn't think this through which I soon realized.  Cindy and Tian had gone in to get a couple of containers filled with warm soapy water and a towel or two. They came out with two small buckets filled with warm water, one with soap and one without. I went over near the picnic table and they followed with the buckets. I stood there naked as they all got their hands wet with some soap suds and began working to get the marker ink off of my face and neck. Dave worked on my back from my neck down to just above my ass. Both Dave and Cindy seemed to be staying away from my intimate area's and Vince was forced to my backside as Kelly and Sarah were working on my front which was fine by me. I really didn't want his hands on my boobs or pussy. I was wishing Jesse would join in the cleanup but she didn't. I did notice Tian was looking very unhappy watching them with their hands all over my naked body and her not able to join them.  There was a sponge which they got wet with soapy water and squeezed it out over my body, getting me good and wet. Then they washed me off with their hands. I was so excited having all the hands on me I had forgotten about the temperature dropping and the breeze that had picked up. When Kelly's hand got down near my inner thighs, just brushing my pussy I began to actually feel warm. This was all new to me, having hands, strangers hands on my naked body. I've had the occasional grab or smack on the ass at times when naked but never anything like this. I was going out of my comfort zone and I was going to be even further out soon.  I was so worked up especially when Kelly got some soap in her hands and began to wash the marker off my inner thighs and my mound. I really had to fight to keep myself from having an orgasm in front of everyone, I was so turned on at this point. It looked as though I was free of any marker but of course Tian had other ideas. She seemed to really enjoy playing the dominant role with me. I am far from being submissive and may relinquish a little control once in a while. I had done this with Tian and was going to realize it wasn't the smartest of moves. I can fully trust Jenna or Ed to take control and not put me in a very uncomfortable position. Thinking I could do that with Tian was my error and I can only blame myself for it.  Now it seemed as though I was all cleaned off and I had no more hands on me. I began to feel the cold as I stood there naked and wet. I looked over at the big outdoor thermometer once again and saw the temperature was down to 65 but feeling much colder with the strong breeze. I was beginning to look around to see where the towel was so I could dry off and maybe wrap another towel around me for a bit.  "Nikki, would you please sit on the picnic table with your feet on the bench." Tian seemed to be telling me not asking me.  "I'm getting a bit cold and want to dry off, if someone could give me a towel." I asked looking more at the others than Tian.  Cindy went to retrieve the towel she brought out but as she went to hand it to me Tian grabbed it and said it wasn't needed. I began to protest but soon shut my mouth.  "Nikki you gave me control for the day, didn't you?" Tian said with a seemingly wicked grin  "Yes Tian I did give you control." I said as I moved to sit on the table. I sat on the table, my feet on the bench with everyone facing me including those on the boats sitting in the lagoon not moving out to the bay or back to their docks. I'm not shy, I think everyone who knows me or reads my adventures knows that but I was sitting with my knees together.  "Please lay back Nikki, we need to be sure all of the marker has been cleaned off. Dave and Vince would you please each hold onto one of Nikki's ankles."  I then felt hands on both my ankles as I lay on my back on the table.  "Ok guys, pull her legs apart and lift them back towards the table." Tian said with a slight quiver in her voice.  I could tell she was loving this, having the power to expose me more than I have ever really been exposed before to strangers. Soon my legs were open wide and my knees pushed back toward my head leaving me wide open as if I were waiting for the gynecologist' s speculum. Despite the fact that I had more than a dozen people at the BBQ looking at me I had many more in boats and with binoculars across the lagoon. I was really excited now and I was sure that all this exposure was going to push me over the edge.  Then I felt two fingers lightly brushing against my wide open pussy and that was it. I couldn't fight it and I came right then and there in front of everyone. Before I could recover someone poured some soapy water on me from my chest down to my legs to be sure I was clean. Now I was wet in a different way again and as I came back to reality I realized it was damn chilly out and the breeze hadn't subsided at all. It was after 7:30 now and the temperature was still dropping. I regained my composure and asked for the towel that I had seen earlier.  "No towel, you are to remain naked until you get home." Tian said reminding me of what I had made her promise.  I had told her that once I was naked I was not to be allowed anything to wear until I got home. When I had her promise I hadn't checked the weather (dumb ass lol). Now I was wet, naked and had no chance of covering up. My body was covered in goose bumps. It was not yet 8:00 and I knew we were going to be there for a while yet. I hoped maybe 9:30 or so we would get going. We all went over to sit down and have a drink but I didn't last long, I was really feeling the cool air especially since I was air drying lol. I thought maybe I should get up and move around and Kelly offered to take a little walk with me. Tian glared at her and Jesse seemed disappointed. I was really feeling the cold and hoped to get close with Kelly for some much needed body heat. We walked around to the side of the house not visible from where everyone was sitting.  I really needed some warmth and that made me a bit more aggressive than I would be otherwise. I took Kelly's hand and pulled her toward me then I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body close to mine. I enjoyed the warmth of her body then leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. Her hands began to roam over my naked back and ass, as we kissed. I wanted to just stay there wrapped in her arms but after a few minutes I knew we needed to get back before Tian would come looking for me. I held on to Kelly as long as I could and really just wanted to get her naked and laying down on the ground with me, cuddling and kissing but that would have to come later in the evening or another time when the very possessive Tian was not around. We reluctantly stopped kissing and holding hands we walked back to the others. The wind was no longer blocked by the house and I began to feel cold right away, as we walked back to others.  "Nikki, let me get you something to put on for a little while." Cindy said obviously concerned about me in the unseasonably cool air.  "She doesn't need anything, she likes going out in the cold naked." Tian chimed in before I had a chance to say anything.  I was thinking how proud Sassy Susan would be of this bitch lol  "She made me promise I wouldn't allow her any type of cover-up until she was back home and I will keep that promise no matter how hard it is to keep." Tian said with an evil little laugh  I sat down in hopes of blocking the wind but it didn't help much, so I needed to do something else. I waited about fifteen minutes and saw that now it was nearly 8:30 in the evening and the sun was setting. The wind had not subsided at all and the temperature continued to drop. Looking at the big thermometer I saw it was at 60 f but with the wind it felt much colder. I tried to just block out the cold like I do when I go out naked in the snow. Usually though I am only out for maybe ten minutes, I had been completely naked for almost two and a half hours now and wasn't sure when the night would end. I did my best to enjoy the attention and forget about the wind, and cold but it wasn't going well. I needed some more warmth and got an idea. I said I wanted to go take another walk and asked Tian to go with me this time, once again disappointment showed in Jesse's face.  I was really attracted to Jesse, but I was hoping despite my orders to Tian to make sure I remained naked that I would be able to convince her to let me put something on for a little while anyway. It was my own damn fault I was in this situation, I have weather bug on my computer now lol. Tian was wearing shorts and a pullover top with a bra and sandals. Tian was thrilled that I asked her to go for a walk and was on her feet right away. I stood, took her hand and we walked off to the spot I had been before, where the wind was not as strong and we were out of view from the others. I needed warmth fast so I wasted no time and quickly pulled Tian close to me and kissed her hard on the mouth. Tian kissed back and began running her hands over my cold naked body. Her hands weren't the warmest but it was better than nothing. I began to caress Tian's back running my hands up under her top and back down to the waistband of her shorts.  I was feeling warmer already and Tian's hands were warming me up in other ways also. Tian was obviously worked up also and I slipped one hand back under her top and unhooked her bra. I moved my hand around in front and up under her bra feeling her stiff nipple. I cupped her breast in my hand and felt the rock hard nipple on my palm. I pulled my hand down caressing her stomach then I began to raise the hem of her top to expose more of her belly. She didn't try and stop me, so I pushed her top up to just under her breasts without resistance. I moved my hand up and caressed both of her breasts under her bra and the kissed her hard once again. I grabbed hold of her top and moved it up above her breasts, pushing the bra up with it. Her nipples responded to the cold but she didn't move to stop me.  I broke our kiss and lifted her Tian's top an bra off and dropped hung it on the fence right near me. I moved right back in and kissed Tian again, I wanted to keep her occupied for a few minutes. We kissed and moved our hands over each others bodies, I reached down and opened the button on Tian's shorts and with little effort was able to push them down enough for them to fall to her ankles leaving her in a very small black lace thong. I had hoped to get her naked but we heard someone calling our names. Tian bent down and pulled her shorts up but while she did I grabbed her bra and top and began walking back to the group.  "Nikki, give me my clothes back please, I'm cold." Tian said with a shiver in her voice.  "Ah now you can imagine how I feel, being naked for so long."  "Let me cover up for a little while and I'll give you your bra and top back before we get back to the others."  "No way, you said you didn't want any way to cover up and I'm going to make sure you don't."  "Fine then you can stay topless." I said as I rounded the corner toward the others.  Tian followed her small but perfect boobs bouncing a bit as she walked toward the group. Tian is not shy and has no problem walking around topless, but because of the cool temperature she was very uncomfortable. She was obviously attracting some attention as she is a gorgeous Asian with almond shaped eyes, long blue-black hair, 5'3" and maybe 100 pounds with a 32c-22-34 figure.  No comments were made about the length of time we had been gone but someone did ask why Tian was now topless. I told them I wanted her to feel what it was like being naked or half naked in the breezy cool night air. After a few minutes Tian looked like she was going to cry and I can't be mean, I just don't have it in me. Reluctantly I tossed her bra and top back to her and decided I would get through this night without whining anymore. Tian hurriedly put her bra and top on and sat with a towel covering her legs for a bit. I sat back down determined to show I wasn't a whiny wimpy bitch and could handle any situation.  So as not to bore everyone I spent about an hour freezing as I sat and talked to everyone about my earlier adventures, which kept me a bit excited and helped to block out the cold. I love reliving my naked adventures and that is one reason I began to write them out and post them. Jesse the very sexy DJ had been busy setting up for karaoke, something I feared. How's that old saying go, `You couldn't carry a tune in a bucket" well describes me. So since I wanted to get some alone time with Jesse and it seemed she had wanted the same earlier, I got up and walked over to her DJ trailer and asked if she had time for a walk. I could see her face brighten or maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part. Either way she readily agreed to take a walk with me. This is the girl I have been eyeing all afternoon. I am 5'6" and although I find women taller or shorter than me attractive I seem to be drawn more to the cute petite ones that are 5'1" to 5'3" or so. Jesse was about 5'2" and petite with nice full breasts, the pink tips in her brunette hair was something else I really liked.  Now I know Tian and Kelly knew what was going to happen when Jesse and I moved to my favorite spot on the side of the house. Jesse was wearing t-shirt and cut off denim shorts with sandals. The shirt was stretched tight over her breasts and with her shorts riding low on her hips there was a few inches of bare skin between the top of her shorts and the bottom of her shirt. Very sexy in my eyes, and although I love to be naked I find little peeks of skin like on Jesse to be very hot. We reached the somewhat secluded area I had been to before.  "God you look so amazing naked." Jesse said looking up and smiling at me.  " Thank you sweetie, I think you are gorgeous and I was hoping to get alone with you but Tian is possessive."  `Are you two together as a couple?"  "No we aren't I just met her a few months ago, she's a bit too possessive for me." I said looking at the obvious smile on Jesse's face.  As I said I am usually not so forward with women but I was freezing but more so I really was attracted to this girl. I moved into her and she tilted her head up as I leaned down to kiss her. No tentative kissing now, it was hard and passionate with tongues entwined. Jesse was rubbing her hands all over my body and I was caressing her back and ass over her clothes. I moved my hands up under her shirt. I wanted to pull her shirt off but she stopped me.  "Not here not now, Nikki, I don't want to be interrupted when I'm with you." She said and I understood.  I gave up trying to remove her shirt and just enjoyed her hands on my body as we kissed. Her hands roamed down over my naked ass, she glided her hand over my breasts and nipples and lightly touched my labia, making my knees nearly buckle. Despite the cold, I was hot and felt like I needed to cool off. I pulled back taking her hand and I pulled her toward the front of the house away from the others. Soon we were in the front yard and near the street.  Jesse looked a bit nervous as she spoke, "Nikki, we better go back your naked and we're by the road, someone may come by us."  I didn't reply still holding her hand I moved toward the sidewalk and turned to walk up the road. Before long the house was out of sight, I was cold but happy as we walked through the neighborhood. An occasional car passed and honked but no one bothered us. I love seeing pictures of a naked female walking with a clothed male or better yet a clothed female, I think it is so hot and never fails to make me horny. We had walked quite a ways from the house and decided we should head back. We didn't rush, I blocked out the cold and enjoyed the walk.  Too soon we were back at the house and in the backyard. There was maybe another 30 minutes or so of light left and that meant that it would be cooler yet. Tian was the first to acknowledge our return and was definitely miffed.  "Well there you two are, I was beginning to think you ran off together." Tian said sarcastically.  "We went for a walk and didn't realize the time." I said still holding Jesse's hand.  "Well I can see you aren't complaining about the cold anymore, that's good because I have a surprise for you."  It was then I noticed a new guest, a guy in his 30's wearing board shorts and nothing else.  "This is Jake, he lives down the lagoon a little way from here, he arrived on his jet ski and agreed to take you for a ride." The evil bitch was smiling as she spoke.  "I can't go out on that thing, I'm naked and it's too cold." I tried to protest without whining.  "I promised Jake you would go with him, besides he will be in front of you so you'll be blocked from the wind."  Now if I hadn't had so many drinks I may have been thinking a bit clearer, as having been on jet skis before I know it is almost impossible to ride one and not get wet, unless the water is like glass and your only going a few knots. I knew Tian was never going to let up and so I stupidly agreed to go with him. I looked at the big thermometer once again and saw it was 62 but add in the wind and it probably felt like 55. I kissed Jesse, to piss Tian off and followed Jake to the dock and down the steps to the jet ski. Jake got on and held my hand as I climbed on behind him.  I was sure my nipples would bore into his back they were so hard from the cold. He started the jet ski and tossed the line onto the dock. We started off slowly which was fine with me. We were in a no wake zone and I hoped that's where we would stay. Well of course my hopes were dashed as we reached the end of the lagoon that opened into Barnegat Bay. Jake hit the throttle and off we went into the bay. Now because of the breeze the bay was choppy and there were white caps causing the jet ski to bounce and sending a spray of cold salt water over us much too often for me.  Yeah Jake will block the wind, bullshit bitch lol. Her day will come I will be sure of that, and you will all read about it. I know that Tian was the instigator behind this and surely told Jake to be sure and get me wet. I held on tight to Jake and felt like my nipples were slowly drilling into his back. Only when we hit a white cap and the jet ski jumped did my breasts pull away from Jake as I did everything to make sure I stayed on, although I was so wet that falling in wouldn't make much difference. Thankfully Jake began to feel for me and said we should get back in, not getting any argument from me. He did make sure to get as much water on me as possible before reaching the mouth of the lagoon and the no wake zone.  No I was soaking wet, even my hair was dripping and I knew there would be no towels or anything for me when we got back to Cindy and Dave's. As we approached the dock there was singing, Jesse had started the karaoke and the two guys were mauling "Thunder Road" one of my favorite Springsteen songs. Walking back up to the group the cold air and breeze really hit me.  "Any chance someone has a towel for me?" I asked knowing full well there would be no covering up for me.  I wasn't about to do any singing and publicly humiliate myself but I did ask Jesse to play a song for me and she would sing it. Since most karaoke DJ's have to get things started they almost always can carry a tune. Jesse was happy to oblige and played Springsteen' s "No Surrender" another absolute favorite of mine. This was my way of telling Tian I would not give in and I would last as long as needed until I was home again. I may end up with pneumonia but I will stand tough. Dancing was warming me up as drops of water flew from my hair and my boobs bounced as I danced naked in front of the DJ trailer.  After wearing myself out trying to keep warm, I needed to sit. It was now after 9 :00 p m and I had been fully naked for three hours with the temperature now at 60 and the breeze making it feel even cooler. Not much happened for the next hour or so, I sat and did my best to keep my teeth from chattering and thought it best not to look at the thermometer but I just couldn't keep from looking at it. When I looked the last time and saw that it was now 55 out and feeling more like 45 with the wind chill I was hoping Tian would be ready to leave soon. Thankfully some of the others began talking about leaving.  The thing that finally saved me was that it always seems everyone wants to see me leave naked. Checking for emergency clothing seems to also be a ritual anymore. I never bring any emergency clothing, I love the rush from knowing no matter what happens I have no way of hiding my nakedness. I had exchanged numbers with both Kelly and Jesse and we all talked about getting together. After hugs and thanks all around it was time for us to make our exit and the ritual began. Tian and I made the walk to her car with a group following us. She opened the trunk to show nothing in there then she opened the car and Vince looked inside, finally they were all convinced that I would indeed be naked all the way to my house.  I was looking forward to the warmth of the car and the heat after pulling away to head home. Tian however was going to milk this situation as much as possible. She would not put the heat on and made sure she put the windows down. So once again I was feeling the cold and now I realized I had not peed the entire day and was going to need to very soon. We were near route 9 and I was ready to run into a Wawa , Quick Chek or anywhere else to pee and get a little warmth. If we got on the Parkway I would have to either go into the bathroom at one of the more secluded rest stops that only had toilet facilities, go into one of the rest areas that has fuel and a big area with food and lots of people or go on the side of the road and pee. Tian wouldn't stop and soon we were on the Garden State Parkway, heading north.  I didn't want to go to the small area because they are not that clean and I was barefoot. I didn't see Tian giving me her sandals to wear so it was the big rest stop or the side of the road. Tian said if I needed to pee she would pull off onto the shoulder. At this point I didn't care where we stopped, as long as I got to empty my bladder. I just worried about a NJ State Trooper pulling up to check on why we were on the shoulder, they are great at being there for stranded motorists, but now I was hoping they were elsewhere. I wasn't about to go into the pine trees naked and barefoot, so I just squatted next to Tian's car to pee. I was just finishing when Tian moved forward about 20 feet or so leaving me squatting naked in the open. As soon as I was finished I made a mad dash toward her car hoping she would pull forward again, thankfully she didn't.  It was a cold ride home but we finally reached my house about 11:30 pm and I couldn't wait to warm up. Once inside I poured a shot of Jack Daniels and downed it. Then Tian had one with me as I finally began to warm up. I was so pissed at Tian but still after so much to arouse me all day and all of the drinks I was a horny bitch. I moved toward Tian, taking the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. I unhooked her bra and kissed each of her nipples before opening her shorts, so they fell to her ankles. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of her thong, pulling it down to meet her shorts. Tian lifted one foot than the other and I tossed her clothes over onto a chair. I led her into my bedroom and kissed her. We caressed each other for a few moments standing by the bed then Tian pushed me gently back onto the bed, my legs hanging over the side. She knelt before me, lifting my legs onto her shoulders and then I felt her warm breath on my labia.  When her tongue touched me I felt an electric charge run through me. I wasn't going to last long, I was going to cum fast and hard. Tian's tongue delved deep inside of my pussy driving me crazy. I tried to hold out wanting to prolong the feeling, but once her tongue hit my love button, I was done. I had an amazing orgasm as Tian never stopped working my pussy with her tongue. After I recovered I wanted to trade places but first we took a long hot shower together, soaping each others bodies and getting me warm once again. After we dried off I moved Tian to the bed, and soon had her begging for me not to stop as I worked my tongue all around, on and inside her pussy.  We both had a few orgasms that night and the next morning we each got off once again. No matter what happened when we arrived back at my house I still have every intention of giving Tian an experience she will never forget sometime in the future.  I want to thank all of you for all of the love and support you give me with special thanks to Tama, Sammy and Carly.  Wishing all a very happy, healthy and prosperous new year with many naked adventures.  Love to All Nikki

Becca Obeys by Ratios Part 3: Clothing malfunctions, public displays, and stress relief. "Thought so," Nicky announced, as if she had just won some silent argument, unfolding her arms and relaxing her posture. "It's nice to know that you do still have some limits and aren't willing to run around topless, B." When Nicky pulled off her cream colored shawl that she was wearing over her clothes and handed it to me, my lip quivered and I wanted to pick her up off the ground and give her the biggest hug ever. The shawl was not a shirt, and was obviously supposed to be worn over another top, but it covered most of my upper body when draped over my shoulders, and only left a small gap down the front of my body on display; no bare nipples or anything! With the shawl on, I suddenly found myself more covered than I had been at any point in the last couple of hours. Having donned Nicky's gifted clothing item, I ducked out from Big Mike's arms and gave her the great big bear hug she deserved, whispering, "Thank you," in her ear. Even without her shawl, Nicky still had on a T-shirt and jeans, so it wasn't as if she had stripped herself for my sake but, to a starving woman, a few crumbs could be more meaningful than gold. "You're welcome," she whispered back, reaching up to ruffle my hair. Stepping back, she looked me in the eye and said, "Sooner or later, we're going to have to sit down and hash out what it is that you really want, though." I'll let you know the second I find out myself, I wanted to say, but Sasha provided an answer of a different sort. "I think that figuring out what Becca wants, and how that changes based on how embarrassed, and thus how aroused she is, is the question we're trying to answer with our activities tonight and going forward. Every request we ask that she does or does not execute upon gives us, and her, a better idea of where those boundaries lie." It sounded sensical enough to my confused brain that I just nodded dumbly. Furrowing her brow, Nicky thought for a moment and then asked, "Sooo... What, we should all just push Becca around a bit til she hits the walls of her horniness, like just there when she was topless, and then back off a bit and try something else?" Looking up and swaying her head back and forth a bit, Sasha agreed, "I wouldn't have put it in quite those colorful terms but, essentially, yes." "And, Becca, you're cool with this?" All eyes on me, I felt compelled to respond and nodded stupidly. "Okaaaay... Sasha, you said 'our activities tonight and going forward'. Are you saying this is going to become the norm? Like, Study Group time is now also 'push Becca's boundaries until she's a throbbing wet mess' time, or something?" "Again, not quite the terminology I would use, but that is the general gist of it, yes." "And Becca, that's what you want?" My future was being decided by parties other than myself with barely a nod in my direction for performative approval. This was definitely what I was used to, though the stakes of the current direction were radically different than anything my parents had ever decided on my behalf. Feeling like I was unable to get off the train that was railroading me away from the land of logic and reason, I just nodded foolishly. Getting official buy-in from me as the group's new playtoy drew a smattering of applause from Monique and Deeta and a satisfied nod from Sasha. Throwing her hands up into the air, Nicky pronounced, "Fuck it. Why not? It will certainly make our study sessions less of a grind, that's for sure. Becca, babe, you might have some screws loose in that brain of yours but, if what you really want is to get shaken until we find out where they all are, then, I guess: get ready to get shook." Sounding majorly hangry, Deeta butted in. "What I really want is to eat at least one horse, possibly more. Are you all coming, or what?" One minute before, after Nicky first gave me the shawl, I had been feeling comparatively clothed and confident. Now, my focus was being pulled back towards the future, that place full of terrifying unknowns. Once again, I did my best to push those considerations off to the side in favor of focusing on putting one foot in front of another while I walked with the rest of the group down the street. Occasionally, the breeze would come through and play with the unsecured halves of the front of my borrowed shawl but, though nobody had expressly told me to do so, I didn't wrap it around me completely, allowing it instead to just hang around my neck and shoulders with a gap in the front. The fact that I was flashing tons of sideboob to the world at large, and that my lower lips were still parted like The Red Sea when Moses was fleeing the Egyptian hordes under my short skirt, both kept my inner fire stoked as we walked. Despite what felt like my massive level of exposure, people were passing us by barely even giving me second glances... Well, everyone was giving me second glances, but only a few people were outright staring. At least the conversation among the group had turned towards benign topics (meaning, not related to me or my partial nakedness in any way). Mostly covered and feeling somewhat comfortable and confident, I began to feel a return to a state of something close to normalcy. Perhaps I grew too comfortable for the newly awakened desires within myself. Without consciously deciding to do so, I found myself keeping my hands at my sides, not moving to adjust the shawl as it flapped lazily in the breeze or swished back and forth with my steps. As such, I knew I was living with the constant possibility that a strong gust of wind might come along and inadvertently expose something that I didn't want to be seen. My excuse for this behavior was that I had promised the group that I would not cover up, and that relying on the shawl too much to keep myself hidden was a form of cheating. Despite this, I couldn't deny that the constant risk of becoming suddenly uncovered was thrilling in both a good and bad way. Turns out, when you gamble, sometimes you lose, and sometimes that loss comes immediately. Channeled down the straight corridor formed by the storefronts on both sides of the street, a strong wind ripped down the way yanked the shawl off my body like a kite without a string. Borne into the air at first, it settled to whirl and dance away from me along the black asphalt of the street proper as I stared helplessly after it. "EEK!," I shrieked when my brain caught up with what was happening, and I sprinted off after it. So focused was I on my escaping item of clothing and I was barely looking for cars that might speed by and pancake me, much less giving any thought to potentially covering my jiggling breasts. Afterwards, I would note that not a single one of the other ladies followed to help me catch my errant garment, instead all choosing to pull out their phones and record my struggle for posterity while laughing and shouting after me with encouragement. The sight of a topless young woman in a miniskirt chasing a rag down the road drew a lot more attention to me than I had gotten with any of my previous activities, but none of that would hit me until later either, when I would remember the laughing, and the strangers taking photos, and the cars slamming on their brakes as I streaked by. In the moment, my tunnel vision turned out to be a blessing. Who knows if I would have caught the shawl if I had been hampered by trying to prevent my boobs from bouncing all over the place as I ran, or had slowed myself down by trying to shield myself away from the prying eyes of the surrounding public. As it was, I nabbed the escaped clothing item and returned to the waiting study group ladies, wheezing and out of breath, but triumphant. The shawl was once again draped over my shoulders, now tucked into my skirt for stability, and I felt every bit like a mighty hunter returning to her waiting tribe with enough food slung over her shoulders to feed them all through the long, cold winter. "Welp, your pre-dinner show was excellent, Bex," Deeta gushed, shoving her phone in my face. On the screen, I watched myself, topless and frantic, zig zagging around the street after the mischievous shawl, and the reality of my actions finally hit me. The adrenaline high I was on started fading almost immediately as I realized just how much I had shown, and to how many people I had shown it. The video lasted a good thirty seconds and, during that time, I saw at least ten people in the phone's limited view staring at me, laughing at me, photographing or filming me, or just committing the image of my bare, bouncing breasts to their memories forever. The aspect of the mighty hunter fled me completely, leaving behind only a glacial chasm filled with shame, and I felt my face get so hot that I was sure I was sure steam was going to start shooting out my ears and second as if I was in an old-timey cartoon. Grinding my thighs together to generate as much friction against my sopping wet crotch as I could, I turned and fast walked off down the street, leaving the other four giggling girls to follow in my wake. Brain turned off to avoid thinking about the situation, I mindlessly fled away from the scene of my embarrassment for what seemed like ages until I found myself at The Speedway Bar and Grill well ahead of the rest of the ladies. Nervous energy had me standing off to the side of the entryway, my bare right foot pumping up and down on the linoleum, as I fought not to chew my cuticles down to the bone. A hostess had asked me if she could help me when I arrived but I had just muttered something about waiting for friends and went to stand awkwardly in the corner of the entry area. From the looks she was giving me, I wondered if she believed me. Waiting for the rest of the group gave me a moment to take stock of my appearance and I made an attempt to see myself as the rest of the world might see me. The bottoms of my feet were blackened by an extended period of walking around, both in and outside, with no shoes or socks on. My reflection in the front window revealed that my hair looked like I had gotten into a fight with a lawnmower; my usually straight and organized locks hanging frazzled and wild with grass clippings mixed in. My back and the back of my absurdly short skirt had a few streaking grass stains on them, and it was obvious that the skirt was meant to be longer, but that it had been purposefully shortened to where it barely covered the bottom of my butt. The top half of my body was covered only by a thin shawl, which left a large swath down the center of my chest and belly bare. A generous portion of the inner sides of my boobs as well as my whole stomach and naval were open to the air. The amount of skin that I was showing would have been more appropriate from a supermodel in a tawdry red carpet dress than from a nineteen year old college student standing in the lobby of some random local restaurant. The swell of my breasts was perfectly visible with the shawl tucked tightly down the front of my skirt, and my seemingly permanently stiff nipples were doing their best to poke their way outwards to reveal themselves to the world. During my power walk to the bar, the skirt had even ridden up more, and the bottom inch or so of my panties were clearly on display. Turning away from the hostess station, my face glowing red, I pulled my skirt down as far as it would go to cover myself. Curiously, when I did, a feeling came over me of... what? Disappointment? I wasn't quite sure how to interpret it in the context of the situation I found myself in. Out of some sense of duty to, I'm not sure who, I took the ends of the shawl tucked into my skirt's thickened waistband and moved them apart a bit further. I couldn't tell you why I did it, but it felt right on balance. Like, if I was going to adjust my skirt down to hide what it had revealed by creeping upwards, I should provide some commensurate level of exposure from somewhere else. Don't ask me why, but it made sense at the time. With the shawl as it now hung, I thought to myself that turning abruptly would end up causing at least a nip slip, if not a total pop-out, but I found myself accepting that fact as just part of my current lifestyle. This thought felt like it should be completely foreign to me, but sailed right through my mind as if nothing were strange about it at all. Standing there, feeling out of place, pulling blades of grass from my hair, just to let them fall to the floor of the bar, I wondered what the staff thought of me. From the looks I was getting, I would bet that they pegged me as a homeless person, or at least a woman in need of some serious mental health assistance. It wasn't clear to me that the second possibility wasn't at least partially accurate. After their initial inquiry as to my needs, none of them came anywhere near me and I'm sure each was hoping not to draw the short straw that would require them to eventually ask me to leave when my promised party inevitably failed to arrive. Much to the surprise of the staff, though, the rest of the study group ladies were only a few minutes behind me. "There you are, Speed Racer," Monique commented when she finally came through the door and spotted me. "We were all wondering if we were going to find you here. Deets bet that you went to find the closest bathroom so that you could flick your bean before rejoining the party." "It's what I would have done," Deeta chimed in with a wink. The look the hostess gave me when she heard this exchange will be preserved as a flashbulb traumatic memory in my mind until the day I die. Furthermore, the idea that flashing my breasts to an entire street full of people while I made an idiot of myself chasing a shawl down the street had somehow turned me on so much that I needed to immediately run away and masturbate to clear my head was both exceedingly offensive and disturbingly close to accurate. Upset as I was at the hostess having heard the accusation, as well as the implication behind it, I couldn't say whether I was more upset that Deeta had assumed that the purpose of my hasty exit was to go jill off, or the fact that the only reason it hadn't been was that I hadn't thought of it first. "Let's just get seated," I mumbled, hoping to change the subject. Nicky asked the hostess for a table for five and I did my best to hide at the back of the group, out of her view. I guess I was somehow hoping that she would forget I existed, despite having stood in front of her, acting overtly conspicuous, for the last several minutes, followed by being the target of Monique's bawdy statement about running off to touch myself. Peering past the group, the hostess made a point of looking down to my bare feet, then back up to my eyes, and then down to the big gap the shawl left on my front, and then back to my face again. "I can't put you all in the main room. Health regulations... you understand, right?" A collective groan from the group was our only response, and I immediately began to feel terrible for ruining the evening, but the hostess graciously threw us a lifeline. "Best I can do is the patio." We all professed our thanks and she grabbed a stack of menus before leading us out a door to the side of the building. The patio in question was a platform raised about three feet off of street level attached to the side of the bar with an iron railing around it. A dozen single-piece wooden park bench and picnic table combos were evenly distributed around the area, their large built-in umbrellas having already been closed and lowered due to the falling sun and rising winds. The hostess led us back to the table furthest from the door and told us that a member of the wait staff would be around to take our order before leaving. Picking the closest spot, I started to step over the bench to sit, but Monique grabbed my arm to stop me and led me to the spot in the back corner instead. Since the benches were perpendicular to the railing, this seat put me essentially facing along the line of the road, only three feet above it and one foot over. When I sat down, I was faced with a dilemma: leave my skirt under my butt or sit directly on the smooth bench. If I sat on my skirt, as soaked as my crotch and panties were, I was sure that I would end up leaving a giant wet spot on the skirt, and I didn't know if I could take walking back to Monique's place with an advertisement on my butt of how horny I was. If I sat directly on the bench, it would likely cause my already-miniaturized skirt to ride up, putting my butt, legs, and crotch on greater display to the rest of the patio and the adjacent sidewalk. Not wanting to stain my clothes, I finally elected to pull my skirt up in the back and sat with my wet panty covered butt directly on the seat; a decision which drew a snicker from several of the group. This also had the unexpected, yet positive, effect of cooling off an area of my body that had been raging with hormone fueled heat for hours, but that comfort was tempered by the mortifying idea of what kind of an imprint I might end up leaving on the wooden bench. It was best not to think about such things. Monique sat next to me, with Sasha next to her, Nicky on the other side, and then Deeta directly across from me. The rest of the ladies were talking about how funny it had been to see me running around in the street, chasing my windblown clothing, so I just buried my face in my menu and tried to think small thoughts. When Deeta stood up from the table and started bouncing her boobs under her clothes in an impression of what I had looked like, before collapsing back into her seat with laughter, I could only hope that none of the twenty or so other patrons sitting at patio tables could hear what our group was talking about, and that none of them took Deeta's ape-ish display as a reason to spend further time looking at, or under, our table "Tell me, Becca: did you enjoy it?," Nicky asked, reaching diagonally across the table to pull my menu down so that she could see my face. "You mean getting my top stolen by the wind?," I asked, as indignantly as I could muster (which wasn't very). "No, I meant studying for your math quiz, dork. 'Course I meant getting natured by nature." "It was horrifying," was my response. "So, 100% all bad? No Cardi B down below?," Deeta jumped in and asked. "Huh?," I asked, confused. "Cardi B?" With a snort, Monique clarified, "I think she's asking if flashing the world gave you a Wet Ass Pussy." Grinning, Deeta nodded to this and Monique smiled along. "What do you think, ladies? Should we find out by asking an expert," at which she pointed to my face, "or by examining the evidence?," which she emphasized by putting her hand on my thigh with her fingertips under my skirt. The touch on my bare thigh caused me to draw a sharp inhale of air through my nose and my core tightened up of its own accord. "Show me the evidence!," declared Deeta, gleefully, and Sasha nodded along amusedly. Nicky, at least, gave a glance around to see if anyone was looking our way, before answering. The sun had fully set and the patio was only lit by a few strings of Christmas style lights, so it wasn't super bright out, and the rest of the patrons on the patio seemed to be mainly concerned with their own meals and conversations. Seeing all this, Nicky grinned wide and concluded, "In the interest of good science, and pushing boundaries, I think Becca would agree that we need to go straight to the source for this answer." Outvoted without ever casting a ballot, I steeled myself for what had to come next as Monique pulled up the front of my skirt and tucked it into the top of the hem. This had the effect of essentially reducing the front half of the mini-skirt into a thick belt at waist level. Reaching between my legs and poking my thighs, I knew what she wanted, but resisted at first, hoping that raising my skirt might be the end of it. This only prompted her to poke me more insistently so, using my self-promise of enthusiastic compliance as an excuse, I gave in completely and allowed her to spread my legs, wider and wider, until my knees hit the bench on both sides. In technical terms, the angle of my spread was definitively obtuse, though 'obscene' might have been a better word for it. Once she had me spread to her satisfaction, she peeked into my lap and then, smirking, pulled out her phone and took a photo from above table level, with flash, of my crotch. Presenting the photo to each other lady at the table, Monique announced, "No worries, Bex is still obviously loving this. She is one Juicy Lucy." Thankfully, Monique sat her phone face down on the table when a tired looking waitress came out onto the patio and walked over to our table. Though there was a two inch thick slab of wood between her eyes and my spread legs, I still felt myself sweating into my scant clothes and hoping that she didn't come stand behind me specifically to take my order. "Welcome to Speedway, ladies, my name is Laurie. Can I get you started with any drinks or appetizers or do you need a few minutes to look at the menu?" After a bit of back and forth, it was decided that we were ready to order. Everyone told the waitress what they wanted to eat and then Deeta requested, "And can we get a pitcher of whatever IPA you have on draft for the table?" Laurie, who looked to be in her thirties, didn't bat an eye at the request. "Sure thing, can I see all of your IDs?" Deeta began reaching for her purse while the rest of us stared at her curiously before she paused and frowned. "Oh yeah, you have to be twenty one in this bloody country to get alcohol, don't you?" Nodding, Laurie confirmed this. I couldn't tell if she was joking or not, but Deeta stuck her hand out towards me and offered, "How about if our friend Rebecca over here flashes you her lovely breasts? Will you get us a pitcher then?" My heart paused mid beat as Laurie gave me a slow up and down accompanied by a raised eyebrow "Sure-," she replied, to which Deeta high fived Monique across the table, but then Laurie continued with a big smile, "-as long as you also all show me photo IDs proving you're over twenty one years of age." Sitting back down like a deflated balloon, Deeta muttered, "Mean..." In a teasing voice, Laurie asked, "Does that mean that I don't get to see Rebecca's lovely breasts then?" Five pairs of eyes turned to stare at me as I froze up like a deer watching the approach of the oncoming car that was going to crush it. Laughing, Laurie stepped back from the table with a, "Just kidding. Better luck next time. I'll go put your orders in and be back with some water," before heading back inside the bar. Through the entire exchange, my hands never stopped holding onto my menu with a death grip and, it wasn't until Laurie had disappeared from view that I realized I had been holding my breath. Apparently unaware or uncaring of the fragility of my mental state at the moment, the group settled in to discuss the differences in legal systems between the USA and the rest of the modern world, bemoaning our issues with healthcare, individual liberty, and our specific group's inability to get wasted on a Saturday night at uni. As the only person at the table not participating in the conversation, I was the first to notice the approach of the stranger from down at street level. A girl that looked a few years older than us came walking along the sidewalk, minding her own business, but did a textbook double as she passed by my nearly exposed private parts, presented conveniently at her eye level. Quickly burying my face in the menu still in my hands, I could only imagine the view she was getting from the street below. It wasn't until she addressed me from where she had come to stand next to the edge of the patio that the rest of the ladies took notice of her. "Holy hell, girl. You need a towel dry and a good fucking, maybe not in that order." Nicky jumped to her feet with a look of concern on her face at the comment and Sasha half rose as well but Deeta and Monique could see the woman from where they sat. Noticing that the passerby was laughing at her own comment, the rest of the study group began to giggle along as well, then proceeded to fall all over themselves joining her in laughter. Though I wanted to close my legs and cover up, I stoically kept myself positioned as I had been left, a voice in the back of my mind cooing, Good girl, without any of the rest of the ladies having to actually say it. I morosely wondered how long it would be until we were done eating and could leave. The passerby gathered herself together after a moment with a, "Whew," sound and then continued a bit more earnestly. "Seriously though, you really ought to be a bit more cautious with the way you're hanging 'all out'. Best you keep your legs together if you don't want to get hauled in for indecency. I'm not your momma, though, so you feel free to do what you want." Without asking, the woman turned around and pulled out her phone before taking a quick kissy face selfie next to my goodies and I just about lost it. My hands were gripping the plastic laminated menu so hard that, if I were stronger, I probably would have ripped it in half, and my butt cheeks were clenched so hard I was afraid they were going to snip the back of my wedgied undies like a pair of scissors. Then, the lady on the street walked away, giggling to herself while tapping on her phone, and I looked up to find the rest of the ladies at the table staring at me. "Becca... Do you realize that the woman who was just here took a selfie with your private parts?" Sasha asked. Did I realize... What a question. My mind's eye would show me almost nothing except for the view I imagined her phone camera would have captured of the lewd show I was putting on for the world at large. I knew I should want to hop over the railing and chase after her so I could beg her to delete the photo. After all, no sane woman should want a stranger to have a picture of her privates in their possession to do with what they would. It wasn't like I really wanted the woman to have an upskirt of me... It was just that I was too much of a doormat to demand that she not have it. In my head, I argued back and forth a bit and, per usual, 'roll over and play dead' won out as the strategy du jour. The lady wanted the picture of me, the lady took the picture of me, and I sat there and accepted my lot in life. Nothing more to it, no further discussion necessary. The knowledge that at least one stranger in the world had both seen my nearly naked privates AND had permanent evidence to prove the fact had me oozing down below. It's not like I could help myself with the reaction, right? I wondered if it were some sort of perverse coping mechanism that my mind and body had conspired (without my conscious input) to provide me with in order to reward me for being so... Cowardly? Weak? Spineless? I decided to call it 'selfless' for the sake of me not wanting to cry. All I knew was that the strongest reaction I could come up with to the knowledge that a stranger on the street had taken a picture of my cooch was to begin subtly grinding my crotch on the wooden bench surface beneath me, and even that action wasn't really all that voluntary. Surely I was leaving streaky trails of my arousal juices on the seat, but I just couldn't seem to bring myself to stop... or care for that matter. This internal dialogue about how I should react only lasted a few seconds and, with a decision having been made, I looked around at my friends again. Both Sasha and Nicky were still standing at the ready, seemingly poised and ready to go chase the lady with the vag shot down, and I realized that I needed to put their minds at ease. I don't know how much of what I ended up telling them was the truth versus how much I made up on the spot for the sake of conflict avoidance, but I picked a position and ran with it. Summoning as much confidence as I could to stop my voice from wavering, I told them, "It's fine. I don't mind. I'm the one with my legs spread; it's not like I can blame anybody for wanting to look or take a picture or whatever. My face was blocked by the menu anyway." Looking appropriately skeptical, Sasha asked for clarification. "That's a bit of a departure from what you told me on the walk here, Becca. I seem to recall you using the phrase 'really really embarrassing' in relation to the possibility of other people seeing images of you as 'on display' as you have been during the course of today's journey of self discovery that we're helping you out with. Should we take your new acceptance of such exposure as an indication that you enjoy that level of embarrassment, and even might want to explore it in greater detail?" Feeling trapped, I squirmed in my seat, grinding my clammy sex on the rough wooden bench while I felt like I was nailing my own coffin shut with my words. "Mm, yeah, I guess so," I ceded. This response caused Sasha to sit back into her seat looking upwards in thought. Monique's reaction was entirely different, however. Looking like Christmas had just come several months early, Monique picked up her phone again and pulled up her photo gallery, leaning over until we were shoulder to shoulder. "Awesome attitude, Bex. Throw it all out there and see what sticks like ready spaghetti. So, what should we post first and where?" Staring powerlessly back at her as she stared with such glee at me, I wondered what response I could possibly offer her with my foot stuck so far into my own mouth. "Um... I... Uh...," I stuttered, trying to think of a way to obey that didn't end up with my semi-nudes posted publicly on the internet. "I need to use the bathroom," announced Nicky, abruptly standing up from the table before looking my way. "Becca, you should come with me." Deeta also started to rise, adding, "Yeah, me too. I'll go w-," but she didn't finish her sentence before Nicky put a firm hand on her shoulder and shoved her back down into her seat. "You can go next, Deeta. Becca is coming with me this time." Looking from the hand clamped on her shoulder to Nicky's face, which was laser focused on me, Deeta gave a confused shrug and muttered, "Oooookay." Because of Monique's position next to me, I had to squeeze up against the railing to get out of my seat, but I rose and followed Nicky towards the inside of the restaurant. Looking back, I saw Monique watching us walk away as she whispered animatedly with Deeta across the table. Nothing was said as Nicky and I marched towards the neon Restrooms sign in the back of the bar. There were four individual stalls and, eschewing the traditional Men/Women signs, the bar had instead gone a more inclusive route and had painted each door with its own comical full-door pair of unique figures. The stall Nicky pulled me into had a deer on its hind legs with a mustache and tutu next to a robot with a monocle and high-heeled shoes. A small sign at eye level read: For Everybody, Just Wash Your Hooves/Hands/Claws When You're Done Whatever mirth that the restaurant had intended the paintings to inspire was lost on me as Nicky closed and locked the door behind us. For a few tense, silent seconds, she regarded me with a contemplative expression on her face. It looked as if she was psyching herself up. "Becca... Hun... I have a theory." There wasn't much floor in the tiny stall, but Nicky began to pace the width of it, only getting a few steps before she had to turn around. "I think that... How can I put this delicately? Heck with it. I think that the hornier you get... the stupider you get. No offense!" "Uhhh..." She seized on my hesitation. "See, right there! Being humiliated gets your engine going and then you'll pretty much do anything to keep on driving. Am I right? I mean, you were about to start uploading nudie pics of you to who knows where on the net. That's not reasonable, is it? Your thinking has gotta be impaired." That couldn't possibly be true... Could it? Sure, I had given away most of my clothing, and, sure, I was running around in public without a top on, and, sure, I had just flashed a crowd full of people and... Oh my God. Nicky was right. None of that was reasonable! Somehow, horniness had transformed me into some sort of a brainless... slut! If someone had told me twenty four, or even just four hours ago that I would be mostly naked at a restaurant flashing my labia at the phone cameras of strangers, I would have laughed in their face. Or, rather, I probably would have run away in fear; laughing in their face would probably require eye contact and I wasn't very good at that. But now, half of my thoughts over the last several hours had been how shameful my behavior had been, and the other half had been how turned on I was by what I was doing and how much I couldn't wait to go diddle myself back in my dorm room. Uhn... I almost couldn't wait. Snapping fingers in front of my face brought me abruptly out of my shameful contemplation. "See, this is what I'm talking about. You just tuned out for like ten seconds. Were you thinking about horny stuff?" Almost nothing but, I admitted to myself. "...maybe?," I admitted to Nicky. "Uh huh, 'maybe' like 'maybe' Jason Momoa is hot, or 'maybe' the Pope is Catholic, or 'maybe' Professor Shamal gives us too much homework, or 'maybe' -" "Okay, okay, I get it. Yes, I was thinking about...," I looked down at my hands and took a deep breath. Nicky was my oldest friend, and if I couldn't talk to her about this, then who could I talk to? Using the little nerve I had, I jumped off the cliff and admitted my thoughts. "I was thinking about how much being exposed this evening has turned me on and whether the fact that I really want to go touch myself every time I think about it makes me some kind of... some kind of... Slut," I said, applying the label to myself with the emphasis of all the shame I had felt over the entire evening. Her fierce hug caught me by surprise. "Oh, Becca...," she whispered as she squeezed me. After a second, I hugged her back. It was probably half a minute before we separated. "First of all: 'slut' is a label that other assholes might try to stick on you for a ton of different reasons to make you feel like crap, and all of those reasons are bullshit. You'll get called a slut just because you're a woman, and you'll get called a slut if you sleep with anyone, but you'll also get called a slut if you don't put out. You can ignore it, or you can embrace it, but never let that weapon of a word have power over you. If you think it's hot to think of yourself that way, then, by all means, proceed. BUT, if you want to beat yourself up with it on the world's behalf, then FUCK THAT. As women, there are billions of people in this world that would love nothing more than to keep us under their boot heels until the day that we die. Don't. Help. Them. Got it?" In awe of Nicky's sudden impassioned speech, I just gulped and nodded, feeling half ready to cry for a variety of reasons. "Good. Number two: I told you I wouldn't try to hold you back with whatever game you're playing with the group, but that doesn't mean I'm going to encourage you to set yourself on fire to get attention, either. I brought you in here and told you my theory for a reason; I think you've been winding yourself up tighter and tighter with all the flashing and teasing you've been doing today. It's fresh, it's new, and you're probably desperate for release right now and willing to do just about anything to get it. Am I right?" "Oh GOD yes!," I blurted. It wasn't intentional, and I had no idea I was going to say it until the words were already out, and by then there was no putting them back. After, I just looked at my hands sheepishly "Thought so. Well, you have privacy now. I suggest you use it to relieve yourself and turn back on that brain of yours." Skewed as my mind was at the time, it took me a couple of heartbeats to understand her meaning. The idea of masturbating in a restaurant bathroom both terrified and thrilled me, and the unexpected excitement I felt at the proposition scared me even more, but the tiny flame of hope for release that sparked to light within me was soon snuffed out after a quick look around at my surroundings. Though my body yearned for it, the grimy toilet seat stained with flecks of strange pee, the tiny overflowing wastebasket filled with used paper towels and snotty kleenexes, and the blackened grout between the off-white floor tiles did not constitute the building blocks of an environment in which my mind could let itself go easily, and so I froze up. My actions up until now had been a little slutty, sure, I thought to myself, but getting myself off in this kind of a place would be a step too far... Wouldn't it? "Um... I, uh, don't think-" I cleared my throat. "I think I'm good for now," I sputtered lamely. Nicky's gaze went to all the places that mine had just been, as if mentally reviewing the thought process that brought me to my refusal, and then she sighed, as if in resignation before pursing her lips and nodding to herself as if answering some unknown question that I wasn't privy to. Then, she reached out and gently grabbed my arm, leading me to stand by the sink facing the mirror there whose edges had been carved with the initials of a dozen drunken patrons past. "Look at yourself, Becca," she said, positioning herself right behind me. "You can see the desperation on your face. Look at your eyes." Of course I could see it. So could Nicky. Hell, half the world probably could. I could also feel Nicky's breasts pushing against my back, and her warm breath in my ear and on my neck... These things weren't easing my need at all. Nicky was whispering to me now, looking in my eyes in the mirror. "You need help, B. Let me help you. Can I help you?" Her right hand had wrapped around me to rest on the bare patch of skin left by the shawl, just below my belly button. I wanted to scream for her to stop. I wanted to beg for her to continue. More than anything, I wanted to explode! As Nicky's hand creeped lower, I froze again. I had to stop her, right? But then a little voice in the back of my brain whispered to me, All you need to do is nothing, and Nicky will take care of the rest. Just do what you usually do and give in. Just give in. I gave her the slightest of nods in the mirror, just barely a head tilt and back, but it was enough. The tenseness dropped from her face and her hand hastened on its journey. There was no talking now, just motion. My breath caught in my throat, my eyes held on to her gaze for dear life, as if she was the only thing anchoring me to the planet. When her fingers made their way past the hem of the skirt and immediately hit flesh again, I realized that the whole front was still tucked up into the waistband. The realization that I had walked through the restaurant to the bathrooms with my damp, wedgied underwear on full display should have hit me like a gut punch, but I had no mental bandwidth to process it now as Nicky's finger tips pushed inside the elastic band of my panties and pulled their material out of my crotch. I had to clench my teeth to keep from calling out. Finding my sloppy labia, Nicky's fingers ran up and down their length several times and I couldn't stop a moan from escaping directly from my throat out into the world. When her middle finger parted my lips and thrust slowly into my waiting hole, I completely lost it. Ten seconds of stimulation and I drenched her hand, my unicorn panties, my legs, and the floor beneath us in slippery liquid. The shaking of my entire body did not halt her determined finger from maintaining a manic rhythm pumping in and out of me and my sustained orgasm seemed to last a thousand times longer than the embarrassingly brief period of stimulation required to achieve it. For a number of blissful seconds, it felt like every muscle in my body had spasmed all at once, before it finally ended and I went entirely limp in an instant. My friend tried her best to hold me up, but my limp and heavy form slid through her arms to land me on my knees on the dirty bathroom floor, gasping and wheezing for breath. Now standing over me, Nicky was examining her soaked hand and the puddle on the floor under me with an odd mixture of marvel and disgust. "Holy hell... What a mess! You really were on a hair trigger, B!" How was I supposed to respond to that? I had no idea, so I just sat there, leaking. Above me, the sink turned on and Nicky spent several deliberate minutes soaping and scrubbing her hand, thoroughly cleaning herself off before pulling several paper towels from the dispenser. I just stared blankly up at her, feeling like I had just been run over by a semi truck full of dopamine. After finishing drying herself off, Nicky looked down at me for a moment looking slightly guilty. "This... this was okay, right? We're good?" "Yeah, we're good," I croaked for her sake, not having anywhere near the clarity of focus to make such a complicated determination. My reassurance seemed to take a major weight off her shoulders, however, and she breathed a literal sigh of relief when I gave it. Then, Nicky being Nicky, she went back into practical mode. "This was a one time thing, okay? You're like a sister to me and I would never..." She trailed off and then had to pause again and take a deep breath. "We're going to treat what just happened like it was a medical emergency and we're never gonna talk about it again, capisce? In the future, I highly advise you to find opportunities to take care of yourself occasionally to keep your pressure low so you don't get stupid horny." She had to grab my head and tilt it to the side to get me to look at her. "I'm going to go back to the table now. Are you good to clean yourself up?" I nodded dumbly up at her and she straightened her back and flicked a strand of hair out of her face. "Okay, good. Pull yourself together and I'll see you back there in a few?" Holding her hand out, she waited for me to grab it and then helped me get to my feet before once again catching my gaze. "Remember. This never happened. What never happened? Nothing, that's what." Then she was out the door and I was alone. Looking back at the mirror, the face I saw there looked somehow... changed from the one I had seen just a couple of moments before. The girl in the mirror was glowing. Soon after, however, reality began to set in and I began to think through what had just happened. My best friend, a woman I had known since I was tiny, a person for whom I had never had a single sexual thought in my entire life, had just fingered me off in the ladies restroom of a local bar. Inexplicably, I had even, in the heat of the moment, encouraged her to do it. At no point in Nicky and my entire relationship together had there ever been any indication that she was attracted to me, or into women at all for that matter, and I'm pretty sure that was still the case. Nicky was a pragmatic person, and giving me an orgasm had likely been as sexual of an act in this case as helping me change a tire or unclog a sink. She saw a friend in need and buckled down, rolled up her proverbial sleeves, did the dirty work, and then moved on with her life. Whether we ever spoke of the matter in the future, I had no idea whether I would ever be able to look her in the eyes again without remembering the last five minutes and I shuddered at the thought. Once I felt that my legs would hold me again, I stopped leaning on the sink and took inventory of myself. My panties were no longer just damp; now they were completely soaked to the point of transparency. Both of my legs had streaks, smears, and splatters of my greasy arousal juices sprayed down them and the floor beneath me looked like someone had spilled a glass of water on it. Cringing at the unsanitariness, I realized that it was even under my filthy feet and between my toes. My post orgasmic bliss was fading rapidly and the inevitable mental recriminations started closing in hot and fast, blame and humiliation pouring over me regarding the circumstances of my illicit orgasm. "Oh my god, you're such a dumb slut", I chastised myself and felt my pelvis clench at the thought. Grabbing a handful of paper towels, I started wiping up the slime wherever I found it, mentally kicking myself at the necessity of the task As I worked, however, I remembered what Nicky had said: Slut wasn't a bad word, and sluts weren't bad people. This was a novel concept to me and everything in my conservative upbringing railed against the idea, telling me that I should hate the way I was acting. But... If I was supposed to hate all of my recent behavior, then why in the hell did I feel So Damn Good? Taking Nicky's advice at face value, I decided that I probably shouldn't beat myself up over the idea that I might be acting in ways that I- no, scratch that -acting in ways that my parents wouldn't consider acceptable. Standing there, holding a sticky mess of soaked and dirty paper towels that were drenched in my squirt, coming down from my orgasmic high, I found myself wondering how I would go about internalizing that particular level of acceptance. Shoving the bundle down in the overflowing wastebasket, I buried the shameful evidence beneath a handful of other, more traditionally wetted paper products and then stood to wash my hands. While I did so, I examined myself in the mirror. My face was flushed, my nipples were doing their best to poke through the thin shawl around my shoulders, and the small restroom stall STANK of my feminine arousal. Orgasming had taken the edge off of my now constant horniness for a brief period, but guilt and embarrassment over the orgasm had sharpened it again. There were so many things about the situation that conflicted with how I thought my life should be right now, and it tore me up inside to admit to myself that I kind of liked... no... loved the way it made me feel. Shaking the remnants of the water off of my hands, I leaned on the sink and gave my reflection a hard stare and remembered Nicky's words: "If you think it's hot to think of yourself that way, then, by all means, proceed." "You're a slut," I whispered to myself experimentally, feeling a surge of shame and arousal to say it out loud. A renewed throbbing in my sex drove me onward. "You are a dumb slut," I repeated, more deliberately. "A dirty slut," I added. "You just seduced your straight friend and made her finger you in the bathroom. You're disgusting." My hips moved themselves forward almost of their own accord and, with the front of my skirt pulled up, my crotch found the edge of the sink. Burning with renewed need, I subconsciously began to hump the smooth porcelain. "You just want attention, don't you, slut? You took off and gave away all your clothes on purpose, didn't you? You must have wanted this. I must have wanted this." The exposed skin of my chest and neck were reddened, and I wasn't sure whether it was due to the humiliation caused by my self-taunting, or caused by the new wave of arousal that was coming over me. "I should be ashamed. I should want to be good. I shouldn't be able to wait for the night to end to get back to normal... And part of me does, but the rest of me knows the truth," I told myself, unsure of whether what I was saying had any grain of factualness to it. All I knew was that it was what I needed to hear at that moment. "I am a dumb slut. I have to be. There is no other explanation." Grinding harder on the edge of the sink, I started whimpering between words. "That's right. I'm not worthy of respect. I'm not worthy of redemption. I'm a dumb *hahn* filthy *hahn* SLUT!" And, just like that, I was cumming again. There was no squirting this time, just the sweet release of orgasm shadowed by a looming feeling of dread that something was broken inside of me. I hated what I was doing, but I loved doing it. I hated that I loved it, but that just made me love it even more. Peeling myself off the sink, I studiously avoided my own eyes in the mirror, now fearful of the stern look of judgment that I would surely find there. Instead, I got busy straightening myself out: running my hands through my hair to get the lingering grass out, washing my face and hands, brushing the dirt and grass off my limited clothing, patting my panties and crotch with a dozen paper towels until they stopped coming away spotted with moisture, and then thoroughly washing and drying every surface that I had dirtied with my presence. Eventually, once I couldn't come up with any other tasks that I could use as excuses to delay my ultimate exiting of my private sanctuary, I made a final set of adjustments to myself before I could think of one of the million reasons not to. Heart beating fast, I pulled the shawl wider to the sides of my chest, barely sparing an inch where it covered my nipples and providing a shameless amount of cleavage. After that, I pulled my panties taught against my slit with one hand and used the thumb and forefinger of the other to spread my lips wide around the gathered fabric. With the front of my skirt still flipped up and tucked, I'm sure I was giving the world one hell of a show, but I kept my eyes straight ahead to avoid my brain having to visually acknowledge that fact. Given a thousand years, I'm not sure I could explain why I did these things; my animal brain just told me that this was how I was supposed to be. Now physically prepared to face the world, I hoped I could find a mental equivalency of that preparedness somewhere and forced myself to open the door of the bathroom, striding out with as much counterfeit confidence as I could summon. After all, it was either that or lock myself in the tiny room so I could sit on the toilet and cry for the rest of the night. I still couldn't tell you if I made the right choice.

Beach Vacay byTexRiffraff© Teen girls discover the thrill of being nude in public We're almost there, at last. Our annual beach vacay. I'm Caitlin Reilly. If you assume from my name that my grandparents are all first-generation Irish-American, and that I have red hair, green eyes, and five hundred freckles, you're right. Except it's probably more like a thousand freckles. I turned eighteen last May. That makes me a Taurus. If you assume from that that I'm stubborn, adventurous, and competitive, you're right. Except I hate the word "stubborn." "Focused," "tenacious," those are better words. I'm an only child. If you assume from that that I'm spoiled, bossy, maladjusted, or lonely, you're wrong. I'm naturally outgoing, and I was raised to be fair to everyone: friendly, supportive and reliable to people my own age, and respectful to my elders. I know, those are old-fashioned values, but they work quite well for me, even in today's irreverent world.  Every summer, my family spends a week at the beach. Always in mid-July, and always with the Wilsons, the Coopers, and the Andersons.  Outwardly, our families have nothing in common. We live in different states. The adults all work in different fields. The bond is, the older generation went to college together, all eight of them. Whatever connection they made there, it's a strong one. They share one other major thing: each couple produced an only child, a daughter. All of us were born within a few months of each other. We've been vacationing together since I was four, in various combinations. I've become quite close with the other girls: Alyssa, Danielle, and Jessica. Like our parents, we're quite diverse in our interests, seemingly without much in common. But also like our parents, there's chemistry at work there, and we have a great time when we're together. For the last ten years it's been all four families, with only a few exceptions. One year, Mr. Anderson's mother died the day before we were due to travel. Another time, the Wilsons all had a summer flu bug. Last year, we were the ones that didn't make it -- my mom had an emergency appendectomy on the day before we were due to leave. (She made it through fine.) So I haven't seen my friends for two years, and this particular two years has been quite dramatic.  When we got back home two years ago, my mom noticed I was kind of down. I thought I was hiding it, and I was determined not to talk about it, but she finally drew me out. "Mom, surely you noticed that Alyssa, Danielle, and Jessica have all become curvy, and developed breasts. Look at me: I'm just a bean pole. I have no hips, and no tits. I'll never catch up to them." I told you: I'm a Taurus -- intense, competitive. "Cait, when's your birthday?" "May, mom, do you really not remember?" "When's Alyssa's?" "September." "And Danielle's?" "December." "And Jessica's?" "October. What's your point?" "You tell me, what do you think my point is?" I rolled my eyes and sighed. "They're seven or eight months older than I am, so of course they're more developed." "Good. Did I ever tell you about when I was a teenager?" "Only about a jillion times, mom." "What do you remember me telling you about when I was a teenager?" "You were what they call a 'late bloomer.'" "So, do you think your dad liked me and married me even though I never developed?" "No, mom, you eventually developed, and dad liked you because you DID develop." "He NOTICED me because I did develop. He liked me and married me because..." "Because you're a good person. I get it mom. Lesson over." "Not so fast. What do you get?" "My friends are half a year older than me, and I'm probably a late bloomer. (sigh) I'll catch up." : : : : : That was two years ago. I don't know if I've caught up or not, but I've certainly developed a figure. I don't like talking about it, it sounds like bragging, but let's just say that I did grow hips -- my boyfriend calls them my "wonder buns" when no adults are around. And I did get breasts, 34Cs to be exact. I guess that's good... my boyfriend doesn't have any cute sayings or nicknames for them because it's clear that when he even just thinks about them, his mind comes to a complete halt.  Anyway, the point is, my little inferiority complex is long gone. Whether or not I've "caught up," I can't wait to see my friends.  : : : : : Sunday morning. We took off in the car obscenely early, before dawn, and arrived at the beach a little past noon. As usual, we were the last ones to arrive -- we live the farthest away. We parked, and entered the hotel to check in. Alyssa, Danielle, and Jessica must have seen us pull up, because as soon as I walked through the door into the lobby, they ambushed me. There was much hugging, jumping in place, squealing, and general happiness. I noticed several of our moms and dads looking over, with warm smiles on their faces. Apparently, there was no agenda for Sunday afternoon, other than get some lunch and get settled. The parents all wanted us all to go out to lunch together, but the girls already had other plans -- they got the folks to leave us some money, so we could eat at the little poolside grill. "Don't go in the water for an hour after you eat," our moms said, and we all groaned and pointed out that that little bit of folklore has been discredited for decades. By the time we had eaten, the parents were back, for a minute. They had seen a sign for a local art fest they thought looked interesting. One thing we had all learned many years ago, our parents' taste in art is the polar opposite of ours, so they didn't expect us to go with them. After making sure we'd be OK, they set out, saying they'd be back for dinner, but probably after 6. We stowed the trash from lunch. The beach was only about a ten minute walk from the hotel, but we decided that for today, being near the hotel and its concessions was better than packing a cooler and lugging it to the beach, so we commandeered four of the lounge chairs around the pool. I have to say, as proud as I was over how I'd blossomed, my friends looked fabulous. I'm talking swimsuit-model-caliber gorgeous. They, however, only wanted to talk about me and how great they thought I looked. They demanded to know all about how the boys back home were handling it, and particularly how dad was handling it. Speaking of dad, he was NOT happy with the bikini I was wearing, but I held my ground and insisted that it was what girls wore now, and that it was perfectly in line with what my friends would be wearing. I was right -- their bikinis were as revealing as mine, leaving very little to the imagination. I could tell that the guys lying out near us appreciated our choices in swimwear -- it was all they could do to keep their eyeballs contained in their heads. We pulled our deck chairs into a small circle, and leaned forward, in order to have our conversation as private as possible from the nearby boys, as well as the two college-age guys working the grill. "So, Cait, seriously, I think you ended up with the best boobs of all of us," Dani said. That worried me; whenever she gives a compliment like that, she's up to something. I didn't have to wonder long.  I shouldn't have let Aly and Jessi out of my sight -- they can be so willing to co-conspire. Before I knew it, their hands were on my back, untying the knots holding my bikini top on, and they whipped it off my chest, leaving my tits fully exposed.  Time came to a complete stop. My brain just froze. My breasts, my pure, innocent, delicate breasts, were out in the open, on full display, the sun shining on them, the breeze blowing across them, the poolside guys all looking at them.  By the time I lunged at Aly to get my top back, she had already tossed it to Jessi. Dani was laughing so hard it looked like she couldn't breathe. I charged at Jessi, who ran a zig-zag path between the deck chairs. After a couple of figure-eights through the furniture, I remembered that there were guys watching, and covered myself with my hands, my face (and my pussy) glowing in response to the show I realized I had given them. Remember the part about being a Taurus, being competitive? I lunged at Jessi, to get my top back, but it was a fake-out -- what I was really doing was getting around to Dani's back. I pulled both the knots of her top loose, and snatched it off of her. She lunged at me, but I evaded her, and tied her top on in place of mine. That left her tits out, and she went to work trying to snag my top from Aly and Jessi.  Jessi tossed the loose top to Aly, and Dani chased after her, forgetting, like I did, to cover herself as she ran. The guys, needless to say, had huge grins on their faces. Jessi was right in front of me, watching Dani chase Aly, which meant she wasn't watching me. I untied her top and pulled it away before she could react.  Aly ran past me, followed closely by Dani, her boobs bouncing obscenely. I tossed Jessi's top to Dani, and she gratefully stopped and put it on. Now, to recap, Jessica was topless, I had on Danielle's top, Dani had on Jessi's top, and Alyssa, the only one who had not been exposed, was still holding my top.  Jessi covered her chest with one arm, and held her other hand out to Aly, who dangled the top just slightly out of reach. Jessi reached a little farther, and Aly took a half step back. Jessi reached a little farther still, and Aly took a full step back, bumping into Dani, who untied Aly's top and pulled it off, while I grabbed the top that was originally mine. Dani tossed Aly's top to Jessi, who gratefully put it on. The three of us tossed my top amongst ourselves, letting Aly chase it. The next time I had it, I pantomimed tossing it to Dani, who pretend-tossed it to Jessi. Aly followed the motion of the gestures, and by the time she realized that the top wasn't actually flying from person to person, I had hidden it under the cushion of one of the chairs.  Aly continued rushing from one of us to the next, still trying to figure out who had the fourth top. She became aware that she was also forgetting to cover up as she ran, mainly because the guys were cheering. She stood still for a second, covered herself, stuck out her tongue, and shot them the bird. They hooted and hollered even more. She finally gave up on finding the top, and gave up on covering herself, and came and sat with us, letting her breasts hang out, in full view. She actually sat on the cushion hiding the top. I took pity on her, and said, "You're getting really warm." "I know exactly where it is, I saw you put it here. That's why I'm sitting on it," she said. "I just feel really HOT, sitting here with my tits out, while ALL the guys are looking at ME." We glanced at them, and she was right, they were. Jessi said, "Well, you should cover up, we don't want to get kicked out of the pool area." Dani and I agreed, so Aly retrieved my top and tied it on. Jessi added, "But this is fun," pulling the cups of her top aside to reveal her nipples. The guys cheered. "So, what are we gonna do about that?" I asked.  Dani glanced at the pool clock and said, "I have an idea. We'll have to watch the time -- we want to be sure that we're 'back to normal' by the time the folks get back..." We all leaned forward for privacy, to find out what Dani had in mind. She asked, "Did we all think that was hot?" We all nodded, some a little more shyly than others. "I know I did," she continued. "I'm not completely ready to 'put them away.' But, realistically, the hotel will shut us down, and maybe even evict us, if we try to lie here topless. So let's make it a game. One of us at a time will take her top off for five minutes, then put it back on. We'll wait five minutes, then the next one will take hers off for five minutes. And so on, around the circle." I could see that Aly and Jessi were stressing, and to be honest, I was, too. "That's going to be pretty intense. I mean, having your top yanked off, that's one thing. But intentionally taking it off, that's completely different." Dani didn't seem to be aware that as she sat there, she was rapidly rubbing her knees together. "I know, that's the best part." Aly and Jessi weren't saying anything, so I took a deep breath and said, "Let's do it. Who's going first?" We all looked at Dani. "No problem," she said. We rearranged our loungers, so that we all faced away from the hotel office windows. Dani leaned back and arranged herself on the chair as if she was settling in for some sun. We all did the same, while at the same time watching her, as well as checking out the guys, who sensed that the show was over. Jessi got her smartphone out and fiddled with it a bit, as if she were sending a text or a Tweet. "Five minute timer," she said. When we were all settled, Dani reached back, as cool as the other side of the pillow, and untied her top, laying it on the pool deck beside her. She reclined, pulled her sunglasses into place, and shut her eyes, as if everything were normal. It was surreal, looking at her lying there, wearing nothing but a very tiny bikini bottom. Several of the guys were still ogling her, even though one topless girl, lying still, was rather tame compared to several of us chasing each other around, tits a-floppin'. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I envied her -- not being topless, I would get my turn before long, but appearing so calm, so peaceful, so comfortable. My heart was racing in anticipation, even though it wasn't even my turn yet; yet there she was, lying there half-naked, so serene. Then Jessi's phone made a barely audible 'ding,' and Dani's five minutes were up. We 'rested' for five minutes, and my metabolism sped up to warp speed in anticipation of what I was about to do. When the timer dinged, without asking who wanted to be next, I leaned forward, reached behind my back, overruling all sorts of negative internal dialog, and untied. I only undid the bottom knot, and lifted the top over my head with the neck still tied -- it would be easier to put back on. I laid back on my chair, letting the sun wash over me, feeling the sea breeze caress my skin. It was a completely different feeling than having my top pulled off. That had been exciting, in a frantic way; this was, it was, it was calmly exciting... it was excitingly calm... it's hard to explain. Actually, except for the newness of it, it was no big deal. I mean, I definitely felt an exhilarating buzz, because it was impossible to forget that for my entire life it had been such an intense taboo. Overlooking that, however, it was very natural and easy. Through the enjoyment I was feeling, in the back of my mind I was aware that this was a rare moment, and there would be few opportunities in life to repeat this. As nervous as I had been, my five minutes flew by, and when the timer dinged, I hated putting my top back on. We took our five minute rest, and then Aly took her top off. I watched her go through the entire cycle of emotions I had just experienced, from nervous anticipation, to calm excitement, to serene enjoyment.  At one point she glanced around, and when she caught my eyes on her, mouthed "What?" at me. I shrugged and whispered, "I just wish it was my turn." She grinned, lay back in her chair, whispering back, "Soon enough, Cait. I'm not giving up a SECOND of this." When her five minutes were up, I saw the same disappointment cross her face that I had felt. I watched Jessi go through the same cycle of emotions -- fear, acceptance, pleasure, regret that it was over. I'm not that good at doing math in my head, but I spent some of the time, while I waited for my turn to roll around again, calculating how many turns I'd get before the parents were due back. My second turn was quite different than the first. I barely got nervous this time, and because of that, I was able to enjoy it in a very different way. That "calmly exciting" glow was there from the start, or at least after a brief adrenaline rush from taking my top off. I felt completely free -- both in an exhilarating way from facing a deep inhibition and overcoming it, and in a serene way from experiencing something very special, that not everybody gets to do. As the afternoon passed, two or three times an older man from the hotel office, wearing a suit and tie, came out and stared at us. Fortunately, every time he did, it was during our five minute "rest" period where we all had our tops on. We'd kind of glare back at him, trying to make him feel like a pathetic old lecher, and he'd slink back into the office. I said, "Those five minute gaps were a great idea, Dani." We each had taken several turns, and Danielle was reaching behind her to take her top off again, when Ally hissed, "Dani, wait, look at the time!" It was after 6. She retied the knot she had undone, right as our folks came around the corner, back from the art show. "Hey, girls," they all said. "You have a fun afternoon?" You have no idea, mom, dad, no idea. We gathered our stuff and headed to our rooms, to shower and get ready for dinner. The one thing we didn't do was get our correct tops back on. I'm pretty sure my mom noticed, but she didn't say anything, and the girls told me later that no one said anything to them, either. : : : : : That was Sunday. With all the activities the adults had planned, it was Wednesday before we had another moment to ourselves. After breakfast, I headed back to the room with the parents, got my bikini on, and told them I was meeting the girls at the pool. Dad woofed about my bikini some more, but didn't make me change it, I guess he accepted that ship had sailed. When I got out, only Dani was already there. I laid my towel out over the lounger next to her. "Hey," she said. "Hey," I responded. "So, that was fun the other day, giving the guys a show." She sounded sort of tentative, like she was gauging my reaction. "Yeah, it was." She paused for a minute. "I mean, I REALLY liked being topless." "Yeah, I did, too. I've never done anything like that before." "Did you like it enough to do it again?" "Right now?" I couldn't imagine what she was thinking. What I could imagine was, if my dad happened to come out and see me topless in public, he'd have a cow, and probably ground me until I turn 30. Dani gave me that "duh" look that all teenagers have, and said, "The parents are all going out to some nature center this afternoon, I think we can beg off and have the afternoon to ourselves again." "Cool, but, at some point we're going to get in trouble for breaking the pool rules here at the hotel." "I'm not thinking of the pool." "Well, the beach is posted 'No Nudity,' and I'm pretty sure that includes topless." "I'm not thinking of the regular beach." She paused. "I'm sure one of us can get the folks to leave us the keys to a car. There's a 'clothing optional' beach about a 15 minute drive from here." "How do you know that?" She gave me the "duh" look again. "I've got my tablet here, with wi-fi. I went on-line and looked up 'nude beaches.'" Now it was my turn to pause. "So you want to go there, and lay out topless?" She smiled a little Mona Lisa smile. "For starters..." It took a moment for that to sink in. "You'd go bottomless? You'd get completely naked?" "Well," and she glanced from side to side, as if checking to see if anybody was listening, "you thought it was exciting letting your boobs out, right?" I nodded. She was practically whispering now. "Think how much more exciting it would be, letting your kitty out!" Actually, my kitty was already getting pretty excited. Before I could answer, Aly and Jessi showed up.  I guess Dani had been practicing her speech -- she led them through exactly the same script. "So, that was fun the other day, giving the guys a show..." She was very persuasive, and we all agreed. My mind, my tummy, and my pussy were doing little flip-flops: after lunch, we were going to go to a nude beach... : : : : : We all wore t-shirts and shorts over our bikinis for the short drive over to the beach, except me. I wore a small tank top, really a boy's undershirt, the ribbed stretchy kind, instead of a t-shirt. Once we parked, we left our shirts and shorts in the car, except I untied my top and pulled it out from under the shirt, leaving a tankini, with several inches of tummy showing between my bikini bottom and the tank top. The shirt was so tight, I was almost already topless, and I felt a surge of energy from that. Of course that made my nipples stand up, which was obvious through the shirt. Actually, you could clearly see the outline of my areolae as well. We bravely marched past the big signs on either side of the path saying "Warning: Nudity Ahead" and "Clothing Optional Beyond This Point." I was surprised by how crowded it was, and how diverse, too. Young people, old people, slender people, chubby people, attractive people, ugly people. All sorts of hair and skin colors. Some with tan lines, some tan all over. ALL over...  Dani found a fairly open space amongst the humanity, and started to lay her towel out, but Aly said, "Let's go further down," and she pointed left, "where it's less crowded." Dani looked at her quizzically, and she replied, "You aren't the only one with a tablet," and stuck out her tongue. So we walked up the beach for ten minutes or so, to where there was more open space. Dani said, "How's this?" and threw out her towel, not waiting for a reply. Aly and Jessi looked around at how few people there were, apparently approved, and began arranging their towels as well. I laid my towel out, but gave Dani a sharp look, which she caught.  What Aly and Jessi failed to notice was, yes there were fewer people here, but all of them were young and attractive, about three-quarters guys, and one-quarter girls, mostly college age. I started to mouth "You devil" at Dani, but she cut me off with a finger at her lips in the universal "shhhh" symbol. We were all still standing, and Dani undid her top with a flourish. I followed with my tank top. Aly and Jessi both had an attack of shy, pulling the knots loose on their backs, but holding the little triangles of fabric in front. Reluctantly, they let their tops come free, folded them, and stashed them.  Dani grinned and said "Showtime!" Aly and Jessi groaned. Dani bent over and lowered her bottoms, going a little slower than she had to, for effect. She stepped out of them, and held them over her head in that Olympics "stick the landing" pose. Sensing that this was going to be difficult for Ali and Jessi, she said, "See? It's easy!" The three of them looked at me, so I guessed I was next. Not believing what I was doing, I lowered my bottoms slowly, inch by inch, over my butt and down my thighs until the elastic no longer gripped, and let them fall to the sand. I lifted them with my foot, captured them with my hand, and set them with my shirt. I have to say, as exhilarating as it had been to have my breasts out in the sun, having my pussy and ass uncovered, free for viewing by anybody, the sun warming them, the breeze tickling them, was beyond incredible. I looked around, and practically every pair of male eyes on the beach was glued to me, so I slowly spun in a circle, sashaying a bit for emphasis. From the stunned looks on their faces, Aly and Jessi weren't having quite as easy of a time. Dani said, quietly so her voice wouldn't carry, "The longer you wait, the harder it'll be."  Jessi got it, and as quickly as she could, yanked her bottoms to the sand, and stepped out of them. She looked like she was going to pretzel her arms around her front to try to hide everything, but she caught herself. By now many of the guys nearest us had noticed there was a free show going on, and applauded. Although she turned bright red, she waved at them. I found it interesting that on a beach full of naked people, it was the ones in the process of taking off their clothes who got all the attention. That left Aly. I'd never seen her with such a panicked, deer-in-the-headlights look on her face. She began to pull her bottoms down, the tiniest little bit at a time, more in the back than at the front. When barely an inch of her butt-crack showed, she bent forward at the waist, and continued the painstaking process of exposing her butt. When her entire ass was uncovered, she froze. Completely. As in, unable to move. Visibly trembling, she said, "I'm not sure I can do this." Dani asked, "Want some help?" "NO!" Aly barked, then relented, "Yes. No. I mean, yes. Yes, YOU do it." She remained frozen, not moving a muscle. But when a couple of us reached for her bottoms, to pull them down for her, she said, "No, wait, I'll do it." She straightened up, and began to wiggle the front down, first pulling one side down a quarter inch, then the other. When they were down to where I was sure her pubes would start to show, it looked like she would freeze again, then as if resigned to her fate, sighed deeply, and continued. She barely lowered it another eighth of an inch, then another. It was odd, though, no racing stripe, no landing strip, no powder puff, no short and curly hair of any sort was emerging. Another quarter inch, and there was the top of her slit, completely shiny smooth on either side. She had shaved! "Girl, what have you done?" Dani asked, grinning wildly, then Aly lowered her bottoms to the sand in one continuous slow pull. She started to cover herself with her hands, but caught herself, and held her hands straight down at her sides. She crossed her legs, then caught herself again, repositioning her feet about a foot apart. Jessi and I both gestured at her to do a slow spin, letting us (and all the surrounding guys) see everything. The rest of us were staring at her as intently as all the guys. I had heard some of the girls at school talking about shaving, and waxing, and of course almost every girl has to do some "grooming" down there to keep hair from escaping her bikini bottoms. But I had never seen a live, shaved pussy before, and apparently neither had Dani or Jessi. "Whatever possessed you to do that, as shy as you are?" I asked. "I wasn't feeling shy when I did it. I'm feeling so shy now BECAUSE I did it. When I saw that all of you had hair, I just kind of freaked out." "I gotta do that," I said, "it looks AWESOME." Dani nodded in agreement. "Do you think so?" Aly asked in a tiny voice. "Abso-freakin-lutely, girl. Take a look around, EVERYONE is checking you out." Aly looked, and they were. She looked for a second like she was going to wilt and fold herself up to hide it, but she caught herself, and obviously decided to maximize the moment. She held her arms up and twirled again, this time without any prompting from us. "Fabulous," Dani said. Now that we were all NAKED (I just wanted to shout it out), we applied sun screen to our fronts and each other's backs, then just lay in the sun, taking it easy. We talked some, but mostly just enjoyed the sun and the breeze in silence. After about an hour, I felt like things had gotten somewhat lethargic, so I got everybody up, and led us across the sand, into the water. I took a very zig-zag path, walking us past most of the larger groups of people. It looked like every guy on the beach tracked our progress over the sand with their eyes. Going to the water added another level to the experience. The process of standing up, walking past people who were seated, and reaching the water, practically feeling their eyes checking out every part of my body, made me feel far more exposed than merely laying on a towel. Then there were the waves, splashing on my bare skin, tickling all the private parts that were out in the open. I never expected it to feel so free and exhilarating. When we got back to our spot, a group of college guys was waiting for us, wanting to chat us up. "Sorry, guys, out of time, we gotta go," Dani said. It was news to the rest of us... Still surrounded by the college guys, we got our suits back on, some of us (Dani and I) making a bit more of a show out of it than was absolutely necessary. We gathered our towels, and headed back down the beach toward the car. "I wasn't ready to go back yet," Aly said. Dani responded, "We're not going back, we're just moving. You didn't want to be held hostage by those frat rats, did you?" We walked for a few minutes, then as we neared the crowded part of the beach, Dani said, with her eyes sparkling, "What's been the best part of the day?" "I dunno..." "What are you getting at?" "Think, guys, what was the most intense moment?" Nobody responded. "Damn... I have to explain everything to you! It was undressing, getting naked, taking off our bikinis while everybody watched!" "Yeah, you're right." "Yeah, it was." "OK. That's why," and she paused for effect, "we're gonna do it again. At the crowded part of the beach." "I dunno, Dani." "I'm not sure..." I had heard enough. "I'M sure. Dani's right, that was the best moment of the afternoon, and who knows when you'll get another chance like this." Dani said, "I know when -- right now!" There we were -- in the middle of the beach, the most crowded part. She laid her towel out, and this time we all followed.  Dani said, "Let's take it up a notch. Instead of-" Jessi interrupted. "We're already taking it up a notch, all these people are around." Dani waited a second, to see if there was any more back talk, then she resumed, "Instead of each of us taking off our tops, and then we each take off our bottoms, let's go one at a time -- we each take off our top, then our bottoms, THEN it's the next person's turn." She glanced around the group, and nobody objected. "I went first last time-" I interrupted her. "Wait. Everybody sit." Aly looked confused, and Jessi said, "We're not gonna take our clothes off?" When we were all seated, I leaned in to the center of the group so I wouldn't have to speak as loud, and said, "Of course we're gonna take our clothes off, but let's make it hotter." Aly, who of course had the most to hide, said, "I don't wanna make it hotter, just getting naked in front of all these people is hot enough for me." Jessi said, "Then you don't have to do it. I wanna hear Cait's idea. If she says it's hot, I probably want to do it." They all turned their attention to me. "Alright, here's the plan. One by one, we stand, and like Dani said, take it ALL off." I looked at Aly. "You don't have to do much if you don't want to, but if you're feeling it, spice it up with some wiggles and shakes. When we're all naked, we'll vote on who made it the sexiest." "I don't wanna make it sexy, I just want to get it over with," Aly complained. Jessi snapped at her, "Quit whining, you already have to do less than anyone else to be voted sexiest, because you're shiny bald down there." Aly's face glowed bright red. Jessi took charge of the moment, saying, "C'mon, Aly, those two went first last time. Let's show 'em how to do it." I was really proud of Jessi. She stood right up, undid her top, taking time to fold it neatly and stash it with her towel, which prolonged her time standing. Then she calmly and casually slid her bottoms off, folding them, bending over at the waist and placing them with her top. She straightened up, and then seemed to remember that we were going to have a "sexiest" vote. She arched her back, sticking her boobs out, fluffed her hair, and looked out across the sea of people around us. She smiled at a couple of guys who were blatantly watching her, and sat, comfortably arranging herself. She looked all calm and collected; you'd have to know her really well to see how anxious she actually was. "Good job," I whispered to her. She grinned in appreciation. Aly jumped right up, raising her arms over her head and stretching, as if she were just waking up. She casually removed her top, then seemed to notice something on one of her boobs, bikini lint or stray grains of sand, scrutinizing it for a second before brushing it off. Now it was time for her bottoms. Obviously she had steeled herself for this moment, because she showed none of the stage fright she had earlier. She simply arched her back, and slowly slid them down to the sand.  She raised her arms up to the sky again, and stretched, bigger this time, an impressive simulation of nonchalance. She repositioned her feet almost as far apart as they would go, bent over, and touched her toes, stretching her lower body to go with the upper body stretch she'd already done. Just to make sure nobody missed anything, she straightened up, turned and faced the other way, repeating both stretches. This time I was behind her, and got a full visual tour of her shaved area, increasing my resolve that I wanted my pussy to look just like that. With that, she was done, and settled down onto her towel. Dani and I looked at each other, not sure who would be next. I nodded at her, and she stood. I would be last. I don't remember her 'performance,' I was too busy focusing my adrenaline into a plan -- I wanted to make the most of this moment. Knowing Dani, I'm sure she was very animated and demonstrative. My turn. I took a deep breath, and stood. I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my bottoms, and wiggling my hips a bit more than I needed to, lowered them, one side a little bit, then the other, all the way down. Jessi said, "Ooh, bottoms first, I wish I'd thought of that." Now I was standing there in my tank top, covered from my shoulders down to my waist, but with my pussy and ass out in the open. The opposite of topless. It's a very different type of exposed than either naked or topless -- ALL the attention concentrates on the most private areas, the ones that hardly ever get to be uncovered, and even when they are, have to share the stage with breasts.  Having my boobs covered somehow made my pussy and ass feel more exposed, and they were tingling harder than I had ever felt. I could practically FEEL all the eyeballs pressing on the little white areas of skin that had only ever been uncovered in public once before. I wasn't done enjoying the moment, so I took my sunglasses off and cleaned them. I put them back on, and turned a quarter turn, giving a different set of people a clear view, but they still had smudges. Darn the luck -- turning a bit each time, it took me another three or four tries to get those crazy shades clean... Finally, I had extended the moment as far as it would go, so I lifted my tank top up over my head. As ultra-exposed as my lower bits had been, baring my chest somehow made me feel far more naked than I had ever been, even a short while ago at the other part of the beach. I felt like I was receiving an all-over, intense massage, from the breeze, the sun, and everyone's eyeballs. I still wasn't quite ready to be done, so I found another smudge on my sunglasses, and cleaned it thoroughly before I sat. We leaned our heads together, and Jessi said, "OK, now we vote. You can't vote for yourself, OK?" We all nodded. I voted for Jessi. She might have done the least, but I wanted her to get some credit for overcoming the greatest stage-fright. The result was a tie -- we each received one vote. Dani wanted another vote to resolve who the winner was, but Aly and I both quickly said that a tie was fine -- that way we all won -- and Jessi agreed, so we settled back on our towels to catch some sun. The whole bottoms-first thing had me more aroused than I had ever been. I tried to just enjoy the beach, I really tried, but the sun's glow on my skin just emphasized the glow in my pussy, and my pussy wouldn't leave me alone. I swear, it was throbbing. I needed some relief. I didn't think I could just sneak my finger down to rub myself without being noticed, so I turned over onto my tummy. I mean, when you're tanning, you do both sides, right? I strategically positioned myself over my arm, with my hand conveniently right at my groin. I paused briefly, to be sure nobody yelled, "Look, that girl's fingering herself!" When no one did, I slid my finger slowly into my slit, and the feeling was like sticking it into an electric outlet, only sexual. I don't think I'd ever felt anything that was that intense, but still felt good. This wasn't going to take long.  Even in the midst of all those people, I was too far gone to even consider stopping. I slowly rubbed myself from the bottom to the top of my slit, five or six times, bringing me right to the edge. I found my nub, and flicked my fingertip over it, as rapidly as I could. My orgasm flowed over me like a tsunami, relentless, enhanced by the fresh sea breeze blowing across my skin. The air was slightly cool, contrasting with the warm glow I felt from the sun, as well as from my finger. Trying not to draw any attention to myself, I did my best to hold still and keep quiet, very difficult considering the explosion I felt in my pussy. My body wanted to squirm, thrash, writhe, moan, maybe even scream. I was pretty sure I succeeded in being stealthy. Maybe not... I was floating gently back to earth when Jessi leaned over and whispered into my ear, "What did you just do?" "Nothing!" I said, even though that was obviously untrue. Unfortunately, I said it loud enough, and with enough edge in my voice, that Aly and Dani noticed. "What?" they both wondered. They sat up, and Jessi whispered something to each of them. Their eyes got wide, they all glanced at me, and Jessi whispered some more, then they glanced at me again. I shrugged, in the universal, 'Hey, ya gotta do what ya gotta do' gesture, with a smirk at the end, conveying my satisfaction with how things turned out.  They all laid back down, Dani and Jessi on their tummies, I noticed. One arm out in the sun, one trapped underneath. Knees slightly apart. Dani held fairly still, but Jessi was visibly squirming. Dani was the first to finish, and turned over onto her back. She was barely settled when Aly turned over onto her tummy, also trapping an arm under her. I settled back to enjoy the sun -- if I paid them much more attention, I was going to have to go again. : : : : : Friday was a very sad day. Both Aly's and Jessi's families had to leave, a day earlier than usual. We girls had a tradition of walking to the local ice cream shop for lunch on our final Saturday. With our week at the beach done, we didn't have to worry any more about how we looked in our bikinis, and since we'd gone 'without' for the entire week, we'd absolutely pig out. But this year two of the four families were leaving mid-morning on Friday, and somehow ice cream for breakfast didn't quite fit the bill. We had some juice and fruit out by the pool, the site of our "coming out" party, or rather, our "top coming off" party. It seemed like a lifetime ago.  We hardly discussed anything but our time at the pool and the beach. "So, what are we gonna do next year, to top that?" "I dunno," I said. "I looked on-line at suggestions for public nudity, stripping games, Truth Or Dare, that kind of thing." The girls looked at me like I had grown a fin down the center of my back. "What? I have a tablet, too... Really, most of it is pretty silly -- ride bikes in short skirts without panties, that kind of lame." "I wouldn't be interested in that." "Me either. So what ARE we gonna do next year?"  "The good news is," I said, "we don't have to decide now. We've got an entire year to come up with ideas." They nodded.  A minute later, Aly's and Jessi's moms called them to the cars, and they left. And then there were two. : : : : : Dani and I moped around the pool for a few hours, then we told our folks we were off to the beach. "Be careful," our moms said. "Don't go in the water for an hour," we whispered, laughing. The beach (the regular beach, that is) was eerie, almost completely deserted. There were probably ten other people, total. The tide was out, and we strolled down by the water, where the sand was packed and the walking was easier. "So, Dani," I began. She knows that beginning, and didn't reply. "Obviously, you were the ringleader of that bikini top thing." "Well," she said, and I knew from her tone that this wouldn't be a simple answer. "You weren't here last year." She saw my eyes widen and laughed. "No no, we didn't do that last year. We were down by the water, and there was a group of college kids. About half and half, guys and girls. They were obviously drinking, and after awhile the girls all took off their tops. They were topless for over an hour, until the beach patrol came and made them cover up. "We watched the whole thing, and I don't think any of us said a single word the whole time they had their tits out. When the beach patrol left, we were all, like, 'that was HOT.' It affected all of us. I know for me it was INTENSE, I mean seriously erotic, and I think it was for Aly and Jessi, too. "I think we were all ready to do something like that. I bet if you had been here, the way you have of making things happen, we probably would have done it, but none of us took charge the way you would have, so we did nothing. "Saturday at the ice cream shop, we were trying to figure out, how do we tell Cait about that in a way that she'll see how deliciously arousing it was. No one had a clue. We tried a bunch of different ways of explaining it, but they all just sounded lame.  "So, this year, the three of us met in the lobby before you guys arrived. Topic number one was, we've gotta get Caitlin in on the topless thing, how do we do that? In a way, you're right, I was the instigator, because I'm the one who suggested that we should get you to experience it, to live it, rather than just describing it to you. The three of us together came up with the plan of yanking off your top." We were in the process of walking past three older guys, who couldn't have been more obviously ogling us. As Dani continued talking, I started to think that there might be some fun here, that we could not only make these guys' day, but ours too. I said, "You want to have some fun?" Dani's eyes sparkled, she had noticed the old guys too, and she said, "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking, my boobs haven't gotten nearly enough sun, maybe even my other parts, too, and I wonder if we can get their eyeballs to explode." Dani giggled, and we both untied the lower knots on our tops. Timing is everything, though; right then a beach patrol officer rode past on his four-wheeler. He stopped, and said, "No nudity, girls." "Just adjusting, officer," Dani said, and we both retied. He rode off, but Dani said, "He'll be back, soon, to check." I was crushed. I hadn't planned on getting naked today, but once even that sliver of an opportunity had presented, I got my hopes up. Now I was aroused, and I didn't want to give up. A mischievous look came over Dani's face, and she asked, "I'm feeling hot all of a sudden. Are you?" She took my hand, and we resumed walking, slowly. "I'm not sure what you mean," I said, but I kind of did, and my kitty was tingling at the thought. "I'll take that as a yes. What I'm about to do, just go with it. Just go with it." Before I could wonder what she meant, she took my hand, positioned it on her shoulder, put her hand around my waist, pulled me in, and kissed me. Full on the mouth. With lots of tongue. I must have been somewhat tentative, because she said, her lips brushing mine, "Hot, Cait, feelin' hot, we're going to put on a little show, and turn those old guys on. I'm feeling HOT, and I think you are too. I bet we can get them to cream in their Speedos. When we're through, they'll always remember the day they got to watch a couple of hot lesbians." "Lesbians? I'm not a-" and she laced her fingers through my hair, pulling me in tight for a deeper, longer, hotter kiss. My kitty flooded in response. Our whole week had consisted of a series of incremental steps, one after the other -- taking off our tops, taking off our bottoms, fingering ourselves in public. Now, since we couldn't get naked again, the next step to top that might as well be find some old guys, and make out with a girl in front of them.  Getting into the role, and glancing over at the guys to confirm that we had their undivided attention, I lowered my hand from her shoulder, sliding down until I had a handful of breast. I squeezed it, found her nipple through the fabric of her bikini, and rolled it between my thumb and fingers. We let our kiss end, she took my hand again, and we resumed walking, slower, more dreamily. I turned to her and kissed her cheek, allowing me to check the old guys. We were definitely the center of their universe. I turned, locked my lips onto hers, and dipped both hands down inside the back of her bikini bottom, massaging her bare ass. She slipped a hand inside my top, found my nipple, and began vibrating her finger across it. "Shit, Dani, you're going to make me cum..." "If you do, you better make sure I do too," she whispered. We disconnected and resumed walking, the other way this time, so we had to pass right by the old guys again. She had her arm around my shoulder, while I resumed cupping her ass, outside her bikini this time. We stopped, Dani turned to me, and we locked lips in another deep soul kiss. I worked my knee between hers, and pulled her ass in, so that my pussy contacted her upper thigh, and hers contacted mine. We both started a humping, rubbing motion with our hips, and I thought I was going to cum on the spot. I pulled us apart, very difficult, as all I wanted to do was finish things right then and there.  The sun was settling toward the 'golden hour' point, where the light is the prettiest, and the late afternoon sea breeze was nearing its peak. I released Dani's hand, and put my arm around her, low, caressing the curve of her waist. The breeze, the sun, our shared sensuality, all combined for one of the most serene moments I've ever experienced.  We had walked far enough past the old guys that they had 'released' us. By the time we cut across the sand for the walk back to the hotel, they were way off in the distance, walking the other way. : : : : : When we got back, our folks were in the lobby bar having cocktails. We agreed to meet them in half an hour or so, and all go to dinner. We hit the bathroom to clean up, wash off the sunblock and the salt. "Cait," Dani said, "I'd never do anything that might affect our friendship." Well, earlier on the beach, she already had, and somehow, I had a feeling she was about to again. I nodded, and noticed she was slipping off her bottoms. "But," she said, "I'm a few seconds away from the biggest orgasm of my life. I think if you would lick me maybe three or four times, I'd explode." She didn't verbalize the question, but she sure implored me with her eyes. I nodded again -- I couldn't seem to find my voice. I should say, I'm not "into" girls. I have nothing against girls who are, that's cool, but it's not me. But at that moment, I was so aroused, so intensely stirred up, that it wasn't about the other person being a girl. It was about us both being consumed with a deep, primal urge. There weren't any male candidates available for satisfying that urge, and Dani is someone I love and trust. So, sex with a girl, bring it on. She positioned herself half on, half off of the counter top, allowing me full access to her sensitive parts. I got on my knees, and lowered my mouth to her pussy. I'd never done this before, I'd never had it done to me before, I'd never even read about how to do it. All I knew about the geography down there is kind of a braille map I'd built of what feels good to me, with my fingers, along with what little bit my boyfriend had done that felt good.  I tried to extrapolate the layout of what my fingers knew, and turn it into a guide book for my tongue. I knew that, with my fingers, I like to start at the bottom of the slit, and slowly slide up to the top. So I did that with my tongue. I was immediately overwhelmed with sensations that aren't there when it's fingers in your own pussy -- the texture of what I learned later are the inner and outer lips, the flavor of her honey, and the intoxicating aroma. Dani seemed to be a different type of overwhelmed. She shuddered, and made a deep, purring sound from the back of her throat. I repeated the slow glide from the bottom of her slit to the top, trying to push my tongue in a little deeper. Her breathing became very fast and deep, like she had been running, hard. She laced her fingers through my hair, and pulled my face hard down over her pussy. I assumed that meant she was ready to finish.  When I'm fingering myself and I'm ready to finish, I vibrate my finger over the nub at the top of the slit, which I found out later is my clit. I started vibrating my tongue over her nub, and she sucked her lungs full of air and began a low moan, squeezing my head tight with her thighs. I felt an earthquake vibrating through her abdomen and thighs. It emerged and rumbled, building in intensity, and she wiggled, and bucked, and shivered, and shook, until I could barely stay connected to her. I kept my tongue vibrating on her until she relaxed the hold she had on me, and her breathing returned to normal. "O. . . M. . . G. . ." is all she said. She slid off the counter, nearly collapsing into a boneless puddle. She pulled me up to my feet, knelt in front of me, and pulled my bikini bottoms to the floor. She stood, gave me another one of those soul deep kisses, and said, simply, "Now. . . You. . . " Having her take off my bottoms to lick me was far more erotic than merely revealing my naked pussy to hundreds of strangers. As I said, I'd never had this done to me before, but based on her reaction, I expected it to be freaking awesome. I took my position, my ass half on the counter, half hanging off, leaning back against the mirror. Just the act of spreading my legs in front of her face was so charged with sexual energy, I almost came before she could get started. She took her position between my thighs, and I parked my feet on her shoulders, my knees as far apart as they would go. It had taken two licks for her to cum. It took me one. Now I got it, "O. . . M. . . G. . . " indeed! Cumming on her tongue was the sweetest sensation I'd ever felt. I thought I had cum hard back on the beach -- by comparison, that was nothing! I have no idea how she stayed connected to me, the way I thrashed about. I peaked, and caressed the back of her head, while she slowly stroked my slit with her tongue, letting me float gently back to earth. : : : : : Saturday morning, poolside. It was a very different day than our last day usually was. The sky was even uncharacteristically grey.  We decided to skip the ice cream shop. Without our other friends, it felt like an empty gesture. In light of all that had happened this week, it seemed naïve, elementary, childish. "Dani," I said, at the same moment she said, "Cait." "You first," I said, at the same moment she said, "You first." I paused a second, to see if she would start, but she didn't, so I started. "Dani, yesterday was..." and I faltered. Finding the right words was not going to be easy in this conversation. "...wonderful," she filled in. "It was, wasn't it?" I said. "Yet, it was also..." and I faltered again. "...not who we really are," she finished. "No, we're not, are we? I hope it doesn't..." This time when I stopped, it wasn't because I faltered. She was doing so good at finishing what I started, I thought we should stay with what was working. "...affect things going forward." "It shouldn't, should it? Do you think it will?" "Not if we both just take it in stride. I mean, it was something that happened once. We just shouldn't imagine that it's the beginning of something." "It's not the beginning of something, is it?" "No, it's not. Are you disappointed?" "No. No, I'm relieved. You?" "Relieved is a good choice of words." We sat in silence for a minute. I started, and this time I finished my own sentence. "It was really special, I wouldn't change a moment of it." "Me either." "About Jessi and Aly..." "I don't see any reason for them to know. You?" "No, I don't. And unlike what you guys did with my top, I don't feel the need to set anything up so they can have a similar experience." "I agree, completely. I mean, how could we possibly put it in perspective?" "I'm glad you understand. You're a good friend." "You are too, the best." I was in the process of agreeing, when our moms called us in, to change into traveling-in-the-car clothes. "One more quick question." "Shoot." "Could I get you to call my boyfriend, give him some pointers?" We both laughed. : : : : : In the car on the way home, I recalled the chapter on addiction in my Psychology class. The current thinking is, some people have what's called an "addictive personality." Their brains are wired so that they are more susceptible to getting hooked on a variety of substances and behaviors -- heroin, alcohol, nicotine, or gambling for instance.  When someone is wired this way, they're not necessarily doomed to a life of uncontrollable substance abuse. It's very possible for them to stay addiction free. The analogy in my textbook was, they have an "addiction switch," and if they never taste anything highly addictive, then their "switch" remains off, and they have a much easier time staying clean. But, once they taste and enjoy, their "switch" is thrown to ON, and resisting harmful substances will be much more difficult from then on. Looking back on my time at the beach, I realized something about being naked outdoors, and in public: I love, love, love it. I want to do it more. Lots more. There's no doubt about it, my switch got thrown. And of the four of us, I know I'm not the only one; possibly, probably all four of us. I can't wait to see what happens next year. : : : : : p.s. I was looking back at the calendar recently, the one with the dates of our beach vacay. Wednesday, our trip to the nude beach, was on July 14th. I didn't know then, that's National Nude Day. Very appropriate.  The four of us are attending college together now, and I was right about my friends: all their switches got thrown, too. We are continuing to have adventures together, frequently involving public nudity -- it's amazing what four inspired minds can come up with. Those stories are for another time. For now, Happy Nude Day!

Boring Family Parties by StoryGuy Chapter 1 Dolly, once again, was at her annual family get together weekend. Her twelfth one to be exact, but fortunately she didn't remember her first few as she was just born for her first one. Every year was the same. The adults got together and got drunk and the kids sorta just hung around. To make matters worse, this year her mother had made her wear a dress saying she was old enough now and should look like a lady and not just a grubby kid. It was true she was one of the older kids; she and her oldest cousin, Sam, were both twelve, almost thirteen, and going into the seventh grade in school. The next oldest was nine and they went down from there. She liked Sam though, so the two would just wander, away from the little ones. A dress... She hardly ever wore them. She was more comfortable in jeans or something. Who wore dresses today? The adults maybe, but even some of them wore pants and stuff. At least she only had to wear it for the day; party day. Party... They ate lunch. Then the adults would start drinking and the kids would wander off. Some party. Lunch was good, a cookout. It wasn't long before all the kids were told to "go play" and the coolers were opened. The young ones laughed as they all ran off. Sam and Dolly went the opposite direction, just walking aimlessly. On the side yard, away from everyone, was an old make-shift swing hanging from a branch of an old oak tree. Although not really used anymore, it was still in pretty good shape. "I remember swinging on that when I was little," Dolly muttered. "I haven't been on a swing in forever." "You want to swing? I'll push you if you do," offered Sam. Dolly hadn't thought about swinging at all. She was just reminiscing. She used to love to swing. "Nah... It's just for little kids," she sighed. "No it isn't. I live next to a playground park. Lots of girls swing, even older ones, There's more older ones than young ones. This one is too high for little kids," Sam countered. Dolly pondered what he said. It might be fun, but she was afraid he'd think of her as a kid if she did, but that didn't seem to be the case. "OK," she giggled as she ran up and plopped onto the swing seat. No sooner was she down than Sam began to push her. Unfortunately she had forgotten she was wearing a dress and didn't smooth it under her when she sat down. She could feel the seat on her bare legs and knew her dress was hanging loosely behind her. At least Sam was behind her. Sam seemed to know what he was doing and very quickly Dolly was swinging high into the air. It was as much fun as she remembered and she began pumping, going even higher. Just like when she was little, the outside world faded away. It was just her soaring into the sky... well, almost. It was how it made her feel. Suddenly Dolly became aware that Sam wasn't pushing her any longer. She also became aware that when she swung forward, her dress was billowing up almost to her waist. She looked up and saw Sam standing in front of her watching her swing. He wasn't close enough to get hit, but no doubt was seeing her panties. Her face flushed as she stopped pumping and kept her legs down. Her dress still flared up with the wind, but she didn't dare let go to hold it down. Slowly, it seemed, she glided to a stop. She hopped off the swing as soon as it was safe to do so. "You really know how to swing! I was wondering if you were going to go right over the top," Sam gasped. "I'm such a dork... I forgot I was wearing a dress. You must have gotten a good show," Dolly blushed. "Nah... It's all good. Nothing really showed," Sam stated. Dolly knew he was lying. Once her dress actually flew up covering her face, so he had to have seen something. "Yeah right... You had to have seen my blue panties." Sam looked like he was going to say something, but didn't. "I know you saw them," Dolly giggled. "You were going to say they were yellow, not blue, weren't you." "It's no big deal... I saw them. So what? I really didn't see anything," Sam defended. Dolly, still a bit embarrassed, had been looking down at the ground. As her head lifted, she noticed a definite bulge in his pants. It made her smile. He had gotten hard looking at her. She wanted to say something, but couldn't think of what to say. "Let's take a walk," she suggested, hoping to get off the subject. "OK. Where to?" Sam replied. "Anywhere but here," giggled Dolly. Sam turned and started walking. Dolly walked along beside him. At first they didn't talk much, but slowly both relaxed and they began chatting. Eventually Sam returned to their original conversation. "Why did you say your panties were blue when they weren't?" he questioned. "My mom does that to my dad all the time. She says something that's not true to see his reaction. She says she can tell stuff by how he reacts," she explained. Sam nodded. "It works. That's how I could tell you saw mine," she grinned. "I really couldn't see much... Only that they were yellow," Sam muttered. Both stopped talking again. Dolly was thinking about him seeing her panties. It wasn't as horrid as she thought it might be. She was embarrassed at the time, but looking back it was also kind of fun. She liked the reaction she got from him. It made her wonder what he looked like. She noticed his pants were bulging again. Naturally she knew what an erection was and had seen pictures on the internet, but what did "he" look like? How big was he? "You said it was no big deal, right?" she questioned. Sam shook his head. "So seeing underwear is OK?" she continued. Sam just nodded. Dolly paused, gathering her courage. "Can I see yours?" she finally blurted. Sam stopped short and his jaw dropped. "Um... I told you I really didn't see anything... just that they were yellow. Ahh... Mine are white. So we're even now?" he mumbled nervously. Dolly paused, choosing her words. "What if I lift up my dress and give you a good look. Would you drop your pants down and show me yours? You said it was no big deal..." "Um... Would you take your dress off? I'll take my pants off if you do," Sam bargained. "Um... I'm not wearing a bra, not that I really have boobs yet. There's not much to see," Dolly blushed. "How 'bout if we both take everything off but our underwear. We'll be even then and I'll go first if you want me to," Sam suggested. Dolly hesitated. He'd see her bare chest if she agreed. Part of her was shy about him seeing them, but another part wished she had bigger breasts for him to see. Her gaze went to his crotch again. She could see his erection sticking out, pushing against his pants, and it made her more curious. It also strangely excited her a little having him see her. "OK, but not here, out in the open. Let's go up to the rain shelter on the hill. There's just a roof, but it's better than nothing," she agreed as she headed up the hill with Sam following. In her mind she tried to imagine him naked with his erection. In a few minutes they were under the rain shelter and looking at each other, neither knowing where to start. "You said you'd go first," Dolly finally muttered. "You'll do it, right?" Sam questioned and Dolly nodded. "OK..." he muttered as he began to unbutton his shirt slowly. It was if he was in slow motion, but the shirt finally came off and he placed it on the bench at the center. Just as slowly he sat down and took his shoes off. As he stood again and reached for his belt, he whispered, "You'll take off everything but your panties?" Dolly was mesmerized. Sam stood in front of her, his shirt off and his belt undone. This wasn't a picture on the internet, but a real person. She nodded, almost in a trance. Slowly his zipper went down and his pants opened, revealing his white underpants. His pants dropped and he bent down, picking them up, and placed them on his shirt. Dolly's eyes were wide open. In front of her was a boy wearing just underpants. His stiff penis was very obvious pushing against the thin cotton material. Below it was a bulge that Dolly knew was his balls. She'd seen her father in underwear, but he wore boxers and she'd never seen him hard. With Sam's briefs, she could see everything... well, almost see. He was still covered, but not with much. "Your turn," Sam muttered, breaking her trance. The voices in her head were screaming at her telling her she never should have agreed, but it was too late now. Her dress zipped in the back. She could have easily unzipped it, but instead chose to turn her back to him asking him to unzip it. His hand slowly lowered the zipper, lightly brushing her ass when it bottomed out. She shook her shoulders slightly causing the straps to drop to her forearms. She looked down at her bare chest as she lowered the dress. Oh well... Dolly let go of her dress letting it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it, picked it up placing it on the bench, and felt her face flush. For a moment Dolly just stood with her back towards Sam. She knew she had to turn around, but was nervous about it. Sam had made no attempt to hide from her, even with his erection. Dolly took a deep breath and slowly turned until she was facing him. Instinctively her arms had crossed in front of her chest. When she realized it, she forced herself to drop her arms to her side. "I told you I didn't have much," she mumbled as her face turned redder. "You look good! ...a lot bigger than most," Sam complimented making Dolly feel a little more at ease. "You're a lot bigger than I thought too," Dolly stated, but turned even more red when she realized what she just said. "Sorry, I didn't mean... Um... I meant... I don't know. I'm so dumb," she stuttered. Sam just smiled. For a few minutes they just starred at each other's bodies. Dolly, although still embarrassed with Sam seeing as much as he was, began to relax some. She was seeing more of him than she'd ever seen before. She also noticed his penis would twitch occasionally and its shape was much more obvious through the thin material. "You look good," she whispered softly, not really aware of her words. "Um... Do you want to take our underwear off too? You'd see all of me then," Sam mumbled. "Huh?" Dolly gasped after a few moments when what he said had sunk in. "You mean get naked?" "Yeah... If you want to... You don't have to or anything. I just thought I'd offer... We can if you want..." Sam stammered. "Um... We should get back before someone comes looking for us right now. Maybe later?" Dolly answered, not sure what she wanted right now. Chapter 2 The two dressed slowly, both glimpsing at the other as they did. Neither said much as they made their way back to the house. Dolly thought about what Sam had suggested getting naked. The thought scared her, but she had already gotten down to just her panties. Sam didn't try anything and seemed OK to her. She liked seeing his almost bare erection and really wanted to see more. The more she thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her. He had already seen her boobs. She had been embarrassed, but, in a way, proud showing him. She hadn't thought she had much, but he seemed impressed, accented by his stiff cock. She hadn't thought of herself as sexy, but maybe she was, at least in Sam's eyes. As they approached the others, Dolly noticed tables had been set out and burgers were on the grill. From the looks of things the adults had partied all afternoon and there were beer cans scatters about the chairs they were sitting in. All the kids were ushered to one table and food was put in front of them. Dolly didn't appreciate being put at a table of screaming little kids. She and Sam ate, then stood up. "Come play with us!" and "Let's all play a game" was shouted by the little ones. Two had already started dragging Sam off and two more were pushing Dolly. "I need to go to the bathroom. I'll join you later," Dolly begged off and the pushers retreated. "I'll meet you in the barn. I can't stand these kids," she whispered to Sam as she walked passed him. Fortunately no one followed her into the house. Dolly did her business and then slipped out the side door and headed to the barn. Instead of opening the front doors, she walked around back and went into the door to the tack room. Her grandparents used to have a lot of horse, but now just a few. She looked around and found it actually pretty clean and neat. Within a few minutes Sam opened the door and walked in. She smiled realizing he had the same idea as she did. An open barn door would show they were in there. "That didn't take you long," she giggled. "Funny... I had to go to the bathroom too," he laughed. "It's pretty clean in here," she commented. Looking around more she noticed the boards nailed to the wall studs. It was sort of a ladder leading to an upstairs storage area. "I wonder what's up there now?" "Let's go see. At least up there the little kids won't find us," he chuckled. Dolly started climbing the ladder without thinking. She was half way up and Sam was standing at the bottom of the ladder now. Wearing a dress he no doubt could see right up under it. After a moment she began to chuckle. What would he see that he hadn't already seen? "Enjoying the show?" she laughed. "Yup! Great view from here," he said as he started to laugh too. Dolly continued climbing through the opening in the ceiling. She didn't rush though. It was kinda fun knowing Sam was looking at her panty covered bottom. It was a bit dusty up there, but not too bad. There was a stack of older horse blankets in the corner, obviously washed before they were folded and put away. She pulled one from the middle of the stack and Sam, almost knowingly, took an edge and the two spread it out on the floor. "Peace... no kids," Dolly muttered as she sat down. Sam sat down facing her. For a while the two just talked. Eventually the subject of that afternoon came up and Sam apologized for what happened. "It's OK. We both wanted to do it, so we did. Are you sorry because we did?" Dolly questioned. "No, I just didn't want you mad at me. I've never done that before. You've always been my favorite cousin and I don't want that to change. Your kinda special," he explained. "I'm not mad at all. Most boys are always trying to grab me or peek up my dress, if I'm wearing one," Dolly began and Sam frowned. "No... You didn't. Well, you saw up my dress when we were coming up the ladder, but that's different. I don't mind you seeing me in just panties. I was a little embarrassed at first having nothing on on top, but you didn't try to do anything. I also wish I had bigger boobs," Dolly sighed. "You've got nice boobs. They're bigger than most of the girls in my class. Well, not that I've seen any of them bare, but... um..." Sam paused. "Really? You think mine are bigger? You're not just saying that, are you?" Dolly interrupted. Sam shook his head. "Has any other girls seen you in just your underwear? ...or ...um... less?" Again Sam shook his head. "Did it bother you having me see you in just underwear?" Once more Sam shook his head. "Good!" The conversation drifted to another subject, but Dolly's mind (and Sam's) was still dwelling on the afternoon. After chatting for a while, Dolly blurted, "Do you know how bad it is to have to wear a dress? They're a pain in the ass!" "So take it off," Sam grinned. "If I do, will you take off your shirt and pants?" Dolly questioned. A big smile formed on Sam's face as he nodded. This time Dolly didn't ask Sam to lower her zipper. If a flash, she had it down and, without even standing up, quickly her dress was neatly folded next to her. She looked at Sam, this time without covering her chest, and stated, "Your turn," grinning at him. Keeping her legs closed and her knees bent in front of her, Dolly watched as Sam pulled off his shirt, then stood and dropped his pants, revealing his ever present stiff cock pushing against his underwear. He sat back down, Indian style, making no attempt to hide himself. "Is it always stiff like that?" Dolly asked. "No, not always, but with a pretty girl to look at..." Sam grinned. His comment made Dolly blush. "Do... Um... Ah... Do you still want us to take off our underwear?" Dolly mumbled softly. "If you want to..." Sam muttered back in a soft voice. Dolly nodded. Neither said anything or did anything for a few minutes. Dolly, feeling he may be waiting for her, since she asked this time, took a deep breath, hooked her thumbs in her panties, and lifted slightly as she pushed them down and off her feet. She was nervous, but happy she did at the same time. She tossed her panties on top of her dress and, with her legs still in the same position, looked at Sam, but couldn't say anything. Dolly could tell Sam was a little embarrassed, but he brought his knees together, lifted slightly, and his underwear came off. This time he sat in the same position as Dolly was. Neither could really see anything, but both knew they were both naked. For a while each just looked at the other in silence, both wanting to see, but neither knowing how to approach the subject. "I've never been naked with a boy," Dolly muttered. "Neither have I," Sam added, making Dolly giggle. "I mean I've never been naked with a girl," he corrected. "I know..." Dolly whispered. Silence fell again, until Dolly added, "It's not as bad as I thought it would be, being naked with you." Sam looked like he might say something, but didn't. Another long pause ensued. Dolly was seeing less now that Sam was naked, frustrating her. She got naked so she could see him. "Do you want to... um... Want to... ah... Want to kinda look at each other? If you lay back and let me look at you, I'll do the same for you," she mumbled, At first Sam just sat there, but eventually his legs stretched out and he laid back, revealing his stiff boyhood for Dolly. His stiff cock pointed up towards his head, but was so hard it slightly stood out from his stomach. His legs were together, but his ball sack lay proudly at the union of his legs. He already had some hair. At first Dolly just looked, almost afraid of him. She knew what men looked like, but this wasn't just a picture, it was real. Soon her curiosity grew stronger than her shyness and she rose to her knees, getting closer to him. Her eyes studied his boyhood. "Can I touch it?" she finally asked. "I'll let you touch me," she quickly added. Not hearing anything, Dolly looked up at Sam to see him nodding. Her hand tentatively went forward, towards his erection. Her fingertips touched it. It felt hot, which surprised her. Her fingers glided down his shaft to his ball sack, which was noticeably cooler. Strangely she felt more comfortable touching his balls, although his cock was her primary interest. She jumped slightly when Sam moved, but his legs just parted some and he stopped moving. Her fingers drifted between his legs cupping his sack. She could feel the two globes in it. Getting braver her hand once again went to his cock and she wrapped her fingers around his stiffness. It seemed strange. It was so hard, yet felt soft at the same time. Dolly discovered the skin on his cock moved, exposing his cockhead even more. That fascinated her and she rubbed his cock a few times, sliding the skin onto, then off of his cockhead. Dolly had no idea how long she had been looking at him, but suddenly became self conscious. "Thanks," she muttered as she pulled her hand away. She took one last look before announcing, "Your turn," as she straightened up. Sam sat up, looking at her. She was sitting on her legs, but they were slightly parted. She wondered if he noticed she had some hair on her pussy. Her legs stretched out as she reclined. Sam stood on his knees and looked at her nude body. She wasn't really thinking about him seeing as her eyes were still focused on his stiff cock. Although it seemed like forever, it was only a few seconds and Sam wasn't doing anything. "It's OK to touch me..." Dolly whispered. Slowly he reached out and his hand went to her tit. Ever so gently he massaged one, then moved to the other. Dolly smiled because of the sensations he was creating within her. She hadn't realized how nice it could feel to have a boy rub her boobs. He spent a few minutes rubbing her before his hand began to drift down her stomach. Almost instinctively her legs parted. His hand grazed over her dampening pussy. Suddenly he shifted making Dolly think he was already finished – just when she was beginning to enjoy it. He walked on his knees, stepping over her leg. She opened them wider as he settled between them. His hands slowly slid up her inner thighs to her pussy. She blushed as she felt her pussy lips part as he leaned down, looking inside her. It made her feel embarrassed, excited, horrified, and horny, all at the same time. One hand pulled away from her while the fingers of his other hand began it feel around her. She wasn't sure if he realized it or not, but he kept bumping her clit, turning her on even more. When she looked down at him, all she saw was his hard cock bobbing around and all she felt was his fingers probing her erotically. She could feel a fire starting deep within her. It seemed like only seconds had passed when his fingers left her and he climbed back over her legs, She sat up and faced him. He was now sitting Indian style facing her. She sat facing him in the same position. For a while they just looked at each other's sex. "Do you... um... kinda play with yourself? I know boys do that," Dolly softly asked. "Sometimes... Do you?" he replied. "Sometimes..." Dolly admitted. After a pause, she added, "If you want to do it now, you can. I don't mind, if you don't." "Do you want to do it?" Sam asked. She did, but didn't know how to answer and definitely wanted to watch Sam. "If you want to, I'll do it too," Sam added. "OK," Dolly agreed. Neither did anything for a few moments. Hoping to encourage him, Dolly dropped her hand to her pussy. After she did, Sam's hand wrapped around his hard member and both started stroking themselves. Dolly hadn't expected to be so turned on and watching Sam really got her going. She was embarrassed rubbing herself in front of Sam. No one had ever seen her rub before. Watching him rub made it worth it. As he stroked, the loose skin would partially cover his cockhead, then slide back, exposing it completely. His cockhead seemed to be getting darker too. Sam suddenly grunted and a stream of white stuff shot out of his cock, through the air, and landed on her chest, quickly followed by two more spurts. Sam's jaw dropped. "Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that!" he blurted as he lurched forward and tried to wipe his cum off her. "That was cool!" Dolly exclaimed. "It's OK. I know boys squirt. I don't care if some got on me. Don't worry about it," she comforted as she eased him away. He settled back as she touched a glob of cum, running it around with her finger. Naturally she had stopped rubbing herself too. Sam still had a guilty look on his face when she looked back up at him. "I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking..." he repeated. "I told you it's OK," Dolly interrupted, smiling at him. "I kinda liked it." Sam looked back at her questionably. "It's true. It's so cool that boys can do that," she told him, still smiling. For a while the two just looked at each other. "You're still hard..." Dolly muttered. Sam's face flushed slightly. "Does it always stay hard?" she asked. "Are you still horny?" Dolly coyly asked. Sam's face got slightly redder as he nodded. "Good," Dolly grinned. Chapter 3 Sam and Dolly once again sat Indian style, facing each other, and looking at each other. "Do you like looking at me?" Dolly asked and Sam nodded. "I like looking at you too. Is it bad we're looking at each other naked?" "I don't think so. I don't mind you seeing me naked. Does it bother you being naked with me?" he asked. Dolly shook her head. "I liked you touching me. It felt good. Did you like me touching you?" Dolly blushed as she nodded. "Do you want to touch some more?" Once more Dolly nodded. Sam scooted over beside Dolly and his hand went to her pussy. Although he was somewhat clumsy, it felt good having him rub her. Since she hadn't had an orgasm yet, it wasn't long before her fire started. He was mainly rubbing the outside, but a finger was slightly slipping between her pussy lips and probing her. Her hand was in his crotch, slowly stroking his shaft and then venturing to his balls. She could feel him twitching slightly. His finger began to push into her more now. It wasn't the first time something had gone into her though. Her fingers had pushed into her and she had recently tried her hairbrush handle. The first time she tried it, it hurt a bit, almost like someone had pinched her insides, so she stopped. A few days later she tried it again, but that time there was no pinch. She had pushed it all the ways in. It felt good! She got nervous though, and had pulled it out again. Sam's cock was bigger around than her hairbrush handle and longer too. She wondered if he'd fit. She was more curious about what it would feel like though. Everybody seemed to do it... well, the older girls. One of her friends at school had even tried it and she said she liked it. There were others who said how much it would hurt the first time though. His hand rubbing her felt good even if he wasn't doing a great job. "Um... Do you want to try something else?" she asked softly. "What?" he responded. "Ah... Do you want to try putting it in me?" she blushed. Sam stopped rubbing her and shyly nodded. "If I let you, you gotta pull it out if I say so, OK?" Sam again nodded. "I mean it. You have to pull it right out." "If you want me to pull out, I will... I promise," agreed Sam. Dolly stretched her legs out in front of her and laid back, propping herself up on her elbows. She parted her legs. Sam immediately squirmed between her open legs, holding his upper body above her on his arms. She looked up at him, gathering her courage. "OK..." she muttered, adding,"Remember, if I say 'Stop' you have to stop as soon as I say it, OK?" Sam nodded. For a moment he didn't move. Dolly could feel his cock pressing against her belly, just above her pussy. "OK... You can try putting it in... just go slow." Sam's hips began to move. His cock was sliding along her pussy lips, which felt really nice, but he wasn't going in. She finally realized she would have to help him. "Lift up," she requested softly. His hips rose and she snaked her hand down between him. Dolly found his cock and aimed it at her hole. "OK... push in... but go slow," she told him. This time his cock parted her pussy lips and began to sink into her body. Dolly pulled her hand out from between them. Sam, as she had asked, slowly pushed forward steadily. Dolly felt him entering her body, filling her. It didn't hurt, but she felt so full she got nervous. "Wait!" she gasped. Sam immediately stopped pushing and Dolly felt him begin to pull out of her. "No! Don't pull out," she snapped. "Just give me a minute," she added, afraid she would ruin everything. Sam remained motionless, his cock still inside her, but not as deep as he had been. So far nothing had hurt. "OK, go ahead," she whispered. Sam began to push into her again, but this time even slower. There was no hurt, no screaming pain like some of the girls had said there would be. He did feel a lot bigger inside her than he had felt with her hand though. Dolly wondered what it would feel like when he "bottomed out" like they said in stories. So far he hadn't seemed to. Sam stopped pushing into her. She hadn't told him to stop; in fact she felt he could go in even more. "Why did you stop? I didn't say to," she asked. "I'm all the way in," he muttered. "Oh," she mumbled, but inside she was smiling. She had taken all of him – no hurt or pain either. In fact, aside from feeling full, he felt good inside her. She began to relax and opened her legs more for him, no longer afraid. The longer he was inside of her, the better he felt as she became accustomed to the feelings. Dolly wanted to reach down between their two bodies and rub herself. She could feel the fire within her and wanted to orgasm, but was too shy to do that. She sighed when Sam began to move, pulling out of her. Evidently he had had enough. It made her smile when he pulled out just a bit, then pushed back into her. Not only was she pleased, his moving felt even better. She opened her legs even more, giving him as much room and access to her as she could. His occasional movements grew to where he was now slowly pulling out, then pushing back into her steadily. She could feel her climax getting closer. Steadily his pace quickened and his in and out movements became more pronounced. Dolly knew she would erupt soon. As Sam's pace continued to quicken, he reached the point where he was almost pulling out of her before he slammed back into her. His breathing sounded a little like thunder almost. Suddenly he backed out too far and pulled completely out of her. In desperation Dolly reached down, found his cock, and guided it back into her pussy. He slammed back into her hard, triggering her climax. She had never orgasmed this hard before. Wave upon wave of pleasure washed over her. Suddenly Sam pushed down hard, grinding her bare ass into the floor. He stayed still for a moment, then began jerking movements. Dolly felt his cock twitching inside of her and suspected he was squirting again. Sam's pumping slowed until he was still and on top of Dolly, but his cock still embedded within her. Dolly had ceased all movement as well. Sam was laying on her, but strangely didn't feel heavy even though his full weight was on her. It was more like a cuddly feeling. His cock was still inside her and even though neither was moving she could feel his cock slipping out. Too soon it fell out of her completely. Sam rolled off of her and lay down beside her. Dolly could feel Sam's cum drooling out of her pussy. It was a strange feeling, something she had never felt before, but it really wasn't unpleasant. Both just stared at the ceiling for a few minutes recuperating. Dolly seemed to be the first to recover. She lifted her head and looked down expecting to see Sam's stiff cock. Instead what she saw was a soft, much smaller appendage drooping down between his legs. "It went soft?" she muttered. Sam looked up puzzled. "Your... Um... You aren't hard anymore," she repeated, stammering because she didn't know what to call his penis. "Your fault," he grinned. "Did I do something? Are you hurt?" she gasped. "No," he chuckled. "It goes soft after I cum." "Can I touch it?" Dolly asked. "Sure," Sam smiled. Dolly reached down and grabbed Sam's now soft cock. It was limp, squishy, and much smaller. She rolled it around with her hand, completely mesmerized in the change in it. Her hands went to his balls, but they seemed about the same. She remembered hearing about boys going soft, but this wasn't exactly how she imagined it. Even the head was now completely covered with skin. She could pull back the skin and the head was still there, only smaller, but the skin went back over when released. The drastic change fascinated her as she continued to study him. Surprisingly to her, as she played with his cock, it began to grow again. Within a few minutes it was again rock hard, just like it had been before. "It must like my touching it," she giggled. "It does," Sam grinned. Dolly continued playing with him. "Do you want to do it again?" Sam asked. "Yeah... but not now. We should get back to the others before they come looking for us," she sighed. "We still have time," began Sam as they heard the barn door open, then close again. "Maybe not..." he frowned. Sam stood up, his cock still stiff, and walked to his clothes. Dolly watched him as he pulled up his underwear, covering her new found treasure. His pants and shirt quickly followed. Finally he sat back down and, as he put on his shoes and socks, asked, "Are you going to get dressed?" "Oh... Yeah... Pass me my clothes?" Dolly sputtered as she was preoccupied watching Sam dress. Strangely she felt more embarrassed dressing in front of him than undressing. The first thing she grabbed was her dress and, while still seated, pulled it over her head covering herself. Sam reached over and zipped it up for her, which surprised and pleased her. She was going to grab her panties, but didn't see them. "Where are my panties?" she half spoke to herself. Dolly looked up to see them balled up in Sam's hand. "Can I... um... keep them as sort of a memento?" he asked softly. "That would mean I wouldn't be wearing any," Dolly commented. Sam smiled and nodded. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" Sam shook his head. Dolly pondered for a moment before saying, "You owe me. I'll let you have them, but I want something in return. I don't know what yet, but I'll think of something," she conditioned as she put her shoes on. "Deal!" Sam grinned as he shoved the panties into his pocket. "Ready to go?" "Yeah," Dolly answered as both stood up. Sam went to the ladder and started climbing down first. "I get it... You just want to see me again," she laughed as she stepped on the ladder. "Get a good look, but please don't try and look when we leave, OK?" Sam, of course agreed. Sam reached the floor, but stayed at the ladder. Dolly knew he was looking at her. It made her feel sexy, daring, and strangely "older". She stopped and moved her feet so they were at the edge of each side of the ladder. Sam could see everything. Dolly was surprised her body reacted the way it did. She liked him seeing. "You need to move so I can get down," Dolly giggled. Sam seemed reluctant to move, but did anyway. Once on the floor, Dolly turned to face him. "What would you do if I lifted up your dress right now?" Sam chuckled. "Try it and see," Dolly challenged as a smile formed on her face. Sam paused, then reached out slowly grabbing the sides of her dress, not sure what she was going to do. Dolly just stood there. Sam began bunching her dress up with his hands, slowly easing it up, but Dolly still did nothing. Still unsure what her reaction would be, but encouraged, he slowly lifted more until the bottom of her dress was at her waist; her pussy completely exposed. Dolly didn't understand it, but she liked him looking. She brought her right hand forward to the bulge on his pants and began rubbing his stiff cock through his pants. Sam moved his hand to the center of her dress, just holding it with one hand. His free hand touched her naked pussy. As much as she longed for his touch, she was afraid of being caught. She jumped back, away from him. "I didn't say you could touch me," she giggled, even though it was exactly what she wanted. "We gotta get back to the others. Would you be mad if I asked for my panties back? I know I said you could have them, but if someone sees I'm bare under my dress, like if it blows up or something, I'll be in big trouble and since I'm with you, so will you. I'll wear pants tomorrow and I promise I'll give you the panties I'm wearing then, OK?" Sam reached into his pocket and held out the panties. She took them and slipped them on. "Thanks," she smiled. Chapter 4 The sun was setting as Sam and Dolly left the barn. They circled around the house before joining the others, not taking the chance that someone would see they coming from the barn. It was like controlled confusion as everyone was preparing areas to sleep. Some were in tents, a few were sleeping in the house, and Dolly and her family had a camper. Unfortunately Dolly's bed was a bunk that dropped down over her parent's bed. It gave her a separate space with curtains her mother had added for her – sort of. Normally she would finger herself to orgasm, but there was no way she could do that tonight with her parents right under her. She did put a finger in, examining herself though. Everything seemed like it always was, even though a lot had change since the previous night. When she awoke, she found her parents were already up and there was a note on the table for her to come to the house for breakfast. Dolly opened her suitcase, pulled out jeans and a top, then remembered what she had told Sam. She looked over the panties she had brought. There was a pink pair, her favorite, which she didn't want to give him. Instead she chose a blue pair. They were nice, but she wasn't crazy over them. To her blue was for boys and she hardly ever wore blue. Now dressed, she headed for the house. The kitchen was like a busy restaurant. Her mother was at the stove and noticed her walk in. "Here... enjoy," she told Dolly as she handed her a plate. She saw Sam at the table, so sat in the empty chair next to him. He smiled when he saw her. "No dress today," he chuckled. Dolly grinned. "Wearing my panties?" he leaned over and whispered. "Shhh..." Dolly blushed. "...and yes. Want to go up to the creek on the other side of the pasture today?" she suggested "Sure," Sam smiled back. "Maybe we can go swimming." The two ate quickly, then slipped out. This time they made no effort to hide as they headed toward the pasture. It was nice. There were woods on either side of the pasture providing shade. They walked leisurely chatting as they went. On the far side of the pasture were woods. The place on the creek where they were going was a short distance into the woods, even though the creek meandered through the open pasture. Dolly could remember, when there were more horses, they would drink from the creek. It only took a few minutes to get to their spot. It was grassy with no trees growing, for some reason. They used to swim here. The creek was about 3 feet deep and it widened at this spot. "Do you want to... um... fool around?" Dolly asked. Of course Sam nodded enthusiastically. Dolly, anxious for a repeat performance of yesterday, unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper, revealing her blue panties. "Like 'em?" she grinned. Before Sam could answer, they heard a twig snap. Dolly quickly pulled her zipper back up and rebuttoned her jeans. "Hi," Sam said and Dolly quickly turned around to see Jill approaching them. She was the next oldest girl after Dolly; about a year and a half younger. "What are you doing here?" snapped Dolly. "I didn't feel like playing kids' games and I heard you say you were coming out here, so I thought I'd come too. What are we going to do?" Jill explained. "I don't know... Did you want to do something?" Sam answered. "We could go in the creek... maybe swim," Jill suggested. Dolly was furious. The last thing she wanted was Jill there. "Yeah, right! We have our suits in our pocket!" she snapped. "...or did you plan on skinny dipping? Oh, that's right. You're too little for that!" "No I'm not! Me and my friends go skinny dipping all the time," Jill countered. "Uh-huh... Well, this isn't your little girlfriends. In case you haven't noticed, Sam is a boy," Dolly mocked. "My friends are girls AND boys!" Jill exaggerated. Actually she had only done it once. Her and two friends had been out. One of the girl's brother had bumped into them. Somehow the topic of discussion got around to swimming naked. The girl dared her brother to go swimming with them – all naked. He agreed! The brother and sister began undressing, goating the others to join them. In no time the brother, sister, and other girl were all naked and waded into the water. Jill stood there still wearing her panties. After some mocking and a lot of encouragement, Jill finally dropped her panties and joined the others. The whole incident lasted maybe 15 minutes before the brother said he was going and all dressed again. "Oh, so you and your girlfriends... and boys, go skinny dipping all the time, huh?" questioned Dolly again, to which Jill nodded confidently. "OK then, let's do it. You get naked first and then we will, if you dare to," Dolly challenged. "What if she does?" Sam whispered to Dolly. "She won't," Dolly answered. Much to her surprise, though, Jill pulled her tee over her head, revealing her boy chest, then unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. Slowly and nervously she pushed on them, letting them fall. She stared at the ground, not moving, but just standing in a pair of pink polka dot panties. "Change your mind?" Dolly mocked. "Fine!" Jill snapped as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pushed them down so they puddled on top of her pants, which were around her ankles. "There! Now you do it!" Jill blurted. Both Dolly and Sam were astonished. Neither expected her to actually do it. Dolly, after all her teasing and mocking, felt she had no choice now and began unbuttoning her top. Dolly's top fell to the ground and her jeans dropped. Sam still hadn't moved. "You gonna get undressed? Sorry I got you into this," Dolly whispered to Sam. Sam reluctantly began undressing too. Dolly watched Jill as she stared at Sam's still covered crotch. She noticed that Jill had moved her hands so they were now covering her pussy and she seemed to be shifting nervously. Jill's eyes widened as Sam's jeans dropped, revealing the bulge in his underwear. Dolly glanced over and was surprised to see Sam wasn't hard. Dolly slipped her panties off and, noticing Sam was really nervous as his underwear dropped, said, "Come on, Sam, let's go into the water." The two waded out until they were waist deep, then turned to see Jill still standing with her hands in front of her crotch and looking at the ground now. "Sorry I got you into this mess. Are you mad at me?" Dolly whispered to Sam and he shook his head. "You coming in?" Dolly scowled at Jill. Jill walked in the water up to her knees, keeping her hands in front of her. "It's kinda cold," she muttered. Dolly realized it wasn't the water that was cold, it was Jill. "If you want, you can go back," Dolly offered. Jill turned and walked to her clothes. "Wait," Dolly ordered and Jill turned to face her. "You saw Sam and he didn't cover himself. Move your hands so he can see you. It's only fair." Jill hung her head as she slowly brought her hands to her sides. "OK... Here's the deal. You weren't with us, you didn't see us, and you don't know where we are. If you say anything to anyone, I'll tell them it was all your idea, you stripped, and made us strip too." "I won't say anything," Jill mumbled as she quickly dressed and ran off without even tying her shoes. Dolly waded out of the water with Sam following. "Sorry, I didn't think she'd do it," she apologized to Sam again. "It's OK," Sam comforted. "Well, at least you got to see another naked girl," Dolly smiled. "Why aren't you hard?" she asked as her hand reached out. Almost as soon as she touched his limp cock, it began to stiffen. "Well, why weren't you hard?" she giggled. Sam reached for Dolly's pussy without answering. "Go make sure she's gone," Dolly requested. "OK," Sam sighed as he reached for his clothes. "I dare you to go naked," Dolly grinned. Sam grinned and nodded before he crept off hunched down. Dolly picked out what seemed to be a soft spot on the grass and sat waiting for him to return. It seemed like only a minute had passed when he walked back up to her. "She's half way across the pasture," he informed her as he sat down next to her. She looked over and saw him still hard. Slowly she leaned back onto her elbows and stretched her legs out. "Wanna fool around?" she whispered as her legs parted. Sam wasted no time moving between her legs. She felt his stiff cock on her belly. As she had yesterday, she reached down between them and Sam lifted slightly. Dolly grabbed his cock aiming it as her pussy. "OK," she murmured and he pushed forward. It made her wince slightly. She was more sore than she thought from the day before, but he still felt nice inside her. Sam immediately began pumping. Dolly was already wet, but still a bit raw. It wasn't long before Sam grunted, pushed in, and she felt more comfortable. He had obviously cum, but was still hard. "Don't stop!" she encouraged. Sam started pumping again. The added lubrication of his cum was all she needed and Dolly erupted. For the second time she had gotten fucked and climaxed. She had been having orgasms for almost a year now, by herself, but this way was so much better. Sam shot his load for a second time, then rolled off of her. Neither moved for a while. Dolly had her eyes closed, savoring the pleasure her body gave her. She could feel cum oozing from her pussy and down her ass crack, but she didn't care. She didn't care that she was completely naked, her legs still parted, and Sam was right next to her. Two day ago she would have died from embarrassment, but now she almost hoped he was looking at her. As her body settled, she became more aware of his cum drooling from her pussy and she also needed to pee. Rather than just squat behind a bush or something equally as crude, Dolly decided to wade into the water so she could clean off too. "Be right back," she mumbled as she stood and walked into the water. Afraid he may be able to tell she was peeing, she kept her back to him. It only took a short time to accomplish her tasks and she turned to walk out of the water again. "You got a cute butt," Sam commented. He was propped up on his elbows watching her. His comment made her blush slightly, but she stopped and stood knee deep in the water, letting him look. He was naked too, his limp cock now drooping between his parted legs. He made no attempt to hide from her. It made her feel special and somewhat grown up. "I don't have much to show yet," she said, attempting to pass off his compliment. "I like your body," Sam replied. "Thanks. I like yours too," she blushed.

Bethany's Clitoris by Ashley Copyright© 2023 by Ashley I guess it came on fairly gradually. Bethany would start fidgeting and I’d often have to tell her to sit still, or I’d ask her something and she would completely miss it, making me have to repeat myself all the time. Then her schoolwork started to suffer. All the signs were there I suppose: difficulty concentrating, restiveness. My mind went straight to the same place that I’m sure yours is going right now: ADHD - Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder. It was the poor results of her end-of-year exams that finally convinced me that something was really wrong. I made an appointment with Caroline Archer, who’d been our family practitioner for years. We’d hit it off almost as soon as we met and I’ll freely admit to having a little crush on her. She was about my age, possibly a little younger, with a mass of black wavy hair, beautiful, expressive dark eyes, and a somewhat fuller figure than my own. I wasn’t normally attracted to women but there was something about her that my body just reacted to. I’d had a phase when I was about fifteen experimenting with my best friend Samantha. We’d spent ages practicing kissing together and there had been quite a lot of fondling as well. Occasionally I’d tried to sneak my hands inside her clothes but, much to my disappointment, she would gently move them away. Then, after a few boyfriends, I’d met Andy and that was that for me and other men ... or women. Well, until he up and left Bethany and me three years ago that is, and even then I’d never gotten back in the game. It also didn’t hurt that Caroline was very sensitive when it came to my regular pap smear test. It was her that caught my increased risk as an ex-smoker and insisted on six-monthly check-ups. As well as warming and lubing the speculum she always very gently applied some to my lips and vagina which made the whole thing a lot less unpleasant. In all the time we’d spent together she’d never mentioned a husband and I secretly harbored a hope that one day she might seduce me. Bethany and I went along two days later and first, she asked Bethany a whole lot of general health questions and then asked her to strip and put on a robe for a physical exam. Beth got a bit agitated at that, understandably I guess, but Caroline was very good with her and finally, it went ahead with Beth lying on the examination couch. I stood up by my daughter’s head and held her hand while Caroline examined her. I was watching the doctor’s face when it came to the pelvic exam, and she did her best to hide it, but a definite look of surprise flashed across her features before she got herself back under control. I was a little concerned but also intrigued, and I shuffled down the couch until I could see my daughter’s genitals. It was very hard not to gasp out loud: her whole pussy was somewhat red and inflamed and was also clearly wet but that was not what had affected me so much. Her clitoral glans was protruding from its hood and it was ... well, what I could see was almost the size of the tip of my little finger and it was very erect! I patted Beth’s hand as she was beginning to grip mine rather tightly. “I can see that you’re a little inflamed down here Bethany, has this been bothering you,” Caroline asked softly. The affirmative squeak from her was almost inaudible. “Let me just say that you are perfectly normal. These things come in all shapes and sizes and there is nothing wrong with you at all.” “K.” was the tiny response from my daughter. “I know it’s very sensitive but would it be alright if I examined it a little more closely?” “S.” I couldn’t help but notice that Beth’s hips moved slightly as the doctor pulled back the hood to expose the full length of Beth’s clitoris. It was well over an inch long and ... well ... I thought it was beautiful. My daughter’s hand was gripping mine like a vice now and her breathing was rapid and ragged. Mentally I was full of concern for my baby girl having to deal with this throbbing between her legs every day, but physically I couldn’t help my body’s response which was my own clit swelling and throbbing. The doctor allowed her clit hood to slip back and then got a small ruler from a drawer and measured the length of it, I guessed so that she could monitor any future change in size. When she was done she pulled the robe down to cover her legs. “That’s it.” she said brightly. “if you’d like to get dressed again now Bethany and go to the waiting room I’ll have a quick word with your mother. We waited until she had left the room. “Well Sarah, I think we both know what’s been bothering Bethany and obviously the good news is that she doesn’t have ADHD. I see no other indications of infection or hormonal imbalance, and I believe she’s just in the top percentile for clitoral size,” she said, which was very reassuring. “At fourteen she’s not fully developed so things may get a little more difficult for her yet.” “Good grief,” I replied very quietly. “Indeed,” Caroline agreed equally softly. “There’s nothing wrong with her of course, and it’s just a case of managing the situation as best we can. I recommend loose-fitting clothing and the softest underclothes you can find. If you could bring her back in say a week and we’ll review the situation.” “OK. Thank you, Caroline,” I said and left. As soon as I got out of the surgery I kicked myself for not at least having an inkling of what had been going on. I’d noticed that Beth’s panties had regularly had signs of ... shall we say discharges, but I hadn’t connected that with her behavioral problems. I just thought it was a healthy young girl’s budding young body doing what it was intended to. As soon as we got home I gave her a big, long hug. “I’m sorry you couldn’t tell me what the problem was darling.” I said to her gently.” “I’m sorry too Mom. I thought that I was some kind of a freak,” she whispered back. I thought my heart would break and I hugged her even tighter. “No baby, you’re absolutely perfect.” We both burst into tears and clung to each other until we’d recovered. “Let’s go on the computer and buy you some new things shall we?” I said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Not really knowing what would work best we bought a selection of panties in different materials for her to try, and also some pretty pleated A-line skirts which seemed to be about as loose as you could get. Most of it arrived the next day and she seemed delighted by her new skirts and I left it to her to try the panties out. A little later she came down wearing just a pair of plain white cotton panties and a vest. “These are the best Mom,” she told me, standing right in front of me. I looked down at them and her clit was clearly visible through the thin material but that didn’t matter at all, as long as they were comfortable. “OK sweetheart, I’ll buy lots more of those then.” Generally speaking, Beth was a bit better that week. Whether it was down to the relief of knowing that she wasn’t abnormal or whether it was the new clothing I wasn’t sure. I asked her how it was going and she seemed kind of reluctant to talk about it. We went back to see Caroline a week later and Beth was very agitated all the way there. Again I held her hand as Caroline examined her and Beth could hardly keep still. If anything her clit looked even more distended than the previous time. I was disgusted with myself for the way my body reacted to seeing her puffy little, almost bald vulva with her clit poking out between her tiny lips. Before measuring its length again she softly drew the hood back and forth a few times and it caused her clit to swell a little more. “Beth, do you touch yourself down here to make yourself feel good?” Caroline asked her softly. “Sometimes,” Beth whispered her face turning bright red. “Do you find that it helps?” “Not really.” “Hold on just a second I want to speak to your Mom.” She drew me out from behind the screen and over to the other side of her office. “I think it might help Bethany if she was shown how to masturbate,” she said looking at me closely to judge my reaction. I wasn’t shocked but I must admit I was a little surprised. “OK...?” I replied, uncertain as to where this was going. “I’m happy to do it now but if you would prefer to do it at home?” My already tingling pussy clenched at the prospect of seeing her masturbate my little girl. “I think it would be better if you did it,” I told her without daring to examine my motives too closely. “You could wait in the--” “No, no. I think I should be there.” I interrupted, maybe a little too quickly. “OK. Good,” she said with a little smile. On the way back she got a tube of lubricant from a drawer. Bethany was still patiently lying on the examination table and I went to her side and held her hand hoping that she wouldn’t feel the way mine were trembling. “What I’d like to do now Bethany is to show you how to make yourself feel really good, which should give you some relief from the feelings you’ve been having. Would that be OK?. I will have to touch you down here.” she said, indicating her groin. “OK,” Bethany replied, looking quite excited and very interested. “Now this should feel very nice but if anything should hurt tell me straight away. OK?” Beth nodded. Caroline opened the lubricant and put a little on the end of her finger then very gently took Beth’s clitoral hood in her fingers and pulled it back exposing almost an inch of her erect clitoris. Beth gasped and jumped slightly. “Is this OK?” Caroline asked her. “Yes.” Beth squeaked in response, and then gripped my hand painfully tightly as Caroline smeared the lubricant all over it. I perched on the edge of the couch and held Beth to my breasts as Caroline held her hood and jerked her like it was a little cock. She came very, very quickly, burying her head in my chest and squeaking incredibly cutely. I had to suppress a wicked thought that it would be so much better if my boobs were naked. She stood up and tenderly patted Bethany’s pussy dry with a tissue. I unwrapped my daughter from my arms and looked at her face. She looked blissfully euphoric and relaxed. “I’d like you to do something for me, Bethany,” Caroline began. “I’d like you to keep a note of how long it is after having a climax like that before you start to feel excited again. Would you do that for me?” “Yes, Doctor.” “Please, call me Caroline.” “OK, Caroline.” She handed me the tube of lubricant. “You will need to experiment a little to find the optimum frequency. It would probably be best if you supervise at least the first few times.” I gulped but nodded my assent. “If you could make an appointment to come back at the same time next week?” “OK, thanks very much, Caroline.” We went to leave but as I ushered Bethany out of the door she turned back and squeezed past me. I turned around and watched as she went back to Caroline and kissed her softly on the lips. “Thank you Doc-- er, Caroline,” she said with a bashful smile and then skipped out past me again. I looked at Caroline and saw the same tears building in her eyes that were misting my own. We got home and about an hour and a half later, as we were having dinner, Beth started to fidget. “Is it getting uncomfortable baby?” I asked her. “Yes, Mommy.” ““Make a note in your diary,” I told her. “and finish your dinner then we’ll go upstairs and make you feel all better.” As soon as we got into her room she took off her panties and let out a big sigh. “It would probably be best if you didn’t bother with those around the house,” I suggested. She smiled at me and I could almost feel her relief. I fetched a clean fluffy towel and tried to ignore the shaking of my hands as I laid it out on her bed. She took off her skirt and lay down on the towel. I sat on the far side of the bed looking at her distended clitoris poking out proudly between her puffy labia and felt my own clit swelling. I handed her the silicone gel and she put a good amount onto her fingertip and then looked over at me questioningly. “You need to check if I’m doing it properly Mommy, you can’t see from over there,” she said a little sharply, and she patted the bed beside her. I slid over a little closer but she still wasn’t happy. “No, here!” she said insistently. I lay on my front with my head where she indicated and nearly swooned as her aroma assailed my nostrils, it was beautiful: fresher and less musky than my own but with a wonderful earthy sweetness that seemed to connect directly with some ancient, animal part of my brain. I had to keep swallowing because my mouth was watering so much as I watched my baby girl pull back the hood and cover her pulsing clit with the gel. “Is this right?” she asked a little nervously. “It’s perfect sweetie,” I told her, nibbling on my lower lip and resisting the strong temptation to put a hand under my body and press on my maddening clit. She’d clearly been paying attention because she then used two fingers to slide her hood back and forth over her glans. My mind was now stuck on a permanent loop, like a stuck needle on a record, imagining what it would be like to take her clit between my lips and suck hard on it until my baby screamed with joy. “You’re doing great Beth, really great,” I said encouragingly while pushing my groin as hard into the bed as I dared to get a little relief of my own. I was vaguely aware that her breathing was getting faster and faster and her hips were grinding and pumping more urgently. But then, after a while, I realized that she seemed to have stalled. “It was much nicer when Caroline did it.” Bethany gasped. I looked up at her face and it was all red and frustrated. “Do you think you could...? “I’m not sure that I should...” I said looking back at her shiny glans and feeling completely torn. “Please Mommy!” she begged and took her hand away leaving it trembling and pulsing. In a daze, I put some lube on my fingers and then ever so gently took it between my fingertips. “Yes!” Bethany cried out almost instantly and thrust her hips at my fingers causing her glans to rub between them. “Yes, Mommy, that’s it! Oh God yes!” Her whole little body was shuddering and shaking as she used my fingers to masturbate herself. “That’s a good girl,” I whispered, stroking her tummy with my other hand soothingly. My own cunt was absolutely on fire and I could barely think for the desperate messages it was sending to my befuddled brain. I cuddled her until her trembling ceased and her breathing returned to normal and then somehow I managed to clean her up. “Do you think you could try and do some homework now darling?” I asked her, kissing her on the top of her head. “Mommy’s going to have a little lie-down.” “OK Mommy, I’ll try.” As soon as I got into my room and shut the door I fell onto the bed and pulled my own panties off. They were a soggy mess and I tossed them across the room. I had to stifle the groan of relief when I could finally stroke my poor neglected pussy for fear that Bethany would hear me. I was so desperate that it took just a few vigorous rubs over my clit while I plunged two fingers up into my cunt to bring me to such an earth-shattering climax that it bent me double as it ripped through my whole body. Afterwards, I lay on my back cupping my still-tingling sex, wondering how the hell I was going to cope if keeping my little girl sane and functional was going to have this effect on me every time. Bethany had fallen well behind at school so I sat down with her and we worked out a schedule that would bring her back up to where she should have been before they broke up. Of course that relied on us being able to keep her levels of concentration somewhere near normal. She wasn’t too happy about having to spend so much of her summer break working, but she understood that she had to make up the ground or she’d be in trouble when she went back. She took to wearing short, pleated tennis skirts around the house as they seemed the most comfortable for her. What with her wearing no panties it did mean that I got regular glimpses of her naked ass, her puffy pussy, and her amazing clitoris, all of which left me in an almost permanent state of arousal. It also meant that she sometimes left a little ... wetness on the seats behind her. While cleaning them up her sweet, heady smell would enflame me even further and I would breathe it in deeply before finally wiping it up. It made me so ashamed but I couldn’t help myself. Then one time there was a creamy puddle and, before I could stop myself, I dipped my finger in and then tasted it. My head swam as the gorgeous tart but sweet flavor flooded my mouth. I was truly shocked at what I’d done: but spending so much of my day thinking about Beth’s sex was clearly having an effect on me. I resolved to try harder and cleaned the rest up with a cloth. During our next appointment, while Bethany was changing into a gown, I showed her diary to Caroline. “OK, it’s very encouraging that a sexual release gives Bethany up to two hours of relief,” she said when she’d looked over the results. Bethany hopped up onto the couch and Caroline went through her normal exam, leaving the pelvic to the end. “I’m just going to make you fully erect before I take the latest measurement,” she said to Bethany very softly. Beth made a low humming noise as she gently squeezed and rubbed her clit hood. “I know it will make it uncomfortable for a moment but I’ll make it better very soon.” When she was satisfied that it was at its maximum length she took her measurement and then looked up at me. “Of course, the gentlest and most effective method of release is with the lips and tongue,” she said matter-of-factly. “would you like me to demonstrate?” I couldn’t speak and looked at Beth who nodded very vigorously. “If you don’t mind...?” I replied, hardly believing what I was saying. Caroline got a small wheely stool and moved between Beth’s legs. I held my breath as her mouth approached my baby’s clit and she lifted herself up on her elbows so she could watch as well. To begin with, she formed her tongue into a tube and simply slid it around Bethany’s glans. I could feel my daughter tremble as Caroline moved her head back and forth softly teasing the tip, and Beth’s breathing became faster and faster. I could feel myself swelling and moistening as I watched on with, to be brutally honest, pure jealousy. When she judged the moment to be right she enveloped Bethany’s whole clit with her lips and I could see by the hollows of her cheeks that she was sucking quite hard. Bethany’s hips began to bounce on the bed as her climax rapidly approached. I squeezed her around the shoulders. “That’s a good girl,” I whispered to her. “let it all go, sweetie.” I was squeezing my thighs together while clenching my whole groin and I wasn’t too far from cumming myself watching possibly the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Holding my daughter as she came was strangely beautiful. I could feel each tremor in her muscles as the waves of her climax washed over her time and again. I couldn’t help another surge of envy as Caroline’s tongue slid between Bethany’s lips lapping up any juices that were there. She saw me looking and, although for obvious reasons I couldn’t see her mouth, her eyes smiled up at me. My next thought hit me like a hammer blow: of course, Caroline was expecting me to follow her example and use this technique myself! I was instantly wet and instantly ashamed that the thought of helping my baby girl that way turned me on so very much. ---------------------------------------------------- It was a little after two hours after we got home that Bethany came and found me sitting at the kitchen table. Without a word, she lifted her skirt and showed me her clit, which was once again erect. I’d been thinking about this moment ever since we’d been to see Caroline but imagining it finally inside my mouth had me almost dribbling. In my mind, I’d imagined how this all would go when the eventual moment finally arrived. I’d considered going upstairs and lying her on a towel again but, to be honest, it felt like a waste of time. Both of us knew what was going to happen. My darling girl was in need and the last thing I thought she’d want was a big song and dance to be made about it. I gave her a warm smile and felt my whole body tremble. “OK sweetie,” I said as cheerfully and nonchalantly as I could, kneeling down in front of her. I’d never been quite this close, just a few inches away, and it really was a thing of beauty: her bright pink glans was shiny and tight, standing proud from its soft hood and it twitched needily as she anticipated what I was about to do. As my sweet Bethany looked down at me, I took my first lingering lick. She moaned quietly, her little hands softly stroking my hair, as her beautiful essence filled my mouth. It felt and tasted just as good as it looked, and my pussy began to leak down my trembling thighs. I suckled it gently between my lips and teased the bulbous, pulsing tip with my tongue. Beth’s moans became louder and her fingers in my hair more urgent. I cupped her beautiful, silky soft bottom in my hands and pulled her tight against my lips, taking the whole of her pulsing clit inside my hungry mouth, sucking gently while my tongue curled around the precious tip. “Oh, that’s perfect Mommy,” I heard her croon, which made my heart sing. “please don’t stop doing that.” I kept up my gentle suction and licking while I fondled her little ass. Her adorable, little round ass that clenched so delightfully as I orally cared for my angel. “I’m going to cum Mommy,” she gasped, and her fingers in my hair became painful, but I was lost in a fog of utter lust and nothing on earth would have stopped me until I’d helped my baby to reach her much-needed climax. She almost collapsed, such was the intensity of her orgasm, but I held her up with my hands gripping her trembling bottom for dear life and my mouth glued to her delicious sex. “That was just the best Mommy,” she cried happily and dropped to her knees, kissing me. Her mouth was open wide and she forced her eager tongue into my mouth as if she was desperate to taste herself. It was another irrevocable line that we crossed but it was only one of so very many and I crossed it joyously. When we finally broke the kiss we stood up and I patted her on her little tushie. Somehow, the responsible parent inside of me raised its head, looking to re-establish some form of structure amidst the incestuous madness that had just taken place. “Did you finish today’s work?” I asked her, and she made a face but went on up to her room. As Bethany scurried off, I couldn’t help but realize just how wet I’d become: the simple fact was that helping my baby girl was turning me on far more than it should. I got a phone call from Caroline during the week suggesting that maybe home visits would be more comfortable for Bethany. I agreed immediately and she came around the next day. We all went up to my bedroom and Bethany needed no instruction to get undressed. Caroline went through the same procedure as before: stimulating Bethany’s clit before measuring it, by which time my daughter’s chest was heaving and she was decidedly red in the face. “Very good,” she announced. “sorry about that Bethany, but it is necessary to get an accurate measurement.” Then she gestured towards her now trembling clitoris. “Should I?” she asked Bethany. “Yes please Caroline,” she replied politely. Caroline climbed between her legs and covered her whole vulva with her mouth causing my daughter to thrust her hips in ecstasy. I was standing behind Caroline and the way she was kneeling had caused her skirt to ride right up. I was surprised and delighted to see that she too had no panties on and her pussy was peeking out beneath it! She had a beautiful, freshly shaven vulva with neat and already glistening inner lips. I watched mesmerized as she wriggled her ass around, sometimes causing those lips to open giving me delicious views of her pretty pink vagina. I don’t know what came over me and I just reached out and stroked a finger between those velvety lips. I had a moment of panic when I realized what I’d done but Caroline just pushed herself back against my hand to increase the pressure. Emboldened, I slipped a finger inside her and was amazed at how tightly her pussy muscles gripped it. She must have a pelvic floor to die for, I thought, but then she relaxed and seemed to be inviting another finger, and who was I to refuse? Soon both Caroline and my daughter were making happy mewling noises and my other hand went up my own skirt and down the front of my panties. I was incredibly wet and a few long strokes brought me near to my peak. In my lust-crazed state, I abandoned my own hungry cunt and flipped up Caroline’s skirt. My whole groin lurched as I saw her precious pink asshole winking at me, and I pounced, lapping furiously at it and thrusting the tip of my tongue inside. When Caroline came she kept almost crushing my fingers and then I heard the familiar gasping high-pitched cries of Beth cumming. I couldn’t believe what I’d done as I stared at Caroline’s still fluttering asshole and dripping pussy. When she turned around I felt ashamed at the gross liberties I’d taken with her body. “I’m soooo sorry,” I said, close to tears. “I don--”. The rest was cut off as she covered my mouth with hers and ravished it with her tongue, which reduced my already fragile body to trembling jelly. She gently rolled me onto my back and parted my robe. I tried to cover my nakedness with my hands because Bethany was still there, but Caroline’s soft, insistent hands were all over me, stroking my resistance away. She snuggled up beside me, gradually working her kisses to my neck and down to my breasts. She softly kissed my hard nipples before biting one, causing just the right amount of pain to make me gasp with pleasure. I closed my eyes and gave myself to her wonderful care, marveling at how aroused she could make me with just her lips and hands on my breasts. I knew my hips were moving lewdly now and that Bethany would see, but there was nothing I could do to stop them. My cunt was a hot mess of need and I lifted my ass off the bed and parted my legs, begging for some relief. It took a few seconds for my brain to register that both of my nipples were being sucked at the same time and my eyes flew open to see my baby girl with her mouth attached to me! She shouldn’t be doing that to her mother! I thought frantically, but then I couldn’t suppress the guttural moan that escaped my lips as Caroline rubbed my cunt quite brutally and such thoughts were gone in a haze of lust and need. She was the first person, other than myself, to touch me down there in years, and it nearly blew my mind how much better it felt. Somehow Caroline sensed that what I needed more than anything else was something rammed into my vagina, and my moans became shrieks as she pushed three and then four fingers up inside me. With both of them sucking hard on my nipples and Caroline frigging me mercilessly I came ridiculously hard, crushing them to my body and cumming all over Caroline’s probing fingers. When I came down from my high we must have lain there for a good fifteen minutes, just luxuriating in a wonderful sense of closeness and blissfulness. Finally, Caroline broke the spell, standing up and smoothing down her skirt, all business again. “How’s the clitoris Bethany?” she asked in her best Doctor’s serious voice. Beth looked down and then back up with a shy smile and said one of the most adorable things I’d ever heard, “It’s fast asleep.” “Excellent.” Caroline said happily. “truly excellent.” and then kissed us both softly on the lips. “I’ll see you at the same time next week,” she said fondly, before picking up her bag and letting herself out. I took my gorgeous, darling daughter into my arms and we just lay together, both utterly happy and utterly satiated, at least for the time being. It may have been silly of me but I went online and bought myself a clit pump. I just wanted to get some idea of what Bethany was going through and my own was a fairly normal size. It was basically a short, clear plastic tube that fitted over the clitoral area with a hand pump to provide the suction. I chose a time when Beth was studying and tried it in my bedroom. Just the anticipation meant that I was fairly aroused before I started, and I was very tentative at first. I was astonished how even a few light pumps made my clit swell and darken as the low pressure caused it to engorge with blood and become more erect. It felt incredible, just like it was being sucked, but I panicked a bit when it filled the tube. I quickly removed it and was honestly relieved when it returned to a more normal size. I actually jumped when I touched my glans with the tip of my finger: it had made it so much more sensitive! I tried again several times, pumping a little more each time until my clit was nearly three times its normal size and incredibly sensitive. At this point, I tried walking around my room and I found that my labia were basically massaging my engorged clit at each step. With a new appreciation for Bethany’s plight, I repeated the test but this time wearing panties. I had to stop: the sensation of the material against my now super-sensitive clit was just too much for me to bear! I took them off and lay back on the bed, watching as my clit slowly turned back to something like normal. I was very, very turned on and wanted to try it again, this time fully intending to make good use of all that lovely sensitivity. I’d just got it so that my clit was so pumped it was crying out to be loved when the door opened. I started to cover myself up but there was no hiding the paraphernalia attached to my pussy. Bethany walked over to the bed and stared at my red and swollen clit in the plastic tube in amazement. “I’m sorry sweetie, I just wanted to understand what you were going through,” I told her. “And how does it feel?” “I need to touch it so much,” I confessed. She smiled ruefully at me and lifted her little skirt. Her clit was as swollen and engorged as I’d ever seen it. The feeling in my clit was getting too much for me and I had to release the pressure and take it off, leaving my clit trembling and throbbing and about the size of the tip of my little finger. “That’s about right,” she said and then straddled my hips. “that’s exactly what I feel most of the time.” “What are you doing sweetie?” I asked her, panicking. “They both want to be touched so doesn’t this make sense,” she explained perfectly reasonably, while rotating her hips causing our clits to rub together in the most heart-stopping beautiful way. Our juices mingled and the sensations from my clit were unbelievably intense. “I’ll feel better and you’ll feel better,” she explained further, rubbing more and more urgently. I knew that there was a very good reason why we shouldn’t do this but I just couldn’t remember what it was for the life of me. I came first, gasping and squeaking and then Bethany came too and I felt a dribble of liquid flow over my pussy as she did. We held each other tight and, as the blood stopped pounding in my head, the realization of what I’d allowed to happen hit me like a ton of bricks. I was just about to try to explain to her why we couldn’t do it again when she whispered into my ear, “That was the best yet Mommy.” and the words dried up on my tongue. She came up to me much later when I was preparing dinner. “Mommy, I’ve only just started to feel ... you know ... and it’s been nearly three hours - that’s the longest yet! It became our routine on weekdays that after dinner I would take Bethany by the hand and lead her into the lounge. I’d sit her down on the couch and then kneel between her legs. Try as I might I could never suppress the shiver of raw pleasure that I felt as I lifted her short pleated skirt and saw her incredible clitoris. I would carefully arrange my feet so that my cunt was resting on my heel. That way, as I sucked and licked her glans, waiting to hear her beautiful girly squeals of delight, I could rock gently back and forth. I told myself it wasn’t masturbating, I was simply doing it to relieve a little of the intense need I felt down there. Similarly, when I licked up any juices that had leaked from her it was simply the easiest way to clean her up. Afterward, I would go to my room for a little ‘lie down’ while Beth did her assignments for that day. Initially, I would clamp my arm between my thighs, pressing hard against my inevitably wet and madly tingling pussy until it quietened down. But more recently I’d sometimes given in and savagely frigged myself while I savored the taste and the memory of her clit in my mouth. One day I was lying there already pantyless, but still fighting with my conscience, when there was a soft knock on my door. I called her in and she walked towards the bed with my clit pump in her hand, looking a little guilty. “I just wanted to try it,” she explained, not looking me in the eye. I lifted her skirt and inhaled sharply: it was bigger and shinier and more gorgeous than ever! “Mom, could you ... could you use this on yourself again?” “Bethany...” I tried to resist but, as if knowing how precariously I was balanced, she reached down and began to jerk her clit hood back and forth. “It felt so good, Mommy. I wanna feel it again!” “Oh honey, I ... I don’t know...” “It felt good, didn’t it Mommy? You orgasmed too!” Oh, how did I orgasm! The mere thought of my baby girl, impassioned and rubbing her incredible clit against my engorged lady parts, scared me with how wildly stimulating it had all been. I feared that soon there would be no going back. I was becoming a slave to the hedonistic appetites of my teenaged nymph of a daughter, whose needs I found myself powerless to deny. What kind of mother was I? A pussy-addicted, incestuous hot mess. That’s what I’d all too easily become and I both loved and hated myself for it. I lifted my skirt and opened my thighs, beckoning Bethany to come and apply the plastic tube to my swollen and waiting wet clit. I watched her eyes glimmer with anticipation as she began squeezing the pump and my clit began to grow. I couldn’t hold back my groans as the maddening sensations took over my body. “Bethany...” I whispered as my clit grew beyond what I’d dared, but she seemed not to hear me. “Bethany!” I repeated more urgently as she showed no signs of stopping. Finally, I had to put my hand over hers, and even then she gave it one final squeeze before relenting. My clit now nearly filled the length of the tube and it was bright red. I broke the seal at once and looked on in amazement at the size of it: almost the size of my thumb! “Oh, Mommy, it’s so beautiful!” she cried out and lay down next to me so that she could get a closer look. I could feel her hot breath on my now intensely sensitive clit and I wriggled down the bed trying to distance it from her lips. Not happy, she straddled me, her darling cunt inches from my face, and before I could protest, I felt her suck my stunningly sensitive glans into her mouth. All rational thought fled my mind as the most delightful sensations I’d ever known overwhelmed it. Now driven purely by lust my mouth attached itself to her clit I ravished it, echoing what she was doing to me. Her questing little fingers explored the slick folds of my lips and then, as they delved inside, I came hard and gushing all over her. She laughed delightedly but mercilessly continued to suck and probe even as I quivered and shook uncontrollably. Despite my best efforts Bethany still hadn’t cum and. for a moment I felt robbed as her pussy moved away from my mouth. I grinned happily though as she urged me to roll my legs back towards my shoulders: my baby had not forgotten that she wanted to ‘feel it again’. She straddled between my legs and stroked her pussy against mine. The feel of her silky-soft vulva, slick with our juices, against my powerfully throbbing clit was gorgeous and hers was rubbing between my labia and teasing the entrance of my vag. When she rubbed her clit hard against my hyper-sensitive glans the sensations were too strong for me and, as I began to cum I found myself trying to wriggle from under her, but there was no escape, and she continued to rub it harder and harder as I screamed in an orgasm that left me gasping for breath. Still she rode me manically, rubbing every part of our cunts against each other as she tried to reach her own climax. When her palpitating asshole came in contact with my distended clit it was too much for us both and we came together, our juices running down my belly and between my heaving breasts. As she came the contractions of her puckered hole squeezed and kissed my knob and tipped me into a second and even more intense climax. I’d never known anything like it and I toppled sideways bringing Beth with me until we lay in a sweaty tangle of limbs, gently stroking each other as we struggled to get our breaths back. “I love you so much Mommy,” Beth said softly, before kissing me with her impossibly soft lips. “I love you too baby, but...” Whatever objections I might have been about to voice were lost as she slid down the bed and took my clit into her mouth again. Nooooo!, cried my mind even as my legs parted seemingly of their own volition... On one of her regular visits, I opened the front door for Caroline and she looked at me, shocked and concerned. “Sarah, what’s wrong? You look exhausted.” I just shrugged my shoulders and probably looked as pathetic as I felt. “Bethany!” she called out, and when she appeared she ushered us both upstairs. “If you can wait for me in your room please Beth? I just need to examine your Mom,” she said and then led me along to my bedroom. She lay me on the bed and began to loosen my clothing. I may have dropped off for a few seconds because, when I came to, Caroline was removing my bra. I tried to object but she just put a finger to my lips. “Shsssshh, just lie back and relax. The doctor is going to take good care of you,” she said soothingly, and her fingertips caressed my breast and grazed across my now erect nipple. I gave myself completely to her tender care and went utterly limp as she gently stripped off the rest of my clothes. Then she placed some pillows under my thighs. “Lift,” she instructed and, when I raised my ass up off the bed, she slid them under me. “Perfect,” she said happily, and I smiled to myself, delighted to have pleased her. She placed her hands on my ankles and, as if by magic, my legs sprang apart. Then my eyes almost crossed as I felt her tenderly kissing all over my vulva, which was utterly heavenly and my legs opened even wider, hoping for her lovely lips and tongue to delve deeper. She was extraordinarily skillful, gently sucking my lips and clit to a pounding engorgement while her hands caressed my boobs and tweaked my nipples to an aching hardness. I understood the pillows when her tongue began to explore between the cheeks of my ass as well, driving me crazy by licking my most secret and previously virgin little puckered hole I think she made me cum three times, by which point my body was just a trembling limp mess. I felt her cover me with a blanket and then she kissed me with lips still wet with my own delicious secretions. “Sleep now, my love. Don’t worry, I’ll look after Bethany,” she whispered and I allowed sleep to take me. I awoke more than five hours later, feeling more refreshed than I had done in weeks. I pulled on a robe and went in search of my daughter. The door to her room was still open and I was amazed to see Caroline still there and that they were both naked. Caroline was lying on her back and Bethany was on top of her with her head between her legs. They looked so unutterably beautiful together and I just stood there, drinking in the sight and listening to the soft moans and gorgeous-sounding wet slurping noises for ages. Finally, I approached the end of the bed where Caroline’s head was. She took a brief pause from sucking Beth’s clit. “Feeling better?” she asked, smiling up at me. “God, you are a wonder, Caroline,” I said with passion, and I bent down to kiss her, pushing my tongue into her soft mouth and adoring the way I could taste my daughter there. There was a mewl of protest from the other end of the bed and Caroline grinned at me and resumed her ‘treatment’ of Beth’s sorely neglected clit. My cheeks were resting between my daughter’s silky soft buttocks and her little asshole was fluttering at me enticingly. Now knowing how gorgeous it felt I kissed it lovingly and tantalized it with my tongue. It was a struggle to keep my lips planted there as Bethany writhed around, screeching wildly, as she came as powerfully and for as long as I’d ever known. As she was leaving Caroline took me to one side. “I’m still worried about you, I think I’m going to come twice a week from now on.” I was so incredibly grateful that I clung to her with my face buried in her neck, very close to tears. “Thank you so much, Caroline, I don’t know what we’d do without you,” I whispered into her ear. Even with Caroline coming twice a week Betany was simply wearing me out. Not content with regular sessions during the day she started visiting me during the night. There was one time I woke up from a torrid dream that Caroline was feeding me grapes to find Beth straddling my head and bumping her clit against my lips. “I can’t sleep Mommy,” she said pitifully, and I parted my lips and sucked it all inside. I simply adored the feeling of her tight, shiny glans on my lips and tongue even as I hated myself for giving in so easily to her increasingly outrageous demands. Then, early this morning, I woke up lying on my front, very turned on. I could feel my ass being caressed but something was odd about it. It took me a few moments to work out what it was, and then it came to me with a jolt: Bethany was humping my ass! I could distinctly feel her slippery clit on my skin as she ground herself against me. It felt gorgeous and for a long while, I just lay there and enjoyed it. But gradually my back arched and my legs spread as I tried to get her to rub my now throbbing sex. I felt a brief moment of loss as she left me and I wriggled my bottom hoping to lure her back. When she did she managed to slide her leg between mine and now her clit and lips were directly on mine. It was beautiful beyond words and I was amazed to find myself close to cumming astonishingly quickly, my freely flowing juices adding to the incredible sensations. Just as I climaxed she moved slightly and now her clit was directly on my asshole as it twitched with my convulsions. Her clit was actually penetrating me and I thought my mind might shatter at the crazy idea that my baby girl was actually fucking my little puckered hole with her clit. It obviously felt wonderful to her too and she was screeching like mad. As my cum subsided I rhythmically clenched my pelvic floor so as to keep squeezing her glans until she came as well. Her orgasm was possibly the most intense yet and it set me off again and we ended up grinding on each other madly in an orgiastic frenzy. As I lay afterward in a limp euphoric state I felt her part my ass cheeks and she planted a tender kiss right on my still fluttering asshole. “We’re going to have so much fun,” she whispered to it before kissing it again and pulling the covers over me. As soon as the door closed I burst into tears. Partly it was joy because it had been one of the most intensely erotic things I’d ever experienced, but partly it was despair because, far from satisfying Bethany’s urges, we seemed to be making them worse. It wasn’t even that which was upsetting me, it was the fact that I needed it as much as she did, but my body just couldn’t keep up. On top of everything else, there was the issue of how Bethany would cope when she had to go back to school. I was still crying later when there was a soft knock on the door. Not wanting Bethany to see me in that state I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to pull myself together. “Come in,” I called out, and I was surprised and relieved when it was Caroline that opened the door. My hard-won self-control melted away in an instant and I lost it completely. Beyond all shame, I sat up in bed and opened my arms to her, blubbing helplessly. She rushed over and hugged me, rubbing my back until the sobs died down enough for me to attempt speech. “I’m sorry, I’m such a mess!” I spluttered, looking in horror at the mess I’d made of her blouse. “What’s wrong Sarah, what’s got you in such a state?” “I just don’t know what we’re going to do Caroline,” I told her. Just as I did Bethany came into the room as well. I gave her a wan smile and carried on. “Bethany is going back to school soon and I just don’t know how she’s going to cope.” “I’ve been thinking about that and I think we have two options. First is a clitoplexy, which is a procedure to surgically reduce the size of the clitoris whi--” “No!” both Bethany and I cried out at the same time. I crossed my legs at the very idea and my daughter looked absolutely horrified. “ ... which I was saying I don’t recommend at all. Or second I could prescribe a spray anesthetic which would numb the area for up to four hours.” “Mommy, I don’t want to never be able to feel anything,” Beth said plaintively, and my heart went out to her. I could see tears running down her cheeks as she thought about the implications of that and I was no happier myself. “But...” Caroline continued. “it shouldn’t be used more than three times in a twenty-four-hour period.” I considered that and started speaking as I was working it out. “So Beth could use it once before school starts ... then again at lunchtime and then...” “Possibly saving the last dose for if she wakes up in the night, and at other times you could give her relief in the natural way that you have been doing,” Caroline suggested. I looked at Bethany and she was smiling broadly as she realized that it would mean we could continue to make love when she got home from school and before she went to bed. I knew I was grinning for the self-same reasons but, in addition, knowing it would give my poor body some much-needed respite. I took Caroline’s face between my hands and kissed her firmly on the lips. “You are a genius darling, an absolute genius.” Bethany ran over and, between us, we rolled Caroline onto her back and smothered her with kisses while we all giggled like schoolgirls. Then Bethany moved away and went very quiet as if she’d thought of a problem. Caroline and I looked at her with worried expressions in case she’d thought of a flaw in our plan. “Caroline..., “ she said very seriously and then paused for a horribly long time. “ ... you haven’t measured me yet.” Caroline played along saying equally seriously, “You know, I do believe you’re right.” before the pair of us pounced on her, flipping up her skirt, and then fought over who would lick her gorgeous clit first.

Bad Luck at Work by Jappio Part 1 Suzie rushed her way inside the large department store she worked for. She had woken up late when she had set it for 1:00 AM rather than 1:00 PM. She had left her house as soon as she could, and she was still going to be 10 minutes. She had always been on thin ice with her boss, but now her bad luck might finally be putting the last nail in her coffin. "Suzie, where have you been? Do you realize what time it is?" Suzie's boss scorned as Suzie ran up to him. He didn't look happy. "Sorry sir. I had a bit of an alarm mix up," Suzie tried explaining. She knew the excuse was lame, but it's all she had. "Look at you. You are barely dressed within code even," he complained. Suzie had been rushing so much, that she forgot a few things. The jeans she grabbed were acceptable, but work slacks were preferred. Her button up blouse was again acceptable, but there was a standard blue polo that was normally required. She had somehow found her name tag at least, so even though she didn't have her belt, she was actually probably going to be fine this time around. "Sir, I'm really sorry. I will get to work right away!" Suzie begged, trying to save her job. "Stop apologizing and go get to work. We need someone to tidy up the toy aisle. It's taken a bit of a beating today and stuff is all unorganized." With that, he quickly walked off to handle some other task. Suzie breathed a sigh of relief as she started to walk away. She had again barely kept her job safe. She felt that maybe today she wasn't going to be too unlucky. Of course as soon as she saw the state of the toy section of the store, she was surprised that it could be come this messy. It almost was as if someone had come by and rearranged everything on purpose to be in the wrong spot. Suzie questioned if her low pay was even worth all the work she had to do. Being fired may have been the more fortunate outcome then dealing with this mess. She began to work though. She worked hard to make sure everything was being put back right. On many occasions customers would come by and ask for help, and she did so. The day was starting to run pretty normally. She eventually had to get a ladder to reach some of the higher stuff. A customer came over eventually asking for something up on the top shelf. It was a mother with her 8 year old boy. They wanted some new toy on the top shelf. Suzie got the ladder and positioned it under it. She began to climb up and reached with both hands to grab the toy, but disaster struck. The boy began to laugh, the mother's eyes grew wide, and Suzie's face began to turn red. Up on top of the ladder now, Suzie was standing with her pants down around her ankles. Her shirt tails weren't very long, so her pink panties were left on view to her customer. Throughout the morning so far, she had been tugging her pants back up. They never fell so low to show anything, she didn't think anything about it. Forgetting her belt though had finally come to bite her in the back end. She couldn't even have reached down to stop them or pull them up when they fell. Her hands were gripped on the box as she felt them slip right off. She waddled down a couple of steps and handed the toy off to the mom fast. As soon as she had her pants pulled back up, the mom and Suzie exchanged apologies. The boy started to tease Suzie about seeing her underwear, but the mom quickly dragged him away and left Suzie there alone to continue organizing. Suzie was embarrassed to have had her underwear exposed like that to a stranger. Suzie spent a good amount of time being self conscious about her pants at this point. The whole time as she finished up her task she almost never stopped holding them up with one hand. She though got the job finished and went to find her boss to get something else to do. Normally she may have wasted more time pretending to work, but she wanted to get a few brownie posts after being so late. "Well that was impressively fast I suppose. Since we just got our shipments, go to the receive dock and help carry stuff in." He demanded right away. Suzie went to the far back of the store to join some of her coworkers moving the boxes inside. Another job that started fairly well, but that forgotten belt was again going to cause her problems. She started to be teased and attacked with the snickering of some of the others. With her hands busy carrying some heavier boxes, bits of pink panties would show. She could see people looking. When her pants would fall half off her ass was when people started being more vocal about what they were seeing. Through this whole time Suzie just tried to bear with it. She blushed the whole time, but she told herself they only got a few glimpses. Normally she would have stopped, maybe find something else to do. However she had to stay on her boss's good side for the rest of the day. She continued to work, even if her coworkers got to see half her panited clad bottom. "Hey Suze, get over her and help me with this one!" Suzie's friend Sammy called to Suzie. Suzie got over there and grabbed one side of the box. It was indeed quite heavy, and it would take the two to get it over there. "No stopping till we are over there." Sammy warned as they counted off and lifted the box. Suzie suddenly gasped and wiggled about. Sammy grumbled as she kept the box balanced and the two continued to shuffle forwards. Suzie bit her lip though since she could feel her pants again falling. They were already right at the tip of the round of her butt. She tried to shuffle to stop them from falling, but Sammy was keeping a faster pace, and Suzie couldn't afford to slow the two of them down. Slowly her jeans slid down her legs anymore. No longer was she giving her coworkers just a peak, but a fully blown show of her panties. With her pants around her thighs, she had to waddle to keep them up anymore. Of course besides the unaware Sammy, everyone around turned to look at her. She wanted to pull her pants up, she wanted to hide, but she couldn't do any of that. Her modesty would have to take a second seat to keeping hers and Sammy's toes safe from the heavy box. "Keep going back there. We can't go this slow!" Sammy shouted from the other end of the box. What she didn't know was that by this point Suzie was doing her best to move fast with her pants around her ankles now. Her heart was racing with all the exposure. She felt like this carrying the box trip was going for miles. She knew though if she didn't pick up speed, they'd not make it and putting up with all the shame up to this point would be for naught. Sammy sighed with relief when she felt that Suzie was finally picking up her own wait and they were again moving at a good pace. However Suzie's face was even redder. To pick up the speed, Suzie decided she had to get rid of the thing slowing her down, her pants. She had shaken her feet out of her pants. Her pants lay on the concrete floor as they finished carrying the box. Resting it down, Sammy was grinning happy to have the job done. Yet her jaw dropped as she saw Suzie, trying to tug her shirt down, running towards the pair of pants lying on the floor. "What are you doing with your panties on show?" She asked as everyone followed suit by laughing out loud now. She got to her pants and pulled them on quickly. She didn't look anyone in the face and just stood there for a moment. However when a couple of people came over and patted her on the back saying it was all ok she felt a bit better. However she still couldn't believe what just happened. She normally considered herself unlucky, but today was an all new kind of unlucky. The unpacking was ending and most of the workers were going back to their usually duties. However on her way out Suzie was waved over by the assistant manager, Jack. "I could use your help over here Suzie. Suzie walked over. She still had a hard time to looking anyone in the face after what just happened. The way Jack was avoiding eye contact was also proof that he had seen too. "During all the moving, someone dropped one of the forms. It's under this shelf here. I can't seem to get it, but you're a much smaller build than I. Could you get under there to get it?" He asked. Suzie got down to the floor and looked under the shelf. It held a lot of product, but had a gap under the bottom shelf. She saw the slip of paper way in the back. It would be a bit tight, so she could squeeze under there. "Sure Jack, just give me a moment I'll have it in a bit." She said as she lay flat on her stomach and began to slip under there. "Oh you stupid pants!" Suzie grumbled to herself. Her pants had gotten snagged on something and now were again slipping down her hips. She decided to forget it though. The fast she got this done, the faster she could get back to work. Suzie began to shiver. The hard floor was cold against her bare legs. She also noticed that her pelvis was rubbing against the cold ground. She knew though that she should have felt the cotton sliding against the ground, not her bare pussy. She brushed her hand down to her side only to find her bare skin. "Hurry up down there, the boss will want me to get these papers done soon," Jack said trying to rush Suzie. Suzie though was distressed. She didn't know where her panties went. She reasoned that they slipped off when her pants slid off. She was now bottomless there under a bunch of the stock. She seized the paper quickly and proceeded to turn around and head by out from under the boxes. Having nothing on between her feat and the bottom of her shirt, crawling around under boxes at work, was definitely a new experience for her. "There you are, well get out of there quickly," Jack asked of Suzie as she poked her head out from under the boxes. "Sorry Jack, but I can't." "Suzie, we can't take all day. Why can't you come out?" Jack asked. Suzie didn't say anything. She just pulled her pants out to show Jack that they had come off. "You had them on show before, no need to be shy now," Jack joked. Suzie blushed knowing there'd be more on show than last time. "Please give me a little privacy. It's really embarrassing," Suzie begged. Jack just gave a playful huff as he turned around. Suzie scooted her way out from under the boxes. She took a moment to brush her legs of all the dust that had gathered. She didn't put her pants on yet. On her way out she hadn't seen her panties, and only grabbed her pants. She figured they had been kicked to the side or something. Not wanting to lose the garment, Suzie quickly bent over and began to inspect in the gab she had just been. She was surprised she was having trouble noticing the bright pink fabric, but she was having no luck. "I don't get why you're being so bashful. What's so wrong with a little site of your, WOAH!" Jack said in exclamation as he turned around. The site he got was a full on moon from Suzie as she had been bent over looking under the boxes. Suzie turned her head back hearing his voice. Seeing his look of shock on his face, she quickly slapped a hand around to try and cover her bare bottom. She stood and screeched in surprised. "Sorry, sorry!" Jack said as he turned to look away. "I thought you had at least some underwear on or had gotten your pants back up by now!" Suzie didn't hesitate to put her pants on now. She was willing to leave without her panties if it meant she could get away from Jack for a moment. She was so embarrassed to have had given him such a view of her backside. She didn't even have her pants tugged up all the way until she started to jog off. Suzie's hands now didn't leave the side of her pants as she trekked through the store. She knew now their loose state would be even more trouble. She didn't know what she would do if more people would see her if they fell, and no panties to hide anything this time. She was relieved that Jack had only seen her back end. "Suzie, wait up!" Suzie was stopped by her boss. She had been sort of just fast walking in no particular direction. "I don't know where you're going, but we need you down in customer service. We need a bit of extra staff there for now." Suzie didn't need to say more than an "OK" and she was on her way. She got downstairs and joined a few people behind the counter. One or two smiled as they saw her, remember what they had seen from before. Suzie didn't so much like this job. Customers weren't always the nicest or the most understanding when they came to the customer service desk. Suzie though tried to do her job with a smile as she tried helping everyone who came by. She was happy that she generally had a free hand at all times too. "Oh you, you have to let me return this toy!" An angry mother said setting a large toy on the counter. "Stupid thing is busted!" "Oh let me see ma'am." Suzie said as she mentally rolled her eyes. She could tell already this lady was going to be trouble. She helped the lady unbox the toy so she could inspect it. As she did this though she felt her pants slipping again. Her hands were busy though, so she just prayed they wouldn't slip too much more. She winced as she felt a breeze hit her newly exposed butt crack. She blushed knowing that possibly someone could see now. "Don't you see the problem, look over here," the lady said gesturing to some contraption on the toy. Suzie tried to look at it, but she had to stretch forward to see it properly. Her pants were now bundled lower. Everyone behind her now probably could see her whole bottom. They wouldn't have any doubt that at some point she had lost her underwear. "Don't slouch like that. Look at me when I'm talking to you!" The lady complained as Suzie had tried to reach back to pull her pants up. Suzie wasn't about to let this lady get so angry that she'd complain to the boss about her. She would have to deal with showing her coworkers her bottom. Suzie continued to view the toy with the lady. This whole time the sound of snickering could be heard behind her. She suddenly felt that they had more than enough employees working at customer service right now. "Stand straight missy when you're talking to me!" The lady said barking another order at Suzie. Suzie was of course again trying to get her pants back. However her straight and narrow stance only allowed her pants to fall to the floor. She couldn't believe she was standing bottomless, unable to do anything as everyone watched. She also couldn't believe that all the customers waiting in line in the store were just one small counter away from seeing so much more. She couldn't believe her womanhood was out and exposed to the air right now. Suzie wondered what this unhappy parent would think if she knew how Suzie was dressed. Even with a bit of trembling in her voice, Suzie was able to explain the policies to the lady. She eventually gave up and went home. She was rewarded with the chance to pull her pants back up, everyone else cheering or laughing at her. "Suzie, you ok there? Your face is all red?" The boss asked as he ran up to the desk. Suzie was glad she had gotten her pants back up. "Yes sir, just working like normal." "Well don't think you're off the hook for being late. Since you showed up late I think I'll send you to a different job again. We need help with getting stuff out for some restocking." Suzie was again headed off towards her new task. Part 2 In the back again, Suzie was relieved to see she was mostly alone. Only a few other people going back and forth. She too joined them as she carried stuff out and back through the store. She was smart with what stuff she worked with too, making sure she always would get a chance to keep her pants up. While carrying a box out of the way, Suzie's grip slipped as she was tugging up her pants with one of her hands. The box fell straight to the floor and the shattering of glass could be heard. "Crap!" She exclaimed realizing she had just broke one of the store's lamps. She figured she could sweep up and no one would notice. She didn't want to have to pay for it. "At least for once today my bad luck didn't end up with me being exposed," she thought to herself. "Hey, what you doing there?" Came a voice from behind Suzie as she was grabbing a broom. "Stevie! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Suzie said as she turned around to see it was just one of her coworkers. "Saw you broke one of the things. You weren't about to go hide that, were you?" "You didn't see anything, just keep quiet!" Suzie demanded. "Rules are rules. I better go run and tell," Stevie began to say. "No you can't! I'm already in trouble. I'll do whatever!" Suzie begged. "Well if you can't pay the boss, then pay me." "How much you want?" "Well how about your bra?" Suzie wanted to be offended. She didn't want to give Stevie her bra that easily. However the cost of the lamp was more than her bra, and not having a job didn't seem too good either. She figured she'd be fine without one anyways. With no shoulder straps, Suzie was able to retain some modesty by being able to slip the bra off while keeping her shirt on. Stevie claimed the bra as a prize and left Suzie alone to clean her mess up. She sighed realizing that she had jinxed herself for pointing out that she hadn't lost any clothing with that last stroke of luck. "Me and my big mouth!" "Suzie, I have to hand it to you. You are doing quite a good job. You need a bit of a break from the harder stuff." Suzie's boss said storming into the back room. "Oh thank you sir," Suzie said. She had luckily just gotten the remains of the broken lamp hidden. "Just remember though, I expect you to be on time from now on, and you won't be allowed to go slacking off either now. I just think you should get a chance to walk around on the floor for a bit and help our customers if they need it." Suzie did enjoy this part of the job. It was nice when there wasn't anything to do and you could just walk around and wait for someone to ask for help. She loved to spend her time in the clothing section when she could. She aided a few people looking for a different size or color and other easy stuff. It also meant she could stay on top of keeping her pants up. "Oh come out of there dear!" Suzie heard a few clothing racks away. She also could hear the rattling of clothing on the hooks shaking about rapidly. She went off to investigate to see a lady with her hands sticking into the circular contraption holding up the clothes. "Something I can help with?" Suzie asked. "Oh I'm sorry. Just my little boy has found his way in there and won't come out. I'll get him out in a moment before he wrecks something or bothers someone." She said as she continued to ask the kid to come out. "Oh I'm great with kids; I know how to get him to come out." With that Suzie ducked down and stuck her head between on the clothes. She saw the little kid sitting in there, grinning madly, obviously having fun hiding from his mom. "Hi little boy, what's your name?" "Tommy!" He said happy to see a visitor. He couldn't have been older than 4 really. "Well Tommy. We better get out of here. The evil barbarians are coming to attack this castle. Since I'm your friendly dragon friend, I can fly you out of here before it's too late." Suzie had said the right thing, because the kid began to crawl out with her, obviously wanting to go for a dragon ride. Suzie pulled the kid out and began to lift him up in the air and flew him around. He giggled and laughed obviously enjoying himself. "We made it. Good job. Now it's time for you to go back with your mom," Suzie said as she began to hand him off. However as he got in his mothers arm, and Suzie turned to walk off, something was obviously snagged, because there was some resistance. The little boy had grabbed hold of Suzie's shirt. Too bad for Suzie though, her turning, the kids pulling, and the mother about to walk away were all the right amount of force to cause some damage to poor Suzie's shirts. The buttons all snapped and flew off her shirt. Suzie's shirt flew open and her braless breasts bobbed into all threes view. The little boy didn't really see the problem with what happened, however both Suzie and the mom were shocked. "OH dear! OH I am sooo sorry! He is much too clingy. Here, let me find a bit of pay for the damage!" The mom said as she tried to dig in her purse. Suzie grasped the ends of her shirt and pulled them shut. "It's fine. I guess I'm better with kids than I thought. Don't worry. It's a work uniform, they'll pay for it if I tell them it was done while on duty," Suzie said with a forced chuckle. She was awfully embarrassed to have a stranger see her bare chest, but she wanted this moment to end fast. The lady apologized and left though. Suzie couldn't believe how all her clothes were falling apart now. If holding her pants up wasn't bad already, she now had to keep her shirt closed. She also had lost a pair of her matching pink underwear on top of it all. She was praying her shift couldn't last too much longer. "Ship out time, boss wants any spare hands to help," one of Suzie's coworkers said as he ran by. Suzie knew she had to stay on the boss's good side. Assuring herself lightning doesn't strike twice, she headed back to the backroom to help move the boxes and things again. Like last time, her pants weren't going to help her keep her bottom out of people's sight. However unlike before, they weren't seeing her panties. Suzie was almost glad that their eyes were on her butt half the time. What was adding a new tone of red to her face were the people getting peeks between her shirt. The shirt refused to stay closed. When it was showing her modest amount of cleavage, her nipples were at risk of coming into view. She felt like her clothes were about to vanish and leave her naked right in front of everyone. Suzie was so worried about her state of dress though, that she didn't think twice when Sammy again called for her help with a large box. The two were tugging it along last time when Suzie's pants were again heading towards the flow. "Sammy, could we slow down for a bit?" Suzie asked as she realized that again everyone around her was getting a view of her bouncing bottom. "Of course not. Just keep going. This drop and we're both going to get fired," Sammy warned. Suzie had no choice but to continue. "Only my lucky would get me struck by lightning twice I guess." Suzie mumbled to herself as she was again shaking her legs out of her pants so that the two could continue to carry the box. She couldn't believe that her pants were now left behind. There was one fortunate side to her being bottomless now. Most of the other workers weren't around. Only a small batch was still tidying up back there. Suzie's show was at least more minimal. The extra amounts of exposure though just added to it. She couldn't help but gasp when she felt the sides of her shit flap at her sides. If it weren't for the box, she'd probably be showing even more. "Woo, finally done." Sammy said as she set the box on the truck. Again she was shocked as she found Suzie without her pants. "Again? Wait, where's your bra and panties?!" She asked. Suzie would have been running to get her pants again, but when she turned to run, something was wrong. Her shirt wasn't letting her go. She had one hand between her leg now, and the other tugging at the shirt that seemed to be stuck on the side of the truck. "Everyone clear the way, I'm moving this baby!" came a loud voice, most likely the truck driver. Suzie panicked. She wasn't about to be dragged off by the truck. The only thing she thought to do was get rid of what was holding her to the truck. She slipped out of the sleeves of her shirt as she stepped away. She watched as her last piece of clothing was taken away by the truck. She had an arm clung across her breast, and a hand between her legs. She was left naked, right there at work. The people around her either just stared blankly or chuckled. Suzie felt so embarrassed at this point she wasn't sure what to do. "My pants!" she thought. She had to retrieve them, they were her last thing. Dashing across the floor, Suzie wanted to get to her pants. Yet in the distance she could see her boss approaching. He hadn't seen her yet, due to his nose being buried in some form papers he was viewing. Suzie wouldn't make it to her pants in time, and even if she did she would still be topless. To avoid trouble she quickly made a sharp right to avoid him. Suzie noticed though she was heading for a dead end. She had no hiding places, and the boss could walk right by and see her at any moment. Everyone else had reduced their laughter to quiet chuckles and giggles now. They were enjoying Suzie's bottom bouncing about on show as she had been running off. "The elevator!" Suzie exclaimed quietly. There was one exit there. An elevator to help employees take product to the store's second floor was not too far from where she was. She ran over and began pressing the up button rapidly to call the elevator to her. When she looked behind her, she could see her boss had indeed started walking forward. All he would have to do is turn his head to see her. The elevator doors open and Suzie quickly stepped inside and began to rapidly press the close button. She was left standing with her breast on show, but she didn't care at the moment as long as her boss didn't see her. "Oh come on, hurry up!" Suzie whined as she waited for the things to close. She sighed in relief when they finally creaked shut. "Oh thank god that is over," Suzie said as she took a moment to catch her breast. Beyond the fear of being fired, being on show had also made her lose her breath. She was so embarrassed. "God I can't believe how much everyone probably saw." Her heart was beating like mad though. She didn't get why, but she could tell she had gotten a rush from it too. Suzie's break didn't last long. She was quickly being taken somewhere else all of a sudden. The elevator had begun to move up. She had been viewing the thing as a way to stay hidden, not as transportation. When it had reached the second floor, Suzie had been cowering in the back corner afraid she'd be meeting someone up there. However out the doors no one was waiting. It entered right into the store right away. Knowing she couldn't go back down and meet her boss again, she had to leave the elevator and find someone to help her or a place to hide. She looked around and saw no customers nearby. She was in the middle of the dinnerware and other fancy fragile house wares that they carried. Getting down low, she kept herself hidden so she could begin sneaking down stairs. Suzie's bad luck had now placed her in quite the situation. She hadn't any form of cover now, her naked body completely exposed. She now had to get down stairs without being caught by customers or others workers in the large department store she worked for. She felt that her luck had finally done its worse. Never before had she been in such a tight spot. "If I can get to electronics, I won't have much farther till I can get to the customer elevator," Suzie reasoned. She obviously was going to avoid the escalator. She made sure her coast was clear. Someone had entered the area, but Suzie figured if she sneaked around right, she'd be able to avoid being caught. For the whole mad dash Suzie held her breath. She zigzagged around her obstacles and tried to stay hidden. It wasn't long until she was lay back against a glass case in the electronics section, catching her breath. She made it the whole way without being seen. She also had a good spot she figured. She had two escape routes, and would be able to hear people coming if they were near. She had her back against the glass case, her legs out forward, arms at sides. She was just trying to relax for a moment when she suddenly heard some voices. They weren't close to enough to discover her yet, but she would have to listen carefully to know if she should escape. "Whoa dude, check out those tits!" One of the two guys said. "This has to be some hoax; they can't show this type of thing here!" The other said. She then heard the two high five. She looked up over the counter to see what they were talking about. She told herself they couldn't be talking about her. The two guys were staring at some of the TV's set up. On the screen was a naked lady. Suzie couldn't see the woman's face, but she could see her heaving breast and even a bit of her bare pussy. She also was shocked to see that on the screens. Who would put that type of thing on the TV's? Whoever it was would probably get fired. "Damn that's a nice bod. She aint doing much besides sitting though," one of them complained. Suzie then realized something. There wasn't just some DVD in some machine showing the naughty images. Suzie looked forward and saw that the case in front of her was holding on the camcorders and cameras. The girl on the screen was her! Suzie thought about covering up or running. However if she did any of that, the boys might get suspicious. If they found out it was a live girl on camera, they'd come looking for her. "God I'm glad it's not showing my face," Suzie said under her breath. She didn't know what to do really. She had to stay where she was sitting and continue to give her show. She had to make them think it was actually some really dirty video. Suzie wasn't and expert, but there were things she could do to make them think that. Although she was humiliated to do so, she began to toy with her nipples. She kept telling herself that the boys didn't know it was her, so it barely counted as her being the one they saw. The two boys were obviously enjoying the show, Suzie didn't hear them move one bit. She turned over and began to wag her bottom towards the camera. Her blush grew deeper and heart pounded more when she thought about how much of an eye full they were probably getting. Suzie even threw in a little playful slap to her bottom. "Damn, they even got this going on surround sound. I could swear I actually hear that slap from over there," One of the guys commented. Suzie bit her lip thinking about how much farther she would take this. She wasn't sure if she had a way out of this. "Is there something I can help you two gentlemen with?" Suzie heard her boss say. She lost her nerve and quickly crawled away from the cameras now, preparing to mad dash out of there. The two boys stammered a bit but one of them finally got the joke out, "Yeah, where can I get the movie you got playing here?" Yet when the three looked at the TV, all they saw was the empty floor Suzie had been. "Funny guys, but that's live footage from the cameras over there," the boss said, thinking they were pulling some prank. The guys moved over to where the cameras were to take a look, but Suzie was already on her way out of there. Part 3 Suzie was happy to be out of there. She was scared half to death by it, but she was lucky her boss came by for the perfect distraction. Of course she now had to worry about two boys thinking there was a naked girl running around. She mustered all the stealth she could as she tried to move nonstop towards the customer elevator. She had to cut through office furniture and the many different chairs set up. She was weaving her way past a customer when she heard a familiar voice not too far from her. "Over here we have a variety of different recliners," Suzie's boss said leading some customers into the maze of chairs. Suzie knew she had to hide fast. She spotted a chair and quickly climbed on it. There was also a blanket on it that she used for cover. To properly hide herself, she couldn't sit normal; instead, she curled up into a ball, on her knees and hands still. She had the blanket pulled over herself, and her butt to the back of the chair. "Mmm," Suzie moaned until she slapped a hand to her mouth to keep herself from making that noise. It would appear that when she climbed onto the chair, she must have kicked a switch. The chair she was in was meant for relaxation, and had built in massage options. The back of the chair was fitted with little moving knobs to help with people's backs. Suzie however was in an odd position. Her back wasn't to a chair, but rather her backend. The little knobs in the chairs pushed and prodded not only her cheeks, but also had a path set right for a certain pair of lips peaking out between her legs. Suzie didn't want to move. She knew that any movement or sound might reveal her to her boss. eShe had to sit there as the chair actually stimulated her. "Ohhh" Suzie moaned, both in pleasure and desperation. She wanted to move away from the knobs just a bit so she wouldn't be pushed too far, but when she tried the blanket had begun to slip away. She was forced to recoil back, to try and keep the blanket balanced on her. This though only caused her rapidly moistening lips to be pressed harder against the chair. "Over here we have some of the best chairs around. They have a variety of massage options even for relaxation." Suzie's boss was leading the customer towards Suzie now. She quickly brought a hand to her mouth so she could bite down on it to prevent any moans from coming out. Suzie was being pushed closer and closer to the edge. The thrill she went through today on top of the chair, and being so close to being caught were all adding together. Images of her being caught be her boss, naked, and in mid orgasm on the chair in front of customers washed through her mind. Any attempt to move here bottom away from the chair though only shifted the blanket and risked her exposure. "This one is one of my favorites in fact," Suzie's boss said as he grabbed hold of the chair that Suzie was in. He and the customer were right on the other side, still unable to find the quivering blanket on the chair. Suzie shut her eyes and braced for it. The boss began to spin the chair around. The slight jerk was all the blanket could take as Suzie could feel it slide across her body. Inch by inch it caressed her skin, letting light shine down onto her bare body. It took all she could to stop herself from screaming, moaning, or making any noise when she heard it flop against the floor. "Oh, looking for something for a dining room, those would be the other way," Suzie heard her boss's voice trailing off. Suzie seemed to have luckily not been seen. The customer must have stopped the boss before he could fully turn the chair around. Suzie slid forward into a slump, half on the chair, and half on the floor. She needed a moment to catch her breath. She was surprise how close she had come to orgasm. She wondered to herself if it was all from just the chair. She stood herself off though, and with one more breath was on her way again. She knew she couldn't just lie out in the open like that. She got to the customer elevator, hit the call button, and quickly ran for cover to wait for it, not wanting to greet potential riders with her naked body. When she saw the empty elevator before her, like before, she ran right inside and began pressing the heck out of the close button. "You can do this. Just a short walk to the clothing second. Borrow something to wear, and then figure out where to go from there," she said trying to psych herself up. She'd be let out right near the accessories like hats and scarves. A short walk through shoes and then she'd be able to find something to put on. When the doors were open, Suzie was able to exit unseen and began what she thought to be her final challenge. Although she was slowed down with having to wait in the shoe section for a bit, Suzie had made it and was maybe only an arm's length away from a new pair of jeans to squeeze into. However she heard people approaching from two different sides. She was trapped this time. When the two people arrived, the both looked Suzie up and down. They were surprised to see the naked girl, just standing there, very still. "Oh it's just a mannequin," one of them marked. Suzie had done the only thing she could think of. With two people coming, she quickly struck an exaggerated pose and held it, pretending to be an unclothed mannequin. It seemed like a stupid idea, but it looked like it worked. "Second naked girl we've seen today dude," one of them said. "I tell you, we're on like some prank show," the other responded. Suzie couldn't believe it. It was the two guys from upstairs before. Looks like with the idea of a naked girl running around, they didn't want to leave. "Dude, the girl on the TV was hotter though," one said as he chuckled and gave the other a fist pound. "Yeah right. This one's rack is way nicer!" The two of them began to look Suzie up and down. Suzie did her best to not even shiver. She told herself it was all Ok. They didn't know she was real, so it wasn't like they were seeing her. "This one seems to be clean shaven too man. Totally sweet!" They began to wander off on their own though. Even if Suzie did look like she might have been a mannequin, they probably would have gotten scorn if they were caught ogling her. Suzie relaxed once they were far enough away. However before she could turn and claim her prize of some pants, she saw marching in her direction her boss. He hadn't notice her yet, so she was able to escape back into the shoe section to retreat from him. When he continued to coincidently go in the same direction, Suzie began to feel like she was being chased. No place felt safe as the two weaved through the store and all away around it. Suzie never got a moment to really get away from him. She never could go back, and she incontinently always ran to hide where ever he was headed next. Suzie's bad luck was setting her up to be caught by her boss at this rate. Suzie saw her chance though at the appliance section. A bunch of the washers and dryers had been covered by a tarp. They needed to be repairs, so they were covered. Suzie figured she could hide under there. "Hey, who is under there?" The boss said as he approached the moving lump under the tarp. "Oh just me sir..." Suzie said as she climbed over a couple of the dryers. Now she was really trapped. "What are you doing in there?" Suzie had to come up with an excuse fast. "Jack misplaced a form. Thought he lost it here. I'm looking for it." Suzie's foot had brushed something and suddenly the dryer she was on started up. Suzie suddenly let out a yelp. "Everything Ok under there?" the boss asked. "Oh yessss mmmm... I just accident-accidentally hit somethingggg." Suzie said in a breathless moan. Not only had she been scared by the dryer turning on, but her leg had slipped. She was now straddling the edge of the machine, which with its rhythmic vibrations; Suzie couldn't help but feel the effects between her legs. "Well just to let you know, I am really proud of how much work you've been putting in. I think I'll not bother writing down you being late today." "Oh thaaaannnks sir." Suzie couldn't help but let out some moans. She couldn't talk and suppress them. "I also think that if you show up on time more often, you might be looking at a promotion." "Ohhhhh thank you sir sooooooo much." Suzie was getting closer and closer to her limit. She was naked at work, hidden only by the tarp, on the verge of orgasm in front of her boss. "Feel free to take off early today even. You more than made up for today." "Tha-ann- aaa- Ahhh ahhhhhhhh!" Suzie called out as she arched her back. It was too much for her. The machine had gotten to her and a climax washed all over her. "You ok Suzie?" the boss asked sound distressed as he patted Suzie's back. "Oh ummmm yess Sir. Just stubbed my toe is all." Suzie said as she slouched down a little. Only now was she finally able to find the machines off switch. She wouldn't be surprised if her boss could see her blush glowing from under the tarp. "Well I'll be on my way. Get those papers to Jack and go home and rest that foot. Suzie crawled out of the tarp slowly after he was gone. She brushed herself off. She was so relieved that her boss had no idea what just happened or how she was dressed. She looked around to decide her new route to get back to the clothing section. She knew the other way was going to be a long one. She saw though if she could get past the registers, it would be a lot shorter. "No way could I do that without being seen," Suzie thought to herself. That's when Suzie noticed a kart not too far away. It was piled with clothing to be put out. Someone was probably just about to bring it over to the clothing section. Suzie only saw children's clothes on it, so she couldn't just use them. However she noted that she could hide on the bottom shelf of it, and be pushed safely over there, with no risk. Checking to see if the coworker pushing the kart was near, Suzie made a dash and quickly got under the cart. The clothing that hung over the sides kept her hidden and she'd be home free in no time it would seem. "Oof, this is heavy," someone said as they began to push the kart. Suzie peeked out and saw that she was being pushed right past the registers as planned. Suzie's weight though wasn't centered. As the kart moved on, one of the wheels was taking too much pressure. Having been old, it easily came undone. With a crash the kart was suddenly on its side. "Owww," Suzie said as she got up from the crash. She had landed on her bottom. She then looked up and around her. She noted that multiple eyes were all on her. They weren't just on her though, they also were on her breast, on her butt, and even right between her legs. Suzie just stared back with an open mouth. For so long her luck had held up and besides two punks she had fooled, no one had seen her fully naked yet. Suzie's face reddened as she finally had the sense to run and try and cover herself with her arms. Suzie ran past the remaining registers. Coworkers and customers watched as the naked girl made her way past them and to disappear into the maze of clothing racks. Suzie mulled around in the back room for a bit. She had been able to find a shirt and some jeans to put on. Her face hadn't dropped a tone in redness for almost a full half hour. Word was getting around and everyone seemed to tease her about it. She was taking it like a trooper though and tried to laugh it off. The people she tried telling had a hard time believing she was that unlucky. She of course left out parts about the two guys who had seen her or those run-ins with the boss. "At least the boss never found me." Suzie thought as she headed for the back office. She had found her original pants, and a friend had offered her a spare sweatshirt she had in her car. Suzie was ready to quick change and go home now. She was happy to be able to put this day behind her. "Hey Jack, could you make sure to have those paper on my desk by, whoa! Sorry!" Suzie's boss said as he suddenly entered the room. Suzie had been too busy undressed to notice his footsteps as he approached. The boss merely assumed that Jack was the one in the room. He didn't think someone would be changing. The moment the two noticed each other, Suzie was again completely naked. She hadn't even a moment to cover herself at all. Luckily her boss was quick to excuse himself out of the room and apologize. "Just my bad luck as always. At least I didn't get fired!" Suzie thought as she quick changed and went home, trying to put all the embarrassment behind her. The End

Bright Sparks Children’s Home by Vanessa Evans Part 05 – The Extension starts and they go on a holiday. The next morning Mandy was woken by the feeling of Dennis’ cock sliding in and out of her vagina. At first she panicked but less than a second later she relaxed and enjoyed her first fuck of the day. When they were in the shower together Mandy asked Dennis if he’d wake her like that every day. “On the days that I wake up first I will, but if you wake up first you have to wake me with your mouth if I’m soft and climb on and ride me if I’m hard.” “Of course I will.” The highlight of the Monday for Dennis, and maybe Ruth, was Dennis taking her into town to get her some new trainers. Dennis told her to put some clothes on and he was pleased that she came downstairs wearing the slightly see-through top and the flared skirt. “Will this do?” Ruth asked. “Are you happy wearing that outfit Ruth?” “Yes.” “Then it will do. Come on, there’s a bus in 5.” Ruth slipped on her flat shoes and ran to catch up with Dennis. Now that suburb of town is served with double-decker buses and Dennis stepped aside to let Ruth on before him. “Where shall we sit?” Ruth asked as soon as Dennis had paid the driver. “Wherever you like Ruth.” Ruth went straight to the stairs and started climbing the steep steps. Following her, Dennis looked up and got the view that he was expecting, everything that Ruth had between her legs. He was a little surprised to see that her vulva was maybe a little swollen and definitely wet. As he sat next to her he wondered if she deliberately chose the very short, skater type skirt. They wandered around a little before going in to the shop that Dennis knew measured feet. He told her that it was unlikely that the shop would have any trainers that she liked but the main purpose for the visit was to get her feet measured. That sounded logical to Ruth so she followed him in. What she was nervous about was that Dennis had told her that he wanted her to do all the talking. Ruth wandered around the shop looking at all the shoes and trainers that were for girls her age. When her number came up she held the ticket up and a young man came over to her. “I’d like to try on the trainers over there but I don’t know what size I want.” “No problem Miss, please take a seat and I’ll get the machine.” He did, and put it on the floor in front of her. “Sorry Miss, but I am going to have to take your shoes off to get a proper reading.” Ruth shrugged her shoulders and lifted her right foot. In doing so her knees drifted apart a little. Dennis had sat on a chair slightly diagonally opposite hoping to see some flashes of her pussy. The young man knelt down and took her foot. Dennis saw him glance up her bare legs but didn’t think that the young man would have seen her pussy, just lots of bare legs. The young man took Ruth’s shoe off and lowered her foot onto the machine. “Size 3 regular width.” He said, “now the other foot please Miss, you’d be surprised how many people have different sized feet.” Ruth lifted her other leg and Dennis saw her knees spread a little further The young man again looked up her legs as he took her shoe off and this time Dennis thought that he might just have seen her pussy. Ruth’s second foot was measured and neither of them commented when the young man announced that it too was a size 3 regular. “Now Miss, can you show me which trainers it was that you liked.” Ruth got up and gave Dennis no indication that she was teasing the young man as she walked passed him. Finger pointed at a trainer, Ruth came back to her seat and the young man disappeared to the storeroom. Ruth sat by just dropping her butt and the resultant movement of air caused her skirt to flair out even more and it didn’t settle down until her bare butt was on the chair. “We’re not buying here are we Dennis?” Ruth asked. “No, way too expensive.” Dennis replied The young man returned and knelt in front of Ruth, who’s knees were slightly apart, and took the trainers out of the box. As he started to lift one of her feet to put the trainer on she said, “I can manage thank you” and she lifted her right foot and put in on her left knee so that she could put the trainer on. That meant that her right knee had to go over to her right leaving a huge gap between her thighs, right up to her pussy. Her skirt didn’t fall to fill the gap, instead it went out leaving her pussy fully exposed to both the young man and Dennis. Dennis smiled and slowly looked around to see if anyone else was looking at her, there wasn’t. The young man stayed on his knees so he was getting a much better view than Dennis. He also stayed there when she swapped her feet over to put the other trainer on. Then, with both feet on the floor she started to get up and the young man finally got to his feet and moved out of her way. “How do they feel Ruth?” Dennis asked. “Tight, and they look different now that I’ve got them on. I don’t think that I want them any more.” “Okay, take them off and we can see what else we can find.” Dennis said. Ruth reversed the same process and did the same to put her own shoes on. All the while the young man was just staring at her, as was Dennis, but Dennis was smiling as well. Ruth got to her feet and turned to walk out, Dennis getting up and thanking the young man who just stood there speechless. “Are you okay Ruth?” Dennis asked as they walked. “Yes, why, didn’t you want me to flash my pussy to that man?” “Ruth, it isn’t what I want that matters, it’s what YOU want. I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to.” Ruth turned to look at Dennis then linked her arm round his and replied, “Have you considered that maybe, just maybe, that I wanted to flash him?” “You continue to surprise me Ruth.” Dennis replied. “All good surprises I hope.” “They certainly are Ruth.” Ruth squeezed Dennis’ arm and they walked to the sports shop that Dennis had seen some nice trainers in. As they walked in Dennis gave her a maximum price and let her choose which trainers she wanted. This sports shop is like a lot of shoe shops these days that let customers try on the shoes on their own then take them to the check-out to pay, and Ruth selected a design and they both looked through the racks for a box of the right design name and size. Ruth bending over to check the boxes at the bottom of the piles and Dennis looking around to see if anyone was looking at her butt knowing that, even though he couldn’t see it, her skirt hem would be up, well over her butt. He didn’t see anyone then, but when she started putting them on in the same way that she had in the previous shop he saw a man looking her way, and he stayed looking until Ruth was happy that she had the pair that she wanted. When she stood up she turned and smiled at the man before turning back to Dennis and asking if she could have that pair. “Enjoy that did you?” Dennis asked as they walked to the check-out. “Yes, these will last me for years. “Dennis looked at her and smiled.” Ruth again linked her arm round his as Dennis led her to the bus stop. On the way Dennis noticed that Ruth was having a long look into the McDonalds that they were passing. “Want one?” He asked. “I’d love one but I haven’t got any money.” “Ah yes, you missed the pocket money hand out. Come on, I’ll treat you, but don’t tell the others.” They went in, ordered what they wanted at the touch-screens then Ruth led Dennis to the table that she wanted. Dennis wasn’t really surprised when she sat at a seat where she could see the room, and that a lot of people could see her, and in particular her bare legs under the table. He also wasn’t surprised when she sat with her knees open enough for people looking to see her little slit. Dennis smiled at her and shook his head sideways. “What?” she asked. “Nothing, absolutely nothing, you enjoy yourself while you are still young Ruth.” Dennis actually enjoyed his meal then they left to go home. This time though, there was a man behind them in the bus queue and Ruth said, “Age before beauty,” letting Dennis go up the stairs before she did, the man following her up.” Back as Bright Sparks, Ruth ran upstairs and quickly re-appeared minus shoes, skirt and top, and Dennis went to find Mandy for some alone time. The Tuesday was a relatively quiet day, the only real excitement being that the bikinis arrived and the girls had fun trying them on and deciding which one they liked the most. They’d tried them on outside with all the boys, and Dennis, watching. Dennis being pleased at how little they covered. At one point he was convinced that band-aids would cover more. The Wednesday was quiet for Dennis and Mandy as the kids wanted to go into town. They didn’t mention the park but Dennis suspected that either they were going straight to the park or they would go there on the way back from town, not that he was bothered. By then he was quite happy that Ruth would be okay with the rest of them. After the evening meal Dennis raised the summer holiday again. He got Mandy to write down all the suggestion, even the unrealistic one, then went down them one at a time. Before that he gave them a budget cost for the accommodation and got Jane and Ann to use the PCs to find out roughly what each suggested holiday would cost for the 14 of them. It soon became obvious to the kids that the unrealistic suggestions were way out of their budget and, an hour later they were down to going to one of these live-in holiday camps, a cheap organised camping holiday in France, or going to a campsite in sunny Cornwall that was right next to the beach, close to a seaside town and offered a few on-site facilities. Dennis then Jane and Ann to search for each option to put a price on them and find a suitable holiday. While they were doing that he got everyone to say what they thought were the pros and cons of each holiday and for Mandy to write them all down. Another hour later Jane and Ann had the costs of a few suitable holiday. Adding the costs to the lists of pros and cons, Dennis to got Mandy to read out each potential holiday. At the end everyone agreed that the campsite in Cornwall was the best option so Dennis went over to Jane and Ann and got them to show him the potential sites that they had found. The 3 of them discussed each site and settled on the one that met their requirements the most. Still sitting next to the naked Jane, Dennis got her to make an online booking, using Bright Sparks payment card. Then Dennis gave Jane and Ann a task for the next few days, find out more about the site and the surrounding area and come up with a provisional programme for the 2 week. Both seemed a little daunted by the task but Dennis told them that they had his confidence and they both were capable of doing it. Dennis left them and smiled thinking that he and Mandy would spend some time doing the same task when the kids were back at school; and he would talk to social services and the council to find out where they could borrow all the equipment that they would need, and get their hands on a minibus. On the Thursday the boys swimming shorts arrived and the girls insisted that they try them on in front of the girls as they had tried their bikinis on in front of the boys. As Dennis was hearing this he turned and said, “Fair’s fair guys.” The boys had no choice and Dennis heard quite a bit of giggling and guessed that it was at the boy’s boners that was the source. The Thursday evening was the doctor’s visiting time and Ruth’s first examination. She looked a bit nervous at the evening meal in-spite of all the girls saying that they were really looking forward to it. Ruth said that she was nervous, but Dennis saw her lounging on one of the sofas with her knees open and he saw that her pussy was wet, very wet. “You maybe nervous Ruth but you sure as hell are looking forward to it,” Dennis thought but didn’t say it. “Good evening everyone.” The doctor said as he walked in. “Oh, I see we have a new face in the room, don’t tell me, Ruth isn’t it?” “Err yes, how did you know?” “I’m psychic and I see that you are 14 and are happy now that you are living here.” Ruth’s mouth opened in surprise. “What? How?” “Relax Ruth, social services sent me your medical records and how could you not be happy living here. Even I’m happy to be here.” When he was organised, the doctor announced that he usually examined the youngest first and that meant Ruth, but as this was her first examination he’d leave her until last so that she can see that there is nothing to be nervous about. Then he called for Tommy to come over and get ready. The examinations went just the same as the previous weeks and Ruth giggled at the boys just the same as the other girls did, and she marvelled at how good the doctor was at making the girls cum. She was especially impressed by how easily Mandy orgasmed, all 4 times, and the way her body jerked about as the spasms and convulsions hit her. Then it was her turn. Of course there were more questions first because it was her first time and the doctor said that he was really sorry that she had been repeatedly raped, but Ruth took it all in her stride and put her legs up in the stirrups just as soon as the doctor asked her to climb up on the couch. The doctor smiled but still started the examination at the top of her body. Everyone discovered that Ruth is a very sensitive girl when she is sexually aroused, both Dennis and Mandy remembering how easily Ruth had orgasmed when she was in his flat, and her first orgasm arrived as the doctor was inserting his speculum. The doctor had already got wise to Ruth’s sensitivity and took advantage to bring her to 3 more orgasm as he played with her little clit. She was happy, but tired when the doctor left. “So Ruth,” Dennis asked her when he went to see her in her room at bedtime, “is this home better that you last one?” “What do you think Dennis?” “You get a good night sleep young lady.” Friday and the weekend were uneventful other than Dennis doing some research of his own about the campsite and surrounding area. One thing that he did discover was that groups of young people were put in a separate field, alongside the main site and the beach. The explanation being that groups tended to be more boisterous and they didn’t want them to disturb the campers on the main site. Dennis was happy with that, firstly because of the reason that the site gave, and secondly it may meet the girls desire to be naked all the time, especially if the weather was good. Another thing that he discovered was that the beach that the field that they would be using was a clothing optional beach. All through the weekend Dennis was getting pestered about going to the leisure centre but he kept putting them off until he saw that all Mandy’s writing and drawing had finally worn off and at breakfast the next day he announced that they were going that morning. Everyone enthusiastically got themselves ready, the girls realising that they would have to put some clothes on, and they all left to catch the bus. They all marched passed him as he was getting the bus tickets and in his peripheral vision he saw them going up the stairs, alternating girl then boy. At one point he heard Jennifer say, “Hey, stop that.” He guessed that the boy going up behind her had reached up and fingered her uncovered pussy. “I’ll keep them in order.” Dennis told the driver. Dennis wasn’t really surprised to see that the place was busy, mainly filled with older teenagers, just like the ones that he had brought. They needed their tickets to through the turnstiles so they had to wait for Dennis who asked got a group discount but didn’t get one. When they went to the changing rooms they discovered that it was one big room with rows of cubicles, the rows labelled male or female. The kids didn’t see the labels but it didn’t matter because there were way less cubicles than kids getting changed. Some of the girls got fed-up with waiting and went to the lockers and got changed out in the corridors, much to the pleasure of some of the boys walking through the room. Eventually everyone was changed and Dennis marvelled at the sight of 7 girls in very, very brief bikinis and he wondered if they would get thrown out for being inappropriately dressed. He wondered if the fact that the place was very busy would mean that the staff had to overlook any such rule. Everyone just stood and stared at everything for a few seconds, none of them had seen anything like that place before, not even Dennis who finally pointed out a clock high up on one wall and told everyone to meet under the clock in 2 hours. Within seconds only Mandy and Dennis were stood there, everyone else having disappeared in all directions. “So where do you want to go first lover?” Dennis asked. “Somewhere where you can fuck me.” Mandy replied. “You need to spend more time with your magic wand Mandy, you’re wearing me out.” Mandy giggled then asked him if she looked good. “I could eat every bit of you right now, and that camel toe, wow, if I was a cop I’d arrest you.” Mandy pulled up the small triangle of material that covered her pussy causing it to dig in between her vulva even more. The material didn’t even cover all the area that had hairs growing before he had shaved them off. “Let’s go for a gentle swim first.” Dennis said. As soon as they were in the water Dennis realised that the bikinis were even more see-though when they got wet. He pointed it out to Mandy but she just shrugged her shoulders. There was nothing that she could do anyway, not that she would have if there was. They went from one ride to another and Dennis and Mandy soon found out that the bikinis weren’t designed to be used in water, they kept twisting and rising up over tits or sliding off the sides of tits. The bottoms easily got baggy and hung below the pussy and the knots in the strings kept coming undone, even if fastened with a double knot. Of course Mandy wasn’t bothered and Dennis left her bits if exposure as long as he dare before putting things back where they were supposed to be, or re-trying the knots after they’d slipped open. Dennis lost count of the number of times he saw one of Mandy’s nipples or her slit. They kept bumping to some of the others and often saw a nipple or vulva lip. As Dennis expected, the girls too weren’t in a rush to cover their exposure but not many other people saw the parts that were supposed to be covered because there were so many people there and unless you were relevantly close they were hidden by other people. The 2 hours quickly passed and everyone met under the clock then went to the in-house cafe for a drink and a snack. Dennis had to ask 3 of the girls to adjust their bikinis to cover something that needed to be covered although he could do nothing about the see-through material or the camel toes. The young man behind the counter took his time serving them because his eyes spent little time watching what he was doing. Dennis relaxed a little as the material of the bikinis started to dry and became less see-through although that didn’t stop quite a few men staring at the girls while they were sat in the cafe. After lunch it was back to the rides, Dennis and Mandy just going to the pool where they groped each other and Dennis easily managed to make Mandy cum twice before they got out at the pre-arranged time and met the other before heading to the changing room. There were some shower cubicles for those who wanted privacy showering but kids weren’t interested and they got their soap and shampoo and went to the big communal showers. At first the girls kept their bikinis on but after a couple of minutes Jennifer pulled on the ties of hers and both pieces fell to the floor. She continued soaping herself unconcerned that some of the other teenagers in there were looking at her, but they soon had more naked girls to watch as more bikinis hit the floor. By then Dennis had finished his shower and he went to stand near the entrance to see if any staff member came along, his plan was to try to distract them if they did. Luckily he never had to activate his plan and the 7 girls and 6 boys went back to the lockers, got dry and then dressed. Both Mandy and Ruth went to the mirrors to comb their hair before they got dressed and Dennis had to call them back to put their clothes on before doing their hair. He thought it was a case of Mandy didn’t think about anyone seeing her naked and Ruth wanting to be seen naked. Whichever it was Dennis didn’t want to risk their being a problem. A slightly relieved Dennis led the group out of the building and walked them to the bus stop. As they waited, and then on the bus each girl had stories about their bikinis and their exposure to tell the others and Dennis wondered what the other people on the top deck of the bus thought of them. Yes, the whole group had gone up to the top deck and this time it was Lucy and Angela that had to reprimand the boys for groping them on the stairs. Dennis was sure that the groping wasn’t the problem, it was where it was happening. The stories of exposure and retrieving parts of bikinis were still being told on the walk back to Bright Sparks where the girls quickly got naked and put their towels and swimsuits in the communal washing basket filling it and triggering 2 of them having to do some washing. The following evening at the end of the evening meal, Dennis asked Jane and Ann to tell everyone what they had found out about the campsite and surrounding area, and for Mandy to list them ready for a vote. Although there were quite a few things on the list no one seemed to be bothered about going to most of them, most of them just wanting to go to beach and swim in the sea. Dennis thought about that and realised that it was probably that most of them had never been to the coast before. Dennis came to the conclusion that he’d use the few suggestions that the kids had made and add the ones that he and Mandy had found. It was soon the Thursday evening and everyone was looking forward to the doctors visit. Being the youngest, Ruth was the first to be examined and she set the benchmark for the number of orgasms for the girls, only Mandy achieving the same number. When it came to the Monday it was back to school for 11 of the kids, a new school for 1 of the kids and no school for Mandy. Ruth was a little puzzled when all the kids lined up for their no underwear check and the girls pulled their polo shirts up over their tits and held their skirts up. “Why are we doing this?” Ruth asked. “For Dennis to check that we aren’t wearing underwear.” Lucy replied. “But we don’t own any underwear so how can we be wearing any?” “I know, but Dennis like to check anyway and it gives him the chance to get a close look at our slits and tits.” “That makes it okay then.” Ruth said. Dennis did his inspection, the boys first then the girls. After the sixth girl had been inspected and walked off Dennis saw the naked Mandy standing there. “Ready for inspection sir.” Mandy said. He smiled and stepped in front of her, put his hands on each of her tits and massaged them before rolling and flicking her nipples. Ignoring her moans his left hand continued whilst his right hand slowly slid down her front to her pussy and she orgasmed onto his hand almost immediately. “Did I pass your inspection sir?” “No, turn round and bend over.” She did, spreading her legs as she did so and was soon rewarded by Dennis’ cock thrusting hard into her pussy.” “Ummph, what are you doing sir?” “Fucking you girl, it’s punishment for being outside with no clothes on.” “Then you are going to have to punish me a lot sir.” “I know.” Dennis thrust into her over and over until they both came, then he told her to go and put the kettle on because they had work to do. That work was starting the ball rolling on getting hold of tents and other camping equipment, and finding out if there was a minibus that he could borrow. Thirty minutes later social services had booked the camping equipment for him and the council had made a booking for a 17 seater minibus with a roof rack for him. Shortly after that when Mandy was just returning from that flat, the doorbell rang and Mandy shouted, “I’ll get it.” It took a couple of seconds to remember that she’d be naked and Dennis shouted, “No Mandy, don’t,” but it was too late. He ran to the door and saw Mandy’s naked back and passed her, a man in suit, wellies and a white hard hat. Both were just staring at each other. “Mandy,” Dennis said, “how many times do I have to tell you to put some clothes on when you leave your room? Go back to your room right now.” Mandy turned and walked back and Dennis turned to the man and said, “Sorry about that, how may I help you.” By then the man was smiling a bit but still managed to act professionally and ignored what he had just witnessed. “I’m here to look at the site of an extension that is going to be built on one end of this building. You are aware of it aren’t you sir?” “Oh yes, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here so soon. I’m Dennis Wilson, the manager here. Sorry about the young lady, I’m having a slight problem with her at the moment, she just won’t keep her clothes on.” “Ian Johnson, architect, I’m managing the project. I just need to look at the site and do a bit of measuring if that’s okay with you?” “Of course, no problem, when will the building work start, I was told that it will be completed by Christmas.” “If everything goes according to plan it should be finished long before that, we’re going to do a modular build, concrete the footings and a base then bring pre-built sections and bolt it all together, hoping to complete the extension by late August then the refurb of the old part by the mid October.” “You have been told that we are not vacating the place whilst you do the work haven’t you?” “Yes, that’s no problem, we’ll finish the extension, move you in, do the refurb then knock a hole between the old and the new, just a bit of dust when we knock through, that’s it. You should be able to keep operating throughout the whole project. How many kids have you got here right now?” “A dozen.” “And another dozen when the project is complete, rather you than me mate, I struggle with the 2 that I’ve got at home.” “Its not that bad, this place isn’t like most children’s homes, I try to be their big brother and it’s worked so far.” “Interesting.” “Can I offer you a cup of tea or coffee?” “Thanks but no thanks, can I just go round the side and get on with it?” “Sure, help yourself. Shout if you need anything.” Ian Johnson went off to do whatever and Dennis went inside to find Mandy smiling and playing with her pussy. He was going to rebuke her for opening the door without any clothes on but the sight of her changed his mind and he dropped his trousers and fucked her right there in the lounge. “That’s twice in this room Dennis.” Mandy said when she was able. “When are we starting on the other rooms.” “Soon darling, soon.” About an hour later the doorbell rang again. This time Dennis made it to the door before Mandy did. “I’ve got everything that I need for now Mr. Wilson, the builders will be here week after next to get started.” “It’s Dennis please, we keep everything informal here. What time will the workmen start and finish each day Ian?” “Very unlikely that anyone will be here before 8:30 on a morning and they should be gone by 5 pm. Will that be a problem for you Dennis?” “No, no, we can work around that, thank you.” Ian Johnson left leaving Dennis thinking about how he could work things so that the builders didn’t get to see any naked girls. The morning shouldn’t be a problem but the afternoons would be. That evening at the dining table, he explained what was going to happen and what their involvement would be, telling them that they had to keep their school uniforms on until the last of the builders had left each day. “How will we know when they’ve left?” Lucy asked. “Well they’ll all arrive in vans so if there’s a van out the front then there will be some builders here.” Then he continued and told them about a little incident earlier that day when Mandy forgot that she was naked and opened the front door and gave a man a nice surprise. “She didn’t forget.” David said. “I did.” Mandy replied. “That doesn’t matter and I can easily understand you girls forgetting that you have no clothes on but I have to insist that you don’t open the front door without any clothes on. To that end I will be closing the top bolt and hanging a dress on that bolt. You will have to take the dress off the bolt to open the bolt and, hopefully, remember to put the dress on before you open the door. Okay it’s a dress that fits the largest of you but there’s not much difference between all of you so the smallest of you will still look presentable, and it’s only for a few minutes.” There was couple of groans but everyone agreed to comply. A couple of weeks later the girls were all lined-up for their inspection when they heard a vehicle at the front of the house. As soon as Jennifer, who was at the front of the queue, had been inspected, she ran round the side of the house and then came back and told everyone that a van and a big digger had arrived, For the first time ever, the girls were in a rush to get their inspections over with as they wanted to go and see. Ruth was the last to be released and after running round and then back she told Dennis and Mandy, who was naked, that a big lorry had arrived as well. Dennis set her off to school then turned to Mandy and gave her the usual tit then pussy massage and was rewarded with the usual orgasm on his hand. When he thought that she was capable of absorbing anything that he said he told her to go and get a dress, a short dress and bring it downstairs. “What for?” she asked. “Well those guys are going to want a few cups of tea during the day and, as much as I would like to, I can’t send you out there naked so each time that you go where any of those guys are you need to put the dress on.” “Can I wear a dress that only just covers my butt and pussy?” “Don’t all of your dresses only just cover your goodies?” “I do have one that’s longer.” “Wear one of the short ones then if you have to, when you bend over they will be able to see your goodies and you can pretend that it was an accident.” “I see, an accident.” “Precisely, now go and get that dress.” “Yes boss.” By the time the kids got back from school, Mandy had taken tea to the workmen 4 times, them telling her that it was thirsty work; and she’d had to bend over every time. For some unknown reason (ha), the guys always left their mugs on the ground and well apart so that she had bend over numerous times. It was only the last time of the day that she realised what they were doing and started making sure that at least 1 of the workman was behind her when she bent over. When the kids got back the everyone wanted to see what was going on and they went round to the wire fence that the workman had erected and watched for a while. Once that had been seen enough they returned to the house. Most of the girls went to their rooms, dumped their school things then came back downstairs. Jennifer was the exception, she stayed in her room and it wasn’t until Dennis went and knocked on her door to check that she was okay, that he found out why she was still there. Her big window overlooked the building site and she was walking around her room naked. Dennis looked out and saw 1 workman looking up. “Jennifer,” Dennis said, “if you’re going to try to let the men see you you have to make it look like you don’t know that they are looking. Never look down at them and never wave to them. It’s an accident, right?” “I know that, but, it’s just that I got carried away. It’s the first time that someone has looked at me through a window.” “I’m sure that it won’t be the last time Jennifer, you are beautiful young lady and every may would love to see you naked.” “Every man?” “Well maybe not the gay ones.” “Okay Dennis, I understand.” “It’s just that I can’t have those men telling their boss that they want to work here because the girls flaunt their naked bodies in front of them. The bosses would tell other people and before long social service would find out and I will probably get fired and you kids would get moved to another home.” “Okay Dennis, I get the message, and I’ll tell the others.” “Thank you Jennifer.” The workmen were soon gone and things got back to normal. The next day the workmen were back and it was a sunnier day. That gave Dennis an idea and he got Mandy to wear her bikini for the day. What’s more he experiment with the strings being fastened looser and looser until the top slid off her tits at the slightest wobble of her little tits and the unlined gusset hung down below her pussy. Then he sent her out with the first tray of teas of the day. When she got back her right tit was fully exposed and Dennis could see her clit and lips through one of the leg holes. He smiled and told her that she looked amazing then took her to the storeroom where he fucked her. Each time that Mandy took tea out to the workmen she came back with at least one nipple exposed and the gusset of her bottoms hanging loose on one side, Mandy acting as if nothing was exposed. The workmen were back each day and so was the sun so Dennis sent her out in her bikini with the teas each day, and she got fucked in 3 more rooms by Dennis. The girls weren’t too happy about having to keep their clothes on until after the workmen were gone but they were getting used to it, as was Jennifer who Dennis saw wandering around in front of her window most days. The doctors visit on the Thursday was another success and after it he and Dennis had a chat, the doctor wanting to know what all the mess outside was. Dennis gave him the relevant information then the doctor said, “So when it’s all finished there are going to be 24 kids here and most of them are going to be girls?” “That’s the plan Harry.” “And you’re going to put those mirror cameras in each of the girls rooms and at the bottom of the medical couch?” “Sure am, I’ve already ordered the mirrors, one for each kids room but I’m only going to connect the ones in the girl’s rooms. Do you want a copy of the videos that I’ve already got Harry?” “Yes please, I’ll bring a memory stick with me next week.” “Okay.” “So there could be going on for 20 girls to get off each Thursday? That could take some time. Would you mind if I brought another doctor along with me and would you consider getting a second medical couch to save time.” “I see where you are going Harry, yes I’ll be getting a second couch and I’ll find a way of disguising them as just padded benches, I already had to tell one of the social services people that it was there so that the kids can see the TV over the top of the kids sat on the sofa. Silly woman said that it was a good idea. And yes, another pair of hands would get through the girls quicker. Do you have someone in mind?” “Yes I have, another young doctor just out of med school. We’ve talked quite a lot and have similar interests.” “Can you trust him?” “Hell, after he’s been here once and you’ve got the videos, then we sure as hell can trust him.” “See what you mean. Okay, bring him along next week if you like, see if he can keep up with Mandy.” “You really are a lucky bastard there mate.” “I know, I’ve even got her a magic wand and she uses it that much that I think it’s going to burn itself out soon.” “Have you got any videos of her using it?” “Lots.” “Can you put some on the memory stick next week? You don’t mind do you? She is your girlfriend.” “I certainly don’t mind and I’m sure that she wouldn’t mind, if she knew that is. That reminds me, I need to get her checking the videos of the girl’s rooms and the bathrooms each day, see if it makes her even more horny than she already is. Did I tell you what she flashes her goods to the workmen each day?” “No.” “She just does whatever I tell her to do, but she does like doing it. Whenever she comes back from visiting them she’s dripping and asks me to fuck her.” “How the hell did you end up with a girl like that?” “Luck mate, pure luck.” The weather put a dampener on things for the next 3 weeks, progress on the extension was slow, the girls weren’t happy about their restrictions and it always seemed to be raining when the kids wanted to go to town or the park. Even the keep fit sessions outside didn’t happen. Dennis could sense the frustration but what could he do? The only ray of sunlight for Dennis for those 3 weeks was Mandy, she was learning about running the place quite quickly and Dennis gave her some regular jobs to do. The other great thing with Mandy was that she seemed to be wanting more from Dennis in the sex department. She asked to be shaved every day, wanted fucking morning noon and night and Dennis was starting to get worried that her wand might pack-up because of over-work. Possibly, the only other 2 things that were going well for the kids were the school PE lessons, because of the bad weather the kids were in the gym instead of being outside, and that meant gymnastics practise for those who wanted it, and badminton for the others at the other end of the gym. There wasn’t enough courts or equipment for all the kids to play badminton at once so when they weren’t playing they were watching, They may have been told to watch the badminton but most of them were watching the Bright Sparks girls in their PE skirts. The other thing that was going well was the doctor’s visits. The newly qualified doctor started coming with the usual doctor and the new doctor needed a lot of instruction and practice in clitoral stimulation. Each girl got a double dose of it with the resultant number of orgasms. What’s more, the 2 doctors kept telling everyone that more instruction and practice was needed and that it would be a few weeks before he got good at it. Dennis is 100 percent sure that all the girls know that it is a setup but none of them complain. One bad thing that did happen during the third week was that Dennis was called to the school to see the head teacher. He guessed that it was about the girls clothes and he was right. The head teacher started going on about the lack of underwear and that it was distracting the other kids and the teachers, adding that their PE skirts were inappropriate. Dennis had already worked out his argument saying that he would love to be able to purchase underwear and other new clothes for the kids, then asking if the head teacher had noticed that the other garments that they wore were ill-fitting and quite worn. Dennis explained that all the kids from Bright Sparks wore hand-me-down clothing because there just wasn’t enough money to pay for new clothes and food. Dennis’ final salvo was to ask the head teacher if the school had any money in any cost centres that could be used to resolve the issue. Of course there wasn’t because schools are just as short of money as children’s homes are. The head teacher went through his options with Dennis and the conclusion was that there just wasn’t the money to resolve the issue so nothing could be done. The head teacher had to have the final word and Dennis could have laughed when it was suggested that the girls had lessons in how to sit like a lady. Dennis responded by saying that he’d try to find a motherly woman who could take on that task. When they were having their evening meal everyone was laughing when Dennis told them about his visit to the school. Things plodded on very much the same until the summer break. Everyone was happy because the school year had ended and they were going on holiday, some of them for the first time every. The afternoon before the departure date Dennis left Mandy in charge and went to collect the minibus taking Mike and David with him When they saw it, it was just what Dennis had requested, 17 seats an a roof rack. Then it was off to collect the camping equipment, which was why Dennis took Mike and David with him, why use all your energy when you can get 2 keen young men to do the work for you. As the equipment came out of the store. The storeman explained to Dennis what each item was, and for the tents, a quick instruction of how to put them up. Dennis wasn’t a total novice in that area, one of the homes that he’d been in was next door to a scout hut and the home manager had enrolled Dennis in the scouts. He had learnt quite a bit in the scouts and had been camping with them twice before he had to leave after social services moved him to another home. Dennis had got Mike and David to put all the equipment into the back of the minibus saying that they’d load it properly the next morning. Back at Bright Sparks it was a good job that the builders had left for the weekend as everyone, including 7 naked girls, came running out when one of them saw the minibus arrive. They all had a good look around it before going back inside, Dennis standing and looking at it and working out what was going where when they loaded it properly in the morning. Then he went to have a look at the growing extension. The first few of the modules had arrived and had been bolted together. He guessed that he really shouldn’t have, but he went through the fence and had a look in. He was pleased to see that what he assumed was one of the bedrooms was a little bigger than the kids existing ones and he tried to imagine 2 rows of them with a bathroom halfway down one row on each floor. Mandy snapped him out of his daydream by shouting to him to tell him that the food was ready. The next morning everyone was up before their usual time and eager to get on the road. Even the girls who Dennis had told would have to wear clothes for most of the holiday, were dressed and eager to leave. School backpacks had been emptied onto beds and clothes and toiletries stuffed in them. None of the kids had many clothes and Dennis was gambling on the weather being kind to them. Breakfast finished and washing-up done, Dennis and Mandy supervised the taking of everything outside ready for the loading to begin. Confident that they had everything that they needed, Dennis then went outside and got the kids to unload the camping equipment, telling the moaning kids that they needed to have somewhere to sit. Then the loading began with Dennis asking who wanted to climb onto the roof rack to place whatever where Dennis told them. He’d been expecting David and Mike to volunteer but it was Jane’s and Ann’s hands that went up. Jane was wearing an ultra short dress and Ann a top and very short skirt and all the boys commented on what they could see as the 2 girls climbed up the ladder on one of the rear doors. Dennis couldn’t help himself and he too looked at the 2 butts and pussies. Everyone kept looking up the skirts of the 2 girls stood on the roof until Dennis said, “Okay, you’ve seen them before and you’ll see them again, let’s get on with the job at hand.” Dennis told the kids which bags were to go onto the roof and he watched as lots of eager hands lifted the heavy tents and marque up, Ann and Jane having to bend to receive them and move them around. Poles were pushed under seats then big bags then small bags were put on the seats at the rear that wouldn’t have butts on them. Finally Dennis climbed onto the roof and tied everything down, thankful that he remembered the knots that he’s learnt in the scouts. Both girls on the roof lost a bit of their nerve and Dennis had to hang on to them from the roof and eager, boy’s hands went out to steady them as they climbed down, somehow managing to get the girls skirts up above their waists. Of course neither of them complained. When the loading had started, Dennis had sent Mandy back inside to go round every room to make sure that everything was switched off, unplugged and closed, and she was waiting, key in hand, when Dennis climbed down. A last look around and check that everything and everyone was onboard, and Dennis switched on the engine. To a chorus of a silly little kids song about wheels going round, the minibus left Bright Sparks. Fortunately the minibus came with a satnav so Dennis didn’t need a human navigator and about 90 minutes later they were at a service area about half way there. “Make yourselves decent and go and have a pee or whatever folks.” Dennis said to everyone. “I’ll stay here until some of you get back.” Dennis watched as 7 barely covered backsides and 6 boys headed to the buildings and he hoped that they could do whatever without causing an incident. They did and he soon watched them walking back laughing and giggling. “Is this the last stop before we get there?” Jennifer asked Dennis. “That’s the plan.” Dennis replied as he headed off for a pee. When he got back he climbed in and turned his head to check that everyone was there, he saw 6 naked girls, Mandy being the exception as she was sat in the front, although she did have her spread feet up on the dash. “Girls, if you’re intending to flash your goodies to other motorists just make it lorry drivers. They’ll appreciate it but in cars and buses there are too many people with plenty of idle time and mobile phones.” “They can take photos of our tits and butts.” Lucy said. “And they can phone the police, so don’t risk it girls, and boys, don’t you encourage them.” Dennis did hear outbursts of cheering and laughter on the odd occasions where they did pass a lorry, but the minibus had a speed restricting device and they couldn’t go much faster than most of the lorries. Just as the first person asked, “Are we there yet?” they were. They pulled up outside the site’s reception building and Dennis turned his head and told everyone to make themselves decent adding that he didn’t want them to get thrown off the site before they’d even got the tents up. Dennis and Mandy went inside, Dennis making sure that Mandy’s butt and pussy were covered before he opened the door, checked-in and paid the rest of the fees. He was given a map of the site and the woman pointed out a few of the facilities and where she wanted them to setup their camp. She told him that there was just one other group in the field at the moment and they could choose they pitched their tents wherever they wanted.. Dennis thanked the woman and he and Mandy went back to the minibus. They slowly drove through the site with everyone looking out and commenting on a few things. Dennis stopped at the entrance to the field to decide where to pitch their tents he wanted them to be as far away from anyone else as possible. He chose a corner of the field with a bit of a wood on one side, and the start of the beach on the other side. He was pleased to see that there was a big hedge between the field and the main campsite. He didn’t want the camper on the main site to be able to see what he just knew would be soon happening, girls running around totally naked. It was also the opposite end of the field to where there was a group of other tents pitched. He couldn’t see anyone there and guessed that they were out for the day. “Okay guys,” Dennis loudly said as the minibus came to a halt, “marque up first, just in case it starts to rain, then we’ll put up the other tents. Who wants to go up onto the roof and get everything off?” This time it was Jennifer and Lucy who volunteered. Thank you girls, the rest of you slide the poles out and then wait for me to tell you what to do; and I expect everyone to do their share of the work, TEAM Bright Sparks, remember?” Jennifer and Lucy were soon up on the roof with the boys looking up their skirts as they waited for them to untie the ropes and lower the bags to the waiting hands. Dennis found David and Mike quite useful as they remembered what the storeman had said about how to put up the marque, and about 30 minutes later the walls were being hung round the sides of the marque, Dennis making sure that the door in was on the beach side, not the field side. He didn’t want other campers to be able to see in because he had no idea what might go on in there if he wasn’t there. Then it was the tents for the kids, 2 of them, one for girls and one for the boys. Well that was how it would start off but Dennis wasn’t sure just how long that would last. The tents were a bit like a modern version of the old scouts ridge tents that Dennis had used during his days as a scout, and Dennis found them easy to erect, him standing and issuing orders to both boys and girls as they all did their bit. Dennis was amused at the girls, all I their short skirts and dresses, bending over or squatting down to pick things up or knock pegs in. He saw more pussies, not counting slits, than he did on a normal day. Again, Dennis got the tents pitched with the door facing the beach but close together. The tent that was for him and Mandy was last, it was a modern one with fibreglass poles and it took a bit of working out how to put it up but Mike, David and himself managed it while Mandy supervised the others getting out tables and other things for in the marque. Finally, when all the tents were up, Dennis explained what the rolls of thin sponge were for, giving each of them one and a sleeping bag, and told them to take them, and their bag of personal belongings to their tents. He had to remind Tony that he would be sleeping in the boy’s tent, not with the girls. Although he wasn’t sure how long that would last. “So you’re not going to give us yoga lessons on these mats then?” Angela asked. “No Angela, as I said, they’re to stop the cold coming up to you from the ground. Make sure that you don’t roll off them otherwise you’ll wake up feeling cold.” “If I do I’ll go and squeeze into one of the boys sleeping bags.” Dennis just gave Angela a ‘I hope that you are joking’ look. Dennis was both happy, and unhappy when he saw the sleeping bags being unrolled, as they all had zips along one side. He knew what that meant but he decided to let the kids find out for themselves. Dennis had asked Mandy to organise their tent and when he went to see how she was getting on he was surprised to see that she had zipped both their sleeping bags together. He smiled as he looked at that, and her bare butt as she was on her hands and knees with her back to him, organising their tent. Dennis then went to the girls tent to see how they were getting on, again watching the girls organising themselves on their hands and knees. He was pleased to see that the tents were big enough to easily sleep 6. Just before he moved on he told them to go to the marque when they were finished. Then he went to the boys tent and told them the same thing. In the marque he started setting up things where he wanted them, and got the kids to help him as they arrived. Things organised, he got them to sit at the tables then got Mandy to list the jobs that would need to be done as each one was suggested by the kids. He added a few of his own then asked Mandy to work out a rota for everyone to do their share of the work. Next he gave them a little talk on some of the basics of camping that he had learnt when he was a scout, things like not touching the inside of the tent when it was raining (he had to explain that one, the same as he had had to have it explained when he was their age), and where not to have a pee in the middle of the night. He also told the girls that they were to wear clothes when they went to the main campsite, saying that if they didn’t some boring people could complain and they would get told to leave the campsite. Finally satisfied that they were organised, Dennis told the kids that they could go and explore which they quickly did. Dennis took hold of Mandy’s hand, led her to their tent, and they had their first fuck in a tent. When they had both recovered Dennis told Mandy to put her bikini on and he took Mandy exploring as well, Dennis feeling really proud of his beautiful and very scantily dressed girlfriend. As they walked across the grass Mandy said, “Why are there patches of light green grass Dennis?” “That is where tents have been for more than a few days, the grass is covered and can’t get any daylight. If the tent had been there much longer the grass would have died.” “Oh, right, I didn’t think of that.” The first place that they found was a toilet block and Dennis was surprised at how clean and smell free the gents side was. As they wandered on, hand in hand, they passed a few people most of them smiling at them or actually sating hello. None of them paid that much attention to Mandy, that Dennis could see, although he never turned his head to see if any of them had turned theirs to look at her exposed butt in the incredibly brief, thong bottoms. They came across a cafe, a small amusement arcade where they saw Tommy and William playing on a machine, Dennis wondering where they got the money to play from, a kids play area, and an area that had a sign calling an ‘adults exercise area’. That was where all the other kids were, mainly just sitting on the equipment and talking, amongst themselves and with some other kids that Dennis assumed were staying there with their parents. None of the girls were making any attempt to cover their butts or pussies, a fact that the direction of most of the boys heads told Dennis that they were looking at the girls exposure. Dennis and Mandy waved at their kids to say hello then continued walking. Next they came across a small swimming pool, it had a big frame stacked at one end that Dennis assumed pulled out over the whole pool when the weather wasn’t as good as it was right then. Round the pool he saw half a dozen people on sun-loungers either reading or soaking up the sun. They walked down more little roads with tents and caravans on either side until they got where they had originally entered their field. They saw a path that they hadn’t noticed when they arrived and assumed that it went down to the beach and they quickly discovered that it did. Mandy loving the feeling of sand between her toes for the first time as she walked. It’s a big beach and there were quite a few people on it but it couldn’t be described as crowded, and Mandy was the first to spot a naked person, a man laying near the small sand dunes. “Can I take my bikini off please Dennis?” “Good idea Mandy, I can put it in my shorts pocket.” She did, and the little pieces of material didn’t even make a bulge in the shorts pocket. They walked some more, down at the water’s edge, seeing a few more naked people, both men, women and little kids who obviously saw nothing wrong with being naked. Dennis was so happy that he was on a public beach with his naked girlfriend and other people were there and some were looking at her. After a while they turned and walked back, the same people watching Mandy as they walked passed the other way. When they got to the path to the field they just kept walking, Dennis thought that he saw someone near one of the tents of the other group in the field but he wasn’t sure and they just kept going. Back at the marque, Dennis was pleased that none of the kids were back and he told Mandy to bend over one of the tables and he fucked her until they both orgasmed. Dennis had just got his shorts back up and fastened when he saw Jennifer walk through the door. “Hi, oh good, we can strip now can we?” She didn’t wait for an answer and her dress was off in seconds and she was asking Mandy if she’d enjoyed her walk. “Where have you been?” Jennifer asked. “Around the site then on the beach.” Dennis answered. “Did you see some naked people on the beach?” “Yes we did.” Mandy replied. “Did the men have hard cocks?” “No.” “Maybe I should go there as tease them a bit.” “Tease who?” Jane asked as she walked through the door. “The naked men on the beach.” Jennifer replied as she watched Jane take her skirt and top off. “Who’s coming to the beach with me?” Jane asked. From outside the marque Dennis heard quite a few of kids say that they would. “Hang on a minute.” Dennis loudly said, “Have you all looked at the roster yet, because 2 of you have to start getting the meal ready.” Dennis heard a couple of groans and they all came in and looked at the roster, causing 2 more groans and the rest of the kids turned and walked out, the rest of the girls taking their clothes off as they went. “Don’t worry Lucy and William” Dennis said, “There will be plenty of times when you will be on the beach and they won’t.” William, Lucy, Mandy and Dennis started getting the meal organised, Dennis showing Lucy and William how to light the gas burners then telling Mandy to go and get some water and that there was a tap just inside the gate to the field. “Can I go like this Dennis?” “Have a look around and if you can’t see anyone, then yes. If you can see anyone, put your bikini back on.” “Okay.” Mandy said as she picked up the water carrier and left the marque. When she got back she said, “There wasn’t anyone else on the field when I left but as I was filling the carrier a minibus came and drove into the field. It was full of teenagers and some were whistling and shouting at me.” “What did you do Mandy?” Lucy asked. “Waved to them then waited until the carrier was full and carried it back here?” “Didn’t you try to cover you tits and pussy?” William asked. “No, why would I?” Dennis smiled and thought, “Good girl.” Meanwhile, all the other girls had stripped, put their clothes in their tent, and were ready to leave for the beach. Dennis threw a football to Mike and off they went, 5 totally naked teenage girls and 5 clothed teenage boys. Dennis wondered what anyone who was left on the beach would think. He also looked to the other end of the field and saw 2 teenaged boys watching the Bright Sparks kids. Dennis changed his thoughts to the evening meal. Checking that everything was coming along nicely he turned his thoughts to electricity. The place that had loaned them the camping equipment also loaned them a little fridge, some lights and a long cable. Dennis needed to get these ready for use. Then he took William for a walk up to the little shop to buy some milk. They’d brought some with them but they needed more for the morning. As they walked they talked, Dennis trying to find out what William thought of the place and what he wanted do whilst he was there. Unfortunately, most of the replies were “Dunno.” They only, not very constructive answer was that he wanted to see the girls running around on the beach watching their tits bounce about. When they got back Mandy told Dennis that the food would be ready soon so, instead of sending Mandy to get the others, he sent William telling him to tell the others to run back. William smiled and ran off. After the meal, the designated people got on with clearing-up and Dennis told the kids to go and kick the ball about in the field. They did, and a short while later Dennis decided to take the bull by the horns and go and see the other group that were camping in the same field. As he walked passed the Bright Sparks kids playing football, he smiled as he thought that his kids brought a whole new meaning to phrase ‘shirts vs. skins’. A man about Dennis’ age came out of a tent to meet Dennis. After introductions Dennis discovered that the group was from a school in London and that they were there to do some sort of expedition and well as having a few days away. “Sorry about my girls running around without any clothes on,” Dennis told the man, “it started as a punishment for 2 of the girls and then the others stripped off in sympathy. That was a couple of months ago and I still haven’t managed to get them to keep their clothes on all the time. At least they put something on when they go onto the main site.” “That’s okay, we don’t mind.” The man replied, “I assume that that naked girl getting some water earlier was one of yours. She caused quite a stir with our lot. Quite a looker that one.” “Yes, I guess that all our girls are quite attractive, it’s a good job that I have a steady girlfriend who I’m more than happy with.” “Even so, you must enjoy having naked young teenager girls around you?” “I suppose that I do, but I’ve got my girl. Hey, if your kids have any free time and you see mine just messing about maybe they could have a game of football or something. Keep them occupied for a while. “Thanks, I’ll let them know, I suspect that they’ll agree but I doubt that my lot will win, too busy looking at your girls.” “I’m sure that the my girls won’t mind.” Dennis went back to his part of the field, having a little kick around with his kids and watching the girls little tits wobble a little as they ran around. As he sat on a chair watching his kids and with the naked Mandy sat on his lap, one of her tits right in front of his face, Dennis briefly analysed his life and decided that things had tuned out well for him and that they looked like they were going to get even better. ******

BSC02 the Adventures of Janet and Becky A story in the Blanke Schande College Universe by Murray Wilson Copyright© 2016 by Murray Wilson Chapter 1: The First Day Before the alarm had sounded its final bleep Janet Rivers was awake – wide awake. Not only was she wide awake but her heart was pounding strongly below her young, naked breasts. She sat up immediately on her bed in the female dormitory of Blanke Schande College. She sat there quietly in the early morning light for fifteen minutes. Other girls in the dormitory were beginning to stir and make their way to the showers before beginning their day. Others slept on - not having the need to get to early lectures or other appointments. Janet sat there - silent - as the morning light gained strength from the rays of the rising Sun. Some of those rays hit her back through the door-less entranceway and she too began to gain strength. Eventually she took a deep breath and stood up. She was going to make it. Her confidence level was rising in step with the rising sun. Her beating heart was slowing to its normal rhythm. It was going to be OK. Today was going to be the first day of something wonderful for Janet. An adventure! A whole new way of living! This was her first day as an Absolute! In another dormitory Becky Bartell had woken up at the same time. She was also experiencing exactly the same apprehension. She was up immediately and got under the shower allowing herself the pleasure of all that warm water washing over her naked body. She felt her confidence lift as her body warmed up under the stream. She turned the water off then breathed in deeply several times as she stepped out of the shower cubicle. She always loved the feeling of not having to get dressed ... this was Blanke Schande! No female – student or staff – had to put on anything after a shower and they could stay that way ALL day – totally and wonderfully NUDE! But today Becky Bartell was going to go one step further. She was going to stay nude OFF campus as well. Today she was going to begin the life of an Absolute! Neither Janet nor Becky ever tired of that feeling of being able to step out into their day totally naked all day and every day ... twenty four seven. It was ALWAYS just so wonderful. Every other female on campus felt the same. All female students and staff of BSC cherished their life of total female nudity on campus. They valued it very highly and what it did for their personalities and character building was nothing short of amazing not to mention the academic achievements it produced as well. For Janet and Becky today was going to be different. Neither of them were going to put on a stitch of clothing anywhere, anytime, on or OFF campus. This was their first day as Absolutes and they were very nervous but also very excited. They were going to support each other totally in this venture and they had the total support of Danny and Peter – their BSC boyfriends. Both girls made their way towards the same cafeteria from different directions for breakfast. The early morning sun gave their naked bodies a beautiful golden glow. Droplets of water still glistened in the light on their hair and skin. Both girls loved the feeling of the ‘air towel’ that caressed and dried them as they moved and reminded them each just how much they loved being at Blanke Schande College. Being nude all the time on campus had given them both so much more confidence in themselves and now they were going to take that to the next level by being totally unclothed OFF campus as well! By the time both girls had reached the cafeteria they were completely dry and looked gorgeous. Janet was by far the more stunning of the two but Becky was still very attractive and the two male students they were meeting never failed to appreciate just how lovely these two naked female students were. Janet Rivers had beautiful black hair that was always immaculately combed. It swished and swayed ever so gently down her back and was neatly trimmed off a good twelve inches below her shoulders. That wonderful head of hair was complemented by a protruding crop of equally dark pubic bristle that sat proudly between her legs as they strode along. In amongst that dark sexy bristle could be seen the cutest tongue of pink pussy lip bobbing in and out of view with each stride. Those legs also set in motion the glorious swing of Janet’s hips and her very feminine ass. Not only did those hips swing beautifully along but so did Janet’s breasts. They were just fantastic. They were still very young and tight with a nice conical shape topped off with two very puffy nipples that bounced along gloriously with the motion of her body. Janet’s naked body was swarthy skinned and crowned with the most beautiful of faces that had succulent lips to die for and piercing, emerald green eyes that flashed in all directions as she strode confidently towards her rendezvous. Becky Bartell might not have been as good looking overall as Janet Rivers was but she was still a very pretty girl all the same. Her complexion was much fairer than Janet’s with sandy colored hair adorning her head and pubic region. That pubic region of fair hair had been manicured into a lovely heart shape that her boyfriend Peter just loved getting his nose into. Becky also had much bigger and rounder tits than Janet with two perfectly placed pink nipples right in the middle of each. Those two breasts also bounced wonderfully along in time with Becky’s gait as her own hips and ass swung in time with the intoxicating locomotion of her own very shapely legs. Along with all this was Becky’s cute little face which always had a most disarming smile across her lips. That smile was still there as Becky’s naked body moved along the footpath despite her own inner feelings of apprehension of what the day was about to bring. The naked Janet Rivers and the naked Becky Bartell converged on their meeting point at the same time. They both sat down next to Danny and Peter who had their breakfast food all ready and waiting. The two boys wanted to give these lovely girls the best start possible to what everyone recognized as a very brave thing to do. Danny and Peter looked at each girl in turn then said in unison, “Well ... are you ready?” Janet and Becky paused for a second while they studied the faces of these two wonderful men who had been so supportive in this whole process then said, also in unison... “YES! We are Absolutely Ready. From today on no article of clothing shall conceal our bodies from your view or the view of anyone else either on or OFF the Campus. From today onwards we are ABSOLUTES!” They all sat still just staring at each other. Peter was in love with Becky. Becky was in love with Peter. Danny was madly in love with Janet and Janet was madly in love with Danny. Each couple then leaned across the small café table and kissed. “I love you very much” said Peter “I love you very much, too” said Becky. Janet and Danny didn’t say anything. They just held their kiss a bit longer. Janet’s breasts gave a big satisfied heave in sympathy with her sigh as the two sets of lips parted. All four then ate their breakfast of fresh fruit, yogurt and cereal. The new day was about to begin and they needed to be out there and in it. Chapter 2: The Bus Trip Apart from being nude in their own homes neither girl had ever been naked in a public place before (apart from Blanke Schande College, of course). Because of this fact the President of BSC, Eleanor Grimes Ferguson, had taken the time to talk to Janet and Becky on many occasions to make sure they were ready for this. “You can’t just ‘slide’ into the life of an Absolute” she told them. “You just have to decide, then do it! You are either TOTALLY naked in public or you are NOT!” It would be Eleanor’s call to decide if a girl was ready to take this step. If she thought these girls weren’t ready to do this for any reason at all then they wouldn’t be allowed to proceed. In Janet and Becky’s case the President of BSC was more than satisfied that they could cope. She knew that part of that coping process was good support and she knew these two girls had excellent support in the form of Danny and Peter and their many friends. Even though you might not be able to ‘slide’ into the life of an Absolute you could still set a plan that made it a whole lot easier to adjust. The first step of that plan, as set by Eleanor Ferguson, for these two girls was to catch a local bus from BSC to the nearby township of Cedarcrest. The townsfolk there were very sympathetic to BSC. As a result they were always getting visits from naked female students venturing out as Absolutes for the first time. Cedarcrest had some lovely shops, cafes, restaurants and even a well patronized mall with a huge array of emporiums and craft shops. Even though a girl might not need to buy clothes anymore it was still amazing as to just what they could spend their money on. A naked Becky and Janet stood at the Main Entrance to BSC with Peter and Danny. Peter and Danny weren’t going with the girls to Cedarcrest. Eleanor had insisted the girls go by themselves to see how they felt. It would be a good test to see if they really wanted to live the life of an Absolute. If they backed out at this stage no one would really know and there would be no loss of face or embarrassment for anyone. The girls were convinced that this wasn’t going to happen. All the same the BSC President insisted they go by themselves just to see how they felt and if they could really and truly cope on their own. The girls were ready to go. They were each allowed to take a small shoulder bag that could hold a purse, a bit of makeup, some tissues, a cellphone and not much more. At no time were theses bags allowed to cover their breasts or hide their genitalia from public view. They were each told that being an Absolute was an honor and would reflect badly on BSC if girls did not follow the code to the letter. Reports had sometimes come back of BSC girls acting in this unseemly manner ... hiding parts of their body from view. They were spoken to very severely then given another chance. Most never ‘forgot’ again. One or two left BSC as a result and only one had ever been expelled - so far ... the emphasis being on ‘so far’. So here they stood at the Main Entrance to BSC with their little bags and ready to face the world - IN THE NUDE! Danny and Peter stood and waved as the girls set off down the road to the Bus Stop. As they set off Janet turned to Becky and said, “Wow! Are we really doing this?” “Yes we are and don’t you feel just so proud!” Becky’s chest was out with her lovely, round tits sailing forth in front of her in all their glory. They got to the Bus Stop but had to wait fifteen minutes for the next ride. Janet had hardly said a word but finally looked at Becky and said quietly, “Actually, are you feeling what I am feeling?” She then looked down at Becky’s blonde and cutely manicured pussy fur. Becky noticed the look and looked down at Janet’s very dark but also nicely trimmed pussy fur. There was always that little tongue of pink pussy lip poking out from Janet’s patch. Becky always thought that it looked just so sweet. Both girls looked up from each others vagina and into each others eyes. Being outside the confines of Blanke Schande College but still in the nude for the first time had produced an unexpected result for both girls. Janet was starting to feel very wet between her legs and so was Becky. The day was still young and neither girl was sure what they were going to do about this. Was it going to subside as they got used to what they were doing or was it going to get worse? Becky looked down at her own patch then gave it a good rub with her hand and said in a low growly voice, “Down Girl, down!” Janet laughed. She did the same thing. She gave her dark pussy a real hard rub with her right hand and said, “Come on Girl, settle down now!” This eased the sexual tension in their loins a little bit but not by much and they were still quite wet when the bus pulled up. The ride to Cedarcrest was very uneventful. They were the only passengers and the bus driver was a fifty year old lady who seemed totally disinterested in these two naked girls. She had seen it many times before on this route and her only focus right now was driving. What both Becky and Janet did enjoy about the ride was the way their breasts jiggled around with every bump in the road. Normally they would be wearing a bra. Not this time. The jiggling around was also starting to arouse them again. They both laughed at the large wet patch they would be leaving on the seat when they got off. They were also constantly rubbing their pussies and telling their sex organs to calm down. It was becoming a bit of a running joke between them. To be honest they both felt like a couple of naughty, giggling school girls away from their parents for the first time. This freedom of being nude in public was very exciting even though they hadn’t truly been ‘out in public’ yet. After a twenty minute ride they stepped off the bus still giggling and still feeling highly aroused between their legs. For the first time now they were really and TRULY out in public and totally naked! Chapter 3: Cake Crumbs and Pubic Hair Throngs of people, all fully clothed, were everywhere. Until recently, Becky and Janet had lived this way themselves but now it all felt strange and foreign to them. They both gulped and each took in a deep breath. Could they pass this First Test!? A car whizzed by and a young, good looking gentleman tooted his car horn in appreciation of what he was seeing. Other passers-by nodded or smiled at the naked girls but no one seemed to mind. They had taken their first steps into the life of an Absolute and it was going well. They were in a town full of normal people all going about their normal business and they were in amongst it all and TOTALLY NUDE - the only two naked females for miles around. As they started to walk along the street they felt a new exhilaration take hold of them. It was a very heady mix knowing that everyone and anyone here could see their nudity. The President of the United States could drive by and he would be able to admire their bouncing tits, their swinging asses and a full frontal view of their very neatly trimmed pussy patches ... a blonde one and a very dark brunette one. The two girls felt like they were really getting into the spirit of being an Absolute and it was having the same effect on their state of arousal as the bus trip had. Becky and Janet’s vaginal blood flow had increased along with the increased secretion of vaginal fluids. They both were getting very wet and extremely turned on. Janet seemed to be feeling it more than Becky. The fire growing in her loins was making here lose concentration. Twice Becky had to grab Janet’s arm and pull her back from on-coming traffic. Eventually Becky took Janet’s hand and led her into a nice quiet coffee shop. They went right to the back just to get away from the traffic noise so they could think and talk. Soon a young and very pretty waitress came up to take their order. As she turned away to get the girls’ food she said, “Boy! I wish I was as brave as you girls. You must be from Blanke Schande. I’m going to enroll there one day just so I can be like you!” The girls drank their coffee with a sandwich and a piece of cake. They faced out towards the road and sat with their legs wide apart. Anyone coming in would be able to see right up under the table and right up between their legs. Everything had to be on display for everyone’s viewing pleasure. This was standard BSC policy either on campus as a normal student or off campus in the case of Absolutes. For Janet, doing this at BSC was one thing but doing it here in full public view was another. It felt totally awesome. She was just so turned on. Her body was starting to scream out for some Stress Relief. Becky was feeling much the same but to a slightly lesser degree. Several people came and went from the shop. When the male customers realized what they were looking at a big grin would spread across their face. They would look more intently then smile at the girls and blow them a friendly kiss. Janet and Becky would then swing their tits a bit at the boys just to give them a bit more pleasure and the boys loved it ... young and old alike. After a while things in the shop quietened down. The lunch rush was over and Becky was starting to push together their used plates when a few bread crumbs and bits of cake fell from the table right down between Janet’s legs. Becky apologized and reached down to retrieve the offending crumbs. It wasn’t difficult since Janet’s legs were sitting wide apart. As Becky was picking those bits and pieces up her fingers brushed gently against Janet’s dark pubic hair as well as her still highly aroused pussy lips. This caused Janet to give an immediate groan of pleasure. She grabbed Becky’s hand and held it tightly against her labia majora and her dripping wet labia minora! “Don’t you dare take those fingers away!” she murmured. Janet then swung her right arm across her body and started playing with Becky’s right nipple. “You need some Stress Relief as much as I do, don’t you? And I’m not moving from this spot until you give me some! Now get going Becky Bartell! Forget about about those goddam cake crumbs and get those fingers of yours right in there between my legs. Then I will see what I can do for you in return ... you sexy little bitch!” Becky Bartell didn’t hesitate for a moment and promptly forgot all about those wayward cake crumbs. She knew exactly how Janet was feeling and decided this would be an exciting way to help her out. Becky was going to finger fuck the gorgeous, naked Janet Rivers, in a coffee shop, in the middle of Cedarcrest and miles from the safety of BSC. Her fingers went to work immediately and she really did know how to use them. Chapter 4: Passing the First Test With those cake and bread crumbs still swimming around Janet’s legs her pussy lips were getting worked over wonderfully by Becky’s fingers. Her clitoris was getting beautifully massaged as well and Becky’s fingers were also sliding in and out of Janet’s very wet vagina as Janet’s legs spread themselves wide apart. Janet just quietly closed her eyes as she leaned right back into her chair and enjoyed every second of this lovely moment. It wasn’t long before Janet was experiencing wave after wave of rhythmic muscle contractions in her pelvic region. Her back was arched and she was biting down hard on her bottom lip and she just couldn’t seem to spread her legs wide enough apart for Becky’s ministrations. Becky continued to caress, tickle and massage Janet’s labia minora, clitoris, and vaginal opening. She looked straight ahead as if nothing was going on but she too was just so highly aroused with her own sex juices running down her leg and all over the seat just like on that bus. As for Janet ... the pleasure she was feeling was incredible. Her breasts became pointier and harder than ever as the orgasm took hold of her whole body. The feeling of Becky’s hand in and around her womanhood was fantastic. “I wonder if she is this good with Peter’s cock!” Janet thought. “Lucky boy if she is!” she mused. As Janet began to ‘cum’ down from her mountain top of pleasure she jumped up and grabbed Becky’s hand. She then dragged her down the corridor to the unisex bathroom by the backdoor. It wasn’t for the sake of modesty but she honestly did not want to ruin the patronage of this excellent establishment. They had been so friendly to her and Becky and she did not want to spoil that. When they were in the bathroom Becky found herself thrust up against the wall of one of the cubicles. Janet began to lick and suck Becky’s two beautifully round breasts. Her tongue was flicking one of Becky’s pink nipples when she stopped and dropped to her knees plunging her face deep into Becky’s very wet pussy mound. Janet could feel Becky’s blonde pubic bristles press into her nose as she used her nose to find Becky’s clitoris and massage it for all it was worth. She then started using her tongue to swing in and around Becky’s inner and outer pussy lips. She ran it up and down Becky’s lovely, soft pink slit, tasting all those juices as she went. Janet then started sucking the clitoris, dragging it into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue – over and over again. Becky was in heaven ... hundreds of miles above the earth. Her head was spinning as the orgasm began to race through her body. She couldn’t believe what Janet was doing to her. They had been very good friends for years now but never on this level. This girl between her legs was amazing. Danny was a very, very lucky man if his penis got this sort of treatment from Janet! She didn’t know it but he did ... quite regularly. Janet just loved to try out all sorts of things on him for his Stress Relief and he loved it all, of course! Becky was looking down and clutching at Janet’s lovely black hair as the last wave of pleasure ebbed from her body. Janet was giving Becky’s blonde pussy a few final licks and kisses when there came a gentle knock at the door of the stall. A high, sweet voice floated over the cubicle wall. “Hi there. I am sorry to bother you but I am Jennifer Belmont, your waitress. I have something here you might need.” With that Janet stood up and looked at Becky. Becky looked at Janet then she slowly opened the door. Jennifer was standing there with a pile of moistened, warm towels for the two girls to freshen themselves up with. She had been quietly observing the whole episode and had loved every minute of it. It was just so beautiful she told them. She was having her break and had used the opportunity to quickly prepare the towels. She gave the girls a big smile and told them she was determined more than ever now to apply for enrollment at Blanke Schande College. Jennifer then returned to her work leaving the girls to get cleaned up. The effect of this whole episode on this young waitress had been profound. Neither Janet nor Becky had the slightest idea as to just how far reaching that effect would be for Jennifer Belmont. In fact the effect would one day impact on the whole township of Cedarcrest but that is another story completely. When they took the towels the two girls found on top two VIP cards from the proprietor. Evidently their ‘vulva display’ earlier had seen an increase in trade over that period by at least fifty percent. The two VIP cards gave both girls a complimentary hot drink and a sandwich for the next five years any time they came into the shop but they had to be ... TOTALLY NUDE ... of course! “No problem at all!” they both thought. As they left the cafeteria they said goodbye and good luck to Jennifer and gave the proprietor two big sloppy kisses on his cheek. The girls also couldn’t help but notice him admiring their lovely tits so in a playful mood they placed his left hand in some baking flour then let him put his hand-print on each of their breasts. They marched out of the store - heads held high - with two large, white hand marks right across their chests. Janet and Becky then explored the rest of the town that way until it was time to go home and the flour marks had all but disappeared in the breeze. What they didn’t know when they left the coffee shop was that they had left behind a very aroused, and very wet, waitress. Jennifer’s boyfriend was coming by later to pick her up after work and, oh my, was he in for a surprise, a very, very pleasant surprise indeed. Jennifer was going to bury his hand and his face and his cock into her blonde pussy ALL NIGHT LONG! That was a story to be repeated all around town as these two gorgeous, naked girls with the white hand-prints moved about the streets of Cedarcrest. There was going to be many a happy man with a very happy cock that night. Equally that night there was also going to be many happy women with very satisfied pussies and very well massaged tits ... ALL NIGHT AND ALL ACROSS TOWN! No wonder Cedarcrest was very sympathetic to Blanke Schande College. Nude Female Students coming to town were always good for business in so many ways and the town loved and appreciated them all the more for it. For Janet and Becky it had proven to be a wonderful introduction to the life of an Absolute. They had past their First Test and probably the easiest one. The real test, however, was yet to come. They had to make a trip home for the weekend... un-announced... and of course... TOTALLY NAKED!!! Chapter 5: Smelly Socks and Underwear Janet and Becky were thrilled by the success of their first day as Absolutes. Being totally nude outside the Blanke Schande campus had proved to be so different to what they had expected. Eleanor Ferguson assured them that every girl’s story was different but similar. Ninety nine percent of them came back, just like them, positively beaming after their first foray into living the life of an Absolute. The President of BSC then gave Janet and Becky leave to explore the counties around them as they saw fit and this time Danny and Peter could go with them. Each evening they would have to report back to her on their naked escapades for that day. Eleanor Ferguson also knew that the weekend was coming up. This would be the girl’s Final Test for becoming an Absolute and she needed to be totally satisfied that as the next three days progressed that the two girls were really up to it. Being totally nude in front of their home town friends and family was going to add a whole new aspect to being an Absolute that being nude in front of mostly strangers could not. Again, if she thought that neither Janet nor Becky were up to it, then the exercise would stop. They would be allowed to proceed at a later date when she was satisfied the girls were ready. If all went well over the weekend with the girls going home in the nude and staying that way then next week they would be able to ‘really’ call themselves Absolutes. They would be able to go where they pleased and when they pleased ... all over the whole country if they liked ... night or day ... Absolutely Naked. Janet, Becky, Danny and Peter had a wonderful time exploring outside the perimeter of BSC. In fact most places they went to nobody seemed to mind at all that the two girls were in the nude. A few places were not so welcoming but mostly they got lots of encouragement and friendly nods and smiles. Most people they met seemed to be genuinely pleased that two very pretty girls could wander around freely without a stitch of clothing on and feel completely safe. Hardly anyone hassled them and many seemed only too pleased to talk to this small group of four despite the fact that they had two pairs of lovely breasts staring straight back at them. Becky was thinking that maybe America was changing after all. Blanke Schande College had been around for several decades now and the last decade had been with its ALL NUDE FEMALE policy in full swing. Over that time there would have been quite a few Absolutes venture out into the world from BSC. A few of them had even stayed as Absolutes after their studies finished. They had refused to ever put on clothes again. A good many got taken to court over it but they all invariably won the case. Becky wanted to take Female Nudity to the political level one day and get all laws prohibiting Female Nudity struck out. America was about Freedom and it was Freedom she was going to fight for. Freedom to be Nude whenever and where ever she liked. “Wow! What if I not only became the first Female President but I became the first ALL NUDE Female President” she was telling Peter. “Can you imagine millions of viewers staring at my Box on their Box” she laughed. “I could finish my inaugural speech with one giant wiggle of my tits!” The two were rolling around the floor in laughter at the thought of this. It sounded just so crazy. “But ... you just never know!” Becky mused. “Then I would turn my attention to you guys. We really need to liberate you from smelly socks and underwear.” She gave Peter a tickle around his waist then collapsed into his arms as he threw off his ‘smelly socks and underwear’ and began making love to her. Peter loved his beautiful, nude girlfriend and she loved him. They had been at Blanke Schande for nearly two years now and had grown so much closer together. This place really was amazing. It produced quite an array of very stable relationships with most ending (or starting) in very stable marriages. These two were not going to be an exception and had already planned to marry the following year. The nude Becky had just felt the rush of the nude Peter’s cock explode inside of her. She just loved his cock. It wasn’t as thick or as long as Danny’s ... she knew that by experience from Danny’s first visit to BSC twelve months ago ... but it did have an extra large knob on the end. It seemed to be able to make her feel all sorts of wonderful things as it slid back and forth inside her vagina. It just had a lovely tickly feel to it and made her laugh out loud when Peter was releasing his full load into her very lovely body. Becky was laughing out loud now, just as Peter was climaxing. She was enjoying every hot spurt of semen when there came a knock at the door. Peter and Becky had just that day been given the keys to one of the many ‘couples bungalows’ situated just outside the Campus. They wanted to ‘christen it’ ... which was their code word for having sex on the floor! When Becky heard that knock she called out without hesitation, “Commmme innnnn!” Chapter 6: Are You Ready As soon as Becky had called out her invitation to come in the door opened and in walked Janet and Danny. This happened just as Becky was pulling herself off Peter’s tickly knob. Janet had never really seen Peter’s ‘Tickly Knob’ before but she had heard all about it from Becky. Danny, of course, had seen Becky’s sexy vagina on many occasions but until now never with a full sized penis buried in it. For the briefest of moments Danny wished he could feel his cock inside her beautiful body and his hands on these beautiful round breasts. He had known Becky Bartell all his life and had always loved the beautiful swing of her ass and the way her tits could fill a t-shirt. That was back in Aurora Hills and when she used to wear clothes. That admiration was still there, if not strengthened by the fact that she was naked all the time. Danny was still very much in love with Janet Rivers but Becky Bartell had always been so much fun. Every now and then he wished he could have just a little bit of ‘extra’ fun with her. Janet had seen Peter’s rather large knob pull out of Becky’s body and found herself briefly wanting to know just how ‘tickly’ that thing could be. She reckoned, in those few seconds, that she could make that cock sing if her hands and mouth got anywhere near it. That was not to mention that thing between her legs that gave a twitch in sympathy with her thoughts. Involuntarily Janet put her hand up to her crotch then pulled it away. There was no time for that sort of thing now! Peter got up allowing his cock to swing and dangle freely under him. Janet noticed this but kept her current train of thought to herself but did bite her lip slightly. She watched him disappear into the shower while Becky stayed nude but gave herself a quick rub over with a towel that was handy. She would have a shower later on in one of the BSC cubicles as per the regulations. While Becky was rubbing herself down Danny was following, with his eyes, the towel as it pushed and distorted her round breasts. He continued to follow that towel as it rubbed between her legs. He could see it pushing and distorting her inner lips and clitoris. When Becky had finished Danny was still thinking how one day he REALLY would like to have a bit of ‘extra’ fun with her. He had no desire to marry her or steal her away from Peter. No, he just wanted to know what a bit of ‘extra fun’ with the lovely Rebecca Bartell would really be like. Janet was also lost deep in thought for a moment. The only man she wanted was right next to her and she loved every inch of him – particularly his B S C – Big Stiff Cock. However, she would still love to know just what Peter’s ‘tickly’ knob would feel like under her command. Even Becky for a brief moment found herself thinking about Danny’s penis. One day she would just love to let him have his way with her. She had seen Danny grow from a boy to a man. He had also developed a great ‘six-pack’ under that shirt from his Grid-Iron training. Janet was a lucky girl, she thought, to have those abs and that large cock all to herself. Becky didn’t want to steal Danny away from Janet Rivers. She just wanted to show him some of her appreciation for the way he had been such a good friend to her, and Peter, over all these years. While Janet, Danny and Becky were juggling these various thoughts in their minds Peter came back in. He was dressed and ready to go. All four were going out for dinner to one of the nicest restaurants on campus. Tomorrow was Friday and no expense was going to be spared by the boys on these two beautiful naked girls as they faced the FINAL TEST for becoming Absolutes ... girls that could go anywhere and everywhere in the Nude ... Absolutely 100%. Tomorrow they were all driving back to Aurora Hills ... unannounced and with Janet Rivers and Becky Bartell totally naked for all their friends and family – in fact the whole town – to see! Danny went out through the front door while Peter turned and said to the two girls, “Well, are you ready?” Both girls knew exactly what he meant and both, in unison, said “YES, WE ARE! ABSOLUTELY!” They made Peter laugh when they both bounced their tits at him. He waited for them to leave the bungalow then closed the door behind him letting the latch click quietly into place as they headed off into the night. Chapter 7: Naughty Day Dreams If the quartet that left the carpark of Blanke Schande College that Friday morning thought they were going to have a quiet weekend at home they were mistaken. If they thought they were going to take it easy while their friends and family adjusted to Janet and Becky’s new nude way of life they were mistaken again. If they thought the townsfolk of Aurora Hills were going to let two gorgeous, nude girls wander around their streets alone and undisturbed without affecting the town then again they were badly mistaken. When Danny, Peter, Janet and Becky set off that morning they had no idea that word had already reached Aurora Hills about their visit and the REASON for the visit. As the four headed out along the freeway things were unfolding in the quiet town of Aurora Hills that they would never have suspected or dreamed about. The day started off as a fairly straight forward drive in Danny’s red Mustang. The car was still performing really well as he stopped to fill the gas tank right to the top and get some snack food. The gas station attendants got quite excited when they saw two lovely girls with all their womanly charms on full display step out of the car and into the shop. They all kept looking around for the ‘hidden cameras’. They were convinced they were on some kookie kind of TV show. One guy stood between Becky and Janet and got his gangly buddy to take a few snapshots with his i-phone. “Wait till the guys at the club see this!” he whined. The photos never actually made it to the club. They got enlarged and stuck up on the wall over his bed in his lonely little one bedroom apartment. Somehow jerking off to two REAL nude models that he had actually stood between was much more exciting than jerking off to magazine pictures. The quartet made one more stop when just one hour out of Aurora Hills. They were all a bit hot and bothered and needed some fresh air and a stretch. This would put them in a better state of mind before introducing the Miss Nude Janet Rivers and the Miss Nude Rebecca Bartell to the town. They found a grassy field by a stream with a shady tree to park under. Danny spread a picnic rug under the tree for the girls to lie on while he went for a walk with Peter along the water’s edge. The girls rested under the tree with their knees up and their legs wide apart allowing the breeze to do its work over their bodies and between their legs. It was very, very refreshing. The girls were still in this state when the boys returned from their walk. Both Becky and Janet looked so innocent and vulnerable with their eyes closed and their nude bodies on full display. Danny once again found himself looking at Becky. He really would like to have a bit of ‘extra fun’ with her one day ... just once. He allowed his eyes to trace the full curve of her round breasts with those pretty pink nipples - perfectly centered. His eyes traveled up to her knees, down to her toes then straight back up to her soft, blonde, pussy fur. A gentle line of soft pink had opened up between her pussy lips and he could see the glisten of perspiration in the folds between her inner and outer lips. Once again he was remembering all the years that they had played together in hers, Peter’s and his backyards. He remembered noticing how she had started to fill out in the bust and hips. Danny also remembered how he would sometimes wonder just what it would feel like to touch those nice round breasts or hold those hips in his hands. He didn’t think he had ever been in love with Becky – certainly not in the same way he had fallen in love with Janet but she was very attractive and this was a fact that was not lost on Danny. He was looking at Becky with great admiration right now and wishing he good give that damp and wide open pussy just one long lick. Oh heck! Who was he kidding? Danny was fully aware of the fact that he just wanted to fuck the lovely Rebecca with his huge cock – that same cock that the lovely Rebecca Bartell had once jerked off for him in the carpark back at BSC. While Danny was busy with his own thoughts about Becky he hadn’t noticed how Peter was deep in thought also and concentrating hard on Janet’s naked frame. Janet was just drop dead gorgeous in every way. She had beautiful long black hair and piercing green eyes, plus lips and a body that were truly heavenly. Peter was admiring Janet’s dark pussy fur sprouting from her mons pubis right down to her perineum and her anus. Janet’s pussy lips, like Becky’s, had also opened right up to reveal a wonderful line of deep pink flesh - starting at her clitoris and running down into her vaginal opening. Peter found himself wanting to draw his ‘tickly knob’ through that lovely dark bush and slide it down that pink tract of flesh then plunge it deep into Janet’s body. He would also love to get his mouth over one of those incredible tits with their puffy nipples. He wanted to work them all over with his tongue then run his tongue all around her pussy fur and pussy lips before screwing her to bits. Peter knew that he didn’t want to marry Janet Rivers or have a relationship with her like he had with Becky. No, he just wanted to screw her over just once, and just for fun. He wanted to show her how much he appreciated her friendship and what an awesome girlfriend she was for his best friend Danny. At this point of time both Janet and Becky woke up and looked at these two guys lost in thought and staring at the girls’ vaginas. It was like a very casual and totally random Presenting session. “What are you two guys thinking about?” asked Becky. Danny and Peter snapped back into the real world instantly. Danny mumbled, “Ummm ... errrr ... nothing really. I wasn’t thinking of anything.” Peter mumbled the same response. Neither of them was going to admit to having naughty day dreams about the other guy’s girl. Becky had also been having a naughty dream ... about Danny ... again! But of course nobody knew and nobody was going to find out ... not just yet at least! Janet was also just as guilty too. She had been quietly running her tongue around Peter’s tickly knob in her own mind just before the boys returned from their walk. So it was that in this slightly confused, but unspoken, state of mind all four piled back into the Mustang and set off on the final leg of their journey into Aurora Hills.

Bright Sparks Children’s Home by Vanessa Evans Part 01 – Dennis takes over the running of the home. On face value, the Bright Sparks Children’s Home looked to be a very good Children’s Home. All the inspections by the local council and other bodies that check-up on these homes never found any problems and the children looked happy and contributed to the running of the establishment. The 6 boys and 6 girls that lived there never missed a day at their local school, and although none of them were very particularly bright there was never any indications to the teachers that things were ‘different’ at Bright Sparks. The manager of Bright Sparks is one Dennis Wilson and he has his own unique way of keeping the children happy and pulling their weight. For starters he only accepted children who were 14 years old and above, and when they reached the age of 18 he always helped them find accommodation, and usually a job. Dennis Wilson is a product of multiple different Children’s Homes and whilst he was at his last one he made up his mind that he was going to run a home of his own. He saw the potential for having some fun with the young girls and spent the years that he studied for the qualifications required to run such a home, planning his own harem of subservient young girls. Qualifications gained, he quickly found a home that was run by an ageing couple who were looking for someone to take-over from them. He soon gained their trust and they happily left to find a quiet retirement life. Then he initiated his plan. At that time there were 2 sixteen year old girls, Jane and Ann, one seventeen year old girl, Mandy, 2 sixteen year old boys, Mike and David, in the home as well as 7 younger kids, all over 14. There was also a staff of 2 elderly women who did the cleaning and cooking. Dennis’s first move was to involve the 2 sixteen year old boys. All of the 16 year old kids were boisterous and had trouble accepting and fitting in with society but that was about to change. The 2 boys listened to Dennis’s plan, well part of it, and soon realised that there was quite a lot in it for them and they agreed to go along with it. The first part of the plan was to sack the 2 elderly women, telling them that he was about to introduce a lot of new rules, part of which was that the kids would work a rota doing the cleaning and cooking. As soon as the women were out of the door Dennis called a meeting of all the kids and set-out his new policy. “For starters, you will soon see a new big sign at the front gate. This establishment will in future be known as the ‘Bright Sparks Young People’s Residence’. That is because I do not consider anyone over the age of 14 to be a child, you are ‘Young People’. Okay, the law, schools and other institutions call you children but I think that they are wrong. A century ago children often didn’t reach puberty until they were around 18 years old but today that often happens around 9 or 10, and as such children mature into young adults, or young people, a lot younger than a century ago. Like some of you, I never knew my parents and I grew-up in a number of different children’s homes and when I got to your age I started to see that society hasn’t changed with the speed that children grow up, and I decided to do my bit to help change things. You may have noticed that all of you are over the age of 14. When Jennifer joined us a few months ago the social services wanted us to take a 10 year old girl but I told them that we wanted someone who was over 14 and I stuck to my guns and we got the young person Jennifer. The name board outside isn’t the only thing that is going to change here. As young people you need to learn about the responsibilities of adults, the rules and laws that you have to abide by, even if you think, like me that some of them are all wrong and need changing. The way to change the law and society is not by rebelling against it, but from within, talking to people and persuading them to change things. Conflicts cause pain, loss of life and bad memories that never go away. Discussions leave people alive and happy. So, from now on, everyone here will be part of a team, the Bright Sparks team. Of course every team needs a leader and that is me, but every team member has to contribute to the team achieving their goal and our goal is to turn young people, each of you, into responsible adults who can have a happy life and contribute to the society that we live in. To have a team achieve their goal takes work, things just don’t happen, they have to be made to happen, and part of that is for the team members to pull their weight and do the jobs that need to be done. A happy team is well fed and lives in a clean environment so that means each team member doing their share of the basic household tasks that need to be done. To achieve this I will be putting up a rota showing you when each of you will be doing the household tasks including, cooking, washing-up, washing, ironing, and cleaning the whole building.” As he expected, a small number of the children were not happy and either objected or refused to comply with the plan, two of them saying that he couldn’t make them do it. “You are right Ann and Tom, I cannot make you, you are fully aware that it is illegal for an adult to strike a legal child, and I would never dream of doing that, but the law looks differently when one child strikes another. Stand up Mike and David.” They did, and Dennis continued, “In any team, discipline is important and these 2 young men have volunteered to ensure that all of you will comply with the new rules and pull your weight. It is not fair on the hard working members of a team is one, or more, team member isn’t pulling their weight. As such, these 2 young men have volunteered to administer punishments and they have strict orders to make sure that there are no witnesses to any rule enforcements. Remember, when every member of a team pulls their weight, everyone in the team is happy. Do you all understand?” Only Ann said that she did. “Some of you may have noticed that I just used the words ‘child’ and ‘children’, well there are 2 reasons for that, firstly, anyone who is not onboard with ‘Team Bright Sparks’ is still a child; secondly, I apologise to any team member that I call a child or kid, that is my upbringing and I will endeavour to change but the older you get the harder it is to change, and I know that some of you will think that I am an old man.” Team Bright Sparks will have regular meetings where we will discuss any issues and concerns that team members have and I hope that you will all contribute to these discussions, your opinions matter. I will also start explaining to you how this team, this building, is funded, we don’t just go outside and pluck money from the trees, it has to come from somewhere and it has to be spent wisely, and I will be explaining it all and asking you how you think the money should be spent. The next new rule is to reduce the amount of washing that that you will have to do. From now on, underwear and night clothes will not be worn by anyone and you will all sleep in the nude.” As he expected, this rule didn’t go down well and there was numerous complaints and objections. Dennis let these die down then he told all of the kids to stand and remove their underwear. Three of the younger kids and the 17 year old girl, Mandy, stood and proceeded to remove the garments, Mandy exposing her A cup breasts, butt and blonde, hairy pussy to the whole room before putting her skirt and blouse back on. The 2 sixteen year old girls tried to tell Mandy to stop but she just ignored them. “So, Jane and Ann, are you both refusing to comply with this new rule?” “You bet we are.” they both replied. “Okay, go to your rooms.” As they left the room Dennis turned to Mike and David and said, “Okay guys, you know what you have to do.” Mike and Dave followed the girls out and soon screams and swearing could be heard from first Jane, then Ann, then both girls returned followed by Mike and Dave carrying numerous pairs of knickers, bras and thongs. “That was assault, sexual assault, I’m going to report you all to the police.” Jane said. “Your word against ours Jane, do you have any witnesses to the alleged assault?” “No but.” “Well there are 9 other people in this room, did any of you see Mike or David forcible remove Jane’s or Ann’s underwear?” Of course no one had and Jane just grunted and held her right hand between her legs hiding her bald pussy under her miniskirt, Dennis having got confirmation of her shaving when she sat down. “Okay kids, any of you want to be sent to your rooms?” All the others were smart enough to stand and remove their underwear with the resultant flash of young tits, pussies, butts and little cocks. David and Mike also removed their trousers and stood facing Mandy, Jane and Ann as they removed their underwear, letting the 3 girls see their boners as they slowly put their trousers back on. “What about school,” Ann asked, “we can’t go to school without underwear.” “Yes you can, and I’m sure that you’ve already come across girls at school who don’t wear underwear; and girls, you will find that your underwearless state is less obvious if you shave off all your pubic hair. It you have any trouble with that I’m sure that Mike and Dave will be happy to help you.” Jane gave another grunt. Mandy said that she didn’t have a razor and Mike volunteered to do it for her. She didn’t object. Dennis ignored Mandy’s comment for the time being, knowing that he’d answer it later. “Next new rule,” Dennis said, “I have arranged for a doctor to visit us every Thursday evening, starting tomorrow, to fully examine everyone of you to make sure that you are healthy and to answer any medical questions that you have.” “Every Thursday?” Jane asked. “Yes.” “Where will we be examined? There isn’t a nurses room here.” “By tomorrow evening there will be an examination couch in one corner of this room.” “He’s going to examine us in here? In front of everyone?” Jane exclaimed. “Yes, and it will be a full examination each time and will involve you taking all your clothes off.” “What!” Jane said, “We have to get naked in here, in front of everyone else?” “Yes.” “I won’t do it.” “In which case Mike and David will visit you in your room then bring you back here ready to be examined.” “And I suppose that there will be no witnesses to us being forcibly stripped?” “No.” Jane gave another grunt. “I’ll tell my case worker when she comes to see me.” “Your word against 12 others Jane, do you really think that she’ll believe you?” Jane gave another disgusted grunt. “Girls, the doctor will be discussing contraception with each of you and unless there is a good reason why not, he will be prescribing the contraceptive pill for you.” “Are you going to rape us to force us to do what you want Dennis?” Jane asked. “NO I AM NOT.” Dennis replied and turned his head to face Mike and David. “Yuk.” Jane replied. “On a similar subject to doctors, bodily cleanliness and safe sex, I suspect that some of you partake in sex whilst you are out on a weekend and maybe in here as well. Whilst I do not condone this I accept that it happens and I want to help you make sure that you do not catch anything unpleasant. The doctor prescribing the contraceptive pill for all the girls will stop pregnancy but it needs condoms to help prevent other unwanted little bugs. To help you with this there will be a supply of condoms in the drawer in the dresser over there all the time and I urge all of you to take one, or more, with you when you go out and to use them every time that you have sex. To solve your little problem Mandy, and possibly some of you other girls, also in the drawer you will find razors, shaving gel and tampons, help yourself to them when you need them.” Just two more bits of information for you all at the moment, firstly, this segregation of girls on one floor and boys on the other is archaic so I’m looking for 3 girls and 3 boys to volunteer to swap rooms so that there are 3 of each sex on each floor. There were plenty of volunteers and Dennis selected 3 of each sex telling them to get the swap done straight after the meeting. “What about bathrooms?” Jennifer asked, “are the 3 girls on the boys floor going to have to go to the other floor to use the bathroom?” “That’s my second piece of information. I know that some of you have been using the bathroom of the opposite sex so I’m making it official, there is no longer a girl’s bathroom and a boy’s bathroom, just bathrooms.” “What about piss pots?” William asked. “You mean urinals William, well if a boy wants to urinate in what was the girl’s bathroom he will just have to sit on the toilet like the girls do.” “You might manage to hit the target William,” Lucy said, “I’m fed up with having to clean up the piss because you can’t piss straight.” “It’s not me.” William protested. “It doesn’t matter who it is, this change might just mean less cleaning for all of you.” “Will you be replacing the missing shower curtains Dennis?” Lucy asked. “I hadn’t intended to, everyone has already seen most of the rest of you naked and after Thursday everyone will definitely have seen everyone else naked, so is a shower curtain necessary Lucy?” “I guess not.” “Why don’t you just knock the partition between the shower stall down and we can shower together?” Mike asked. “Money, or lack of it is the quick answer to that one Mike.” “Okay young people, that’s all for now, but I have a new saying for you, ‘What happens in Bright Sparks stays in Bright Sparks’. Do you all know what that means?” They all nodded their heads or confirmed that they did. Then Dennis continued, “There will be more changes and more new rules that I will tell you about, as and when the need arises. In the mean time, go to your rooms and collect all your underwear and night clothes and bring them down here then the ones of you who are swapping rooms get on with it.” “Dennis,” Mandy said, “I often don’t wake up when my alarm goes off and I might not have time to get dressed to be down in the dining room for 7:45 for breakfast. Does this mean that I have to come down here naked?” “If you can’t find something to wear very quickly, yes Mandy it does, you know the rules about missing meal times.” “Okay, just asking.” “Thank you Mandy, your question was informative for the others as well.” Dennis had taken quite a shine to Mandy right from his first day at Bright Sparks and he had been pleased when she’d stripped to remove her underwear. He couldn’t see her refusing to comply with the new rules and he didn’t expect Mike or David to have to force her to do anything. In fact he looked forward to getting to know her much more now that there were no other adults in the building. That night when he did the usual rounds to make sure that everything was okay, he looked in on each kid and saw that both Ann and Jane had kicked their duvet off themselves and he got a great view of their naked bodies. He decided to turn up the thermostat each night to make life more interesting for his rounds. It was the same when he checked on Mandy except that Mandy’s legs were spread and her right hand was cupping her pussy. He wondered if she’d been masturbating when she fell asleep. The next morning at 7:00, Mandy and one of the younger boys arrived in the kitchen just as Dennis was starting the breakfast. The boy was dressed ready for school and Dennis had to tell him that it wasn’t a good idea to help in the kitchen wearing his school uniform, but as he wouldn’t be doing any cooking it wasn’t a problem that morning. Mandy though, was another thing. She was wearing only a T shirt that didn’t quite cover all of her butt or still hairy pussy. When she saw Dennis looking at her hairy pubes she said, “Sorry Dennis, I didn’t wake up soon enough to shave it off.” As I have said, Dennis has a soft spot for Mandy and he just told her to do it as soon as she could. Mandy ignored her butt and pussy flashing as she served the breakfasts to the waiting kids. The older kids had noticed, especially the boys whose eyes followed her around, but none of them said anything. Just as the kids were about to leave for their walk to school Dennis stopped them and told them to prove that they weren’t wearing any underwear. The boys pulled the sides of their trousers down passed their hips and Mandy was the first girl to lift the front of her skirt so that Dennis could see her still hairy pussy, then opening a couple of buttons of her blouse giving Dennis a quick flash of her right nipple. The younger girls did the same followed by Ann then Jane, both with bald pussies and not quite showing Dennis all of one of their tits. Jane again complaining that it wasn’t fair and that she shouldn’t have to do this. Dennis went back into the building and sat down and relaxed, feeling very pleased that his well thought-out plan was coming together. During the day, Dennis took delivery of an examination couch complete with stirrups, and he took great care to position it where anyone sat on the seats of the sofas and chairs would be able to see right up the legs of anyone on the couch. When the kids arrived back from their walk from school, none of them complained about their lack of underwear, not even Jane or Ann. When Dennis asked them if they were okay Jane replied, “Yes, why wouldn’t we be?” “So there were no problems with you not wearing underwear?” “Err no.” Mandy added that she’d forgotten that she didn’t have any on.” Dennis resisted saying to Jane that he told her so, then he said, “Don’t forget to check the rosta to see what your chores are for tonight and tomorrow.” Jane and a couple of the younger kids were getting the dinner ready and in between supervising them Dennis went to check that Mandy was cleaning the bathrooms. In one of them he found Mandy, stark naked, one foot up on one of the sinks and shaving cream all over her pussy. “I hope that you don’t mind Dennis, I’ve done the other bathroom, and yours but I thought that it was best to shave myself before cleaning this one, but I’m having trouble getting all my hairs, can you help me please?” “Sure Mandy, you keep going while I go and check the other bathroom and check on the cooking, then I’ll be back.” As he left the bathroom Dennis left the door wide open letting anyone who might pass see Mandy totally naked. “Jump up on the sink and lay back.” Dennis said to Mandy when he returned. She did, automatically spreading her legs to give Dennis access to her still, foam covered pussy which he slowly shaved, opening her labia to ensure that he didn’t miss a single hair, and causing Mandy to moan when he ‘accidentally’ touched her clit a couple of times. “There you go Mandy,” Dennis said, “not a hair in sight but you will need to shave it every couple of days to keep it like that.” “Will you help me please Dennis?” “Sure, just let me know when you are ready.” Dennis replied, 99 percent sure that Mandy genuinely wanted his help and didn’t just want him to see and touch her pussy. “She’s not very bright of street-wise, but she is beautiful.” Dennis reminded himself as he walked back to the kitchen. Mandy was again wearing just the same T shirt when she came down after finishing her chores ready for dinner. “Don’t worry Dennis, I’ll take it off before I get into bed.” Mandy said when Dennis looked at her slit peaking out from the bottom of the T shirt. “I wasn’t worried Mandy, I know that you are a good girl.” Mandy smiled as she sat at the table waiting for her dinner. Dinner was good, the kids having learnt from having to help the elderly ladies when they did the cooking. The main topic of conversation was the new rules and Dennis complimented them all on how they’d adapted. “Even you Jane and Ann, I’m pleased to not hearing you complain about going to school without underwear, people would think that you actually enjoyed the experience.” “I don’t know that I’d go that far,” Jane said, “but it was kinda fun teasing the boys when I let them get a quick look up my skirt.” “Well I’m pleased that you got some pleasure out of it but that wasn’t the primary reason for the rule, it was to reduce the amount of washing.” “I hardly think that a couple of dozen pairs of knickers would make that much difference.” Ann said. “And the bras, and the night clothes, and then there’s the drying of them and then the folding and distribution of them. It all adds up to time that you will not have to spend doing it.” Dennis replied. “I guess so.” Ann replied. “So will you stop us wearing clothes while we’re here as well, I mean that’s a lot of washing.” Jane asked. “I wasn’t thinking of doing that but if you want to help reduce that amount of washing that is up to you, I’m sure that no one will complain about you wandering around naked.” I said. “No chance.” Jane replied. “Do you want me to be naked?” Mandy asked. “Only if you want to Mandy.” I replied. “Not really, but if you want me to?” “No Mandy, it’s your choice, I’m just saying that I’m not bothered if you help to keep the mountain of washing down or not.” “Well I’m not walking around naked for anyone.” Jane said. “No one is asking you to Jane.” “Maybe David and I should help to persuade you to do so?” Mike said. “That’s not necessary Mike, nudity isn’t compulsory and Jane doesn’t need any help deciding.” Dennis said, wondering if David and Mike would use some gentle persuasion on Jane anyway. After all, Jane was the Queen Bee of the house and the other girls, and some of the boys, followed her example. Dennis changed the subject for the rest of the meal then just as they were finishing Dennis reminded them that the doctor would be there soon and that he would want to see each of them in turn. Jane gave another of her grunts. The doctor arrived and said hello to Dennis who had spent quite a while searching for a doctor who would perform the examinations in the open space of the room with other people watching, and on a regular basis. That is to say perform unnecessary, intimate examinations on teenage girls whilst others, including Dennis, looked on. Dennis had found Dr. Harry Jones by accident in a local strip club that he’d visited and they’d got talking about beautiful girl’s bodies and how they both liked to look at them before Harry had told Dennis that he was a doctor. Dennis had then joked about Harry seeing lots of naked girls and when Harry had said that he could never get enough of seeing naked girls Dennis had made Harry an offer to be part of his plan. It took another nearly a year for Dennis’ plan to come to fruition but he had kept in touch with Harry and when Dennis offered Harry the chance he had jumped at it. Dennis introduced the doctor to all the kids who were waiting in the communal lounge, most of them waiting very quietly, suspecting that they wouldn’t like the examinations. Then Dennis announced that the examinations would start with the youngest person and work his way up the ages. As Dennis and the doctor walked over to the couch Harry said, “I like the setup, have you considered installing some cameras?” That set Dennis thinking as he’d overlooked the idea of videoing the examinations, and in fact, the idea of putting cameras in the older girls bedrooms and the bathrooms as well. Tommy knew that he was the youngest and he stepped forward to the doctor who asked him a couple of questions then told him to take his clothes off and climb onto the couch. Tommy nervously stripped, avoiding looking at all the other kids and trying to cover his little erection that he couldn’t understand why he had. The doctor made quick work of examining Tommy, only really using his stethoscope to listen to Tommy’s racing heart. Soon Tommy was getting dressed and Jennifer was sat in front of the doctor who asked her the same questions as he had for Tommy, but adding a few - “Do you know how to check your breasts for lumps?” “No.” Jennifer replied. “I’ll show you in a minute, do you masturbate?” “I don’t know what that is.” “Do you rub yourself between your legs?” “Sometimes.” “Does it make you feel nice?” “Yes.” “Do you get any sudden strange feelings?” “No.” “Have you had any sexual contact with a member of the opposite sex?” “No.” “Okay Jennifer, now I need you to undress and climb on the couch.” Jennifer slowly did so, looking down at the floor all of the time. When she removed her jeans revealing a lack of knickers, the doctor said, “Well done Jennifer, it is much healthier for girls not to wear knickers, but even more healthier for them to wear skirts and not trousers, girl’s genitals need to be ventilated to keep them healthy.” Everyone in the room was listening to the doctor and Dennis saw Jane’s eyes open wide when Harry said that last bit. Jennifer’s face was bright red as the doctor showed her how to examine her little breasts but she kept nodding her head when the doctor kept asking her if she could do that by herself, and when Harry had finished he told Jennifer to examine herself, which she did. A bit clumsily, but she did it. Then the doctor moved down to the bottom of the couch and told Jennifer to lift her legs into the stirrups. If her face could have got any redder it would have as she did as ordered, revealing her spread labia with slightly open vagina, to everyone in the room. The older boys craning their necks to get a better view. After applying a little pressure to various areas around her vulva and getting no adverse reactions, the doctor closely examined her vulva and vaginal entrance then announced that he wouldn’t be performing an internal examination as her hymen was still intact. Jennifer was relieved when the doctor told her that the examination was over and that she could get dressed, which she quickly did. As she was getting dressed the doctor asked, “Do you take the contraceptive pill Jennifer?” “No.” “Okay, I will prescribe it for you. It is not a license for you to start having sex, it is to make your periods less of an ordeal for you.” Jennifer’s face started to lose some of it’s colour as she sat back on one of the sofas with her face still staring at the floor. The examinations continued, in age order, in a very similar way, the only difference being that the girls whose hymen had been broken had internal examinations as well, this was all the other girls, and Dennis wondered if any of them had lost their virginity whilst at Bright Sparks. All the older girls confessed to having had some sexual contact with the opposite sex and got asked if it was sexual intercourse. It had been with all the girls. As each of the boys had to get undressed all the girls were looking to see that the erections that were getting bigger as the boys got older, but the doctor just ignored them as the boys, except David and Mike, tried to hide them with their hands. David and Mike were obviously proud of the erections and they didn’t make any attempt to hide them, much to the delight of the girls. When it came to the turn of the 3 sixteen and the seventeen year old girls, the doctor included one more check whilst their legs were still spread wide on the stirrups. After the internal examinations and the speculum was removed, the doctor started rubbing the girl’s clits saying that he needed to check that their response to stimulation was normal. Both Jane’s and Ann’s faces went bright red as the doctor started but that soon faded as their arousal took over and they started moaning and enjoying the experience. Both girls loudly letting the whole room know when their orgasm was approaching, and arriving. Both girls were still smiling and didn’t rush to get dressed when their ‘ordeal’ was over. Mandy, being the oldest, was the last to be examined and her response to the whole experience was slightly different. Every question was answered quickly and with no hesitation, including the question about having had sexual intercourse. Her answer was loud and clear, “I was gang raped multiple times and on multiple occasions by the boys at the last children’s home that I was in.” “I’m really sorry to hear that Mandy, but I still need to examine you.” The doctor replied. When she was asked to undress and climb on the couch the only item of clothing that she was wearing, a T shirt, came off with her facing the whole room. Dennis smiled and remembered the help shaving her pubes that he’d given her and the response that he’d got when he ‘accidentally’ touched her clit. He also made a mental note to ask her about her ordeal at her previous children’s home. Mandy responded in a similar way immediately to the other girls when the doctor touched her labia, but with almost constant moans and she orgasmed even before the doctor had inserted the speculum. This wasn’t going to stop the doctor and he continued, Mandy orgasming again as the speculum was removed. She orgasmed for a third time as the doctor stimulated her clitoris. Dennis looked around the silent room and saw all of the kids staring, some with jaws having dropped at the sight of the beautiful, naked girl having 3 orgasm. When the doctor told Mandy that the examination was complete and that she could get dressed, Mandy just lay there, as she slowly regained her composure and some energy. Harry walked over to Dennis and they started talking as all the boys rushed to the examination couch to get a closer look at Mandy’s exposed tits and pussy. Mandy not having even lifted her legs off the stirrups or trying to cover anything. “That is one hell of a girl.” Harry said. “She certainly is, she’ll be 18 in a few weeks and will have to move out so make sure that you do come here every Thursday.” “What will happen to her?” “I’m working on a plan to keep her here as staff instead of a guest.” “Will your staff members need to be examined every week mate?” “I’m sure that we can find a reason for that to happen, besides, that girl will do absolutely anything that you tell her to.” “Lucky you. Oh, here’s the prescriptions for the contraceptive pills, the boxes tell the girls when to start taking them.” It was about 10 minutes after the doctor had left that Mandy finally lifted her legs off the stirrups and got off the couch, not bothering to put her T shirt on as she sat on the sofa to continue her recovery. Dennis let the kids get on with their homework or games for the rest of the evening before sending them to bed at the usual time. “Can we stay up a bit later please Dennis?” both Jane and Ann asked. “You know the rules girls.” “Please Dennis.” “Girls, go.” Reluctantly they did, but moaning about Dennis as they went. Dennis had found it difficult to talk to them as he’s been staring at Mandy’s butt as she had left the room, T shirt in one hand. That night when he did his rounds he saw that all 3 of the older girls had gone to sleep with the duvet on the floor and one of their hands cupping their pussies. The next morning, after Dennis had made sure that breakfast was well on its way, he went round the room checking that everyone was up and getting ready for school. He found Mandy in the same bathroom, sat up on one of the sinks with her legs spread wide and shaving cream all over her pussy. “Please Dennis, will you help me again? You did such a good job and you made me feel nice, a bit like the doctor did.” Dennis looked around then got down between her legs, took the razor off her and started shaving. It didn’t take long and when he started to get to his feet Mandy said, “Please make me feel nice again Dennis?” Well, what man could resist an offer like that and within seconds Mandy was moaning as Dennis rubbed her clit. One minute later Mandy was cumming and her hips were bucking on the seat as she tried to push her pussy onto Dennis’ hand. “Was that an orgasm?” Mandy asked when she was able. “Yes it was, were those your first last night Mandy?” “Yes, I didn’t have feelings like that when I was raped at my last children’s home.” “I didn’t know about that until last night Mandy, I’m so sorry that you had that awful experience, I’m sure that you didn’t deserve it. If you would like to talk to someone about it I’m sure that I can get a therapist to come and see you Mandy.” “That’s okay, it wasn’t your fault Dennis. Maybe we can talk about it sometime. Can you make me cum again please, it was nice.” “Not now Mandy, you have to get ready for school and I need to check that breakfast isn’t burning.” “Well, how is everyone this fine morning?” Dennis asked as they ate. “We have to do too much here, we’re not your slaves Dennis.” Jane said and Ann immediately agreed with her. “Jane, Ann, I’m getting a bit tired of your negativity and complaining, if I don’t see an immediate improvement in your attitude some gentle persuasion may be needed.” Both Jane and Ann kept complaining as they finished eating then getting ready for school. Jane even complained about having to raise her skirt for underwear inspection just before they all left. During the day whilst he was ordering groceries and the other routine tasks, Dennis thought about what Harry had said about cameras. The more that he thought, the more that he liked the idea and he went online and ordered WiFi cameras. One for each of the girls bedrooms, one for each bathroom and one for the lounge looking down on the examination couch. When the kids got home from school Jane and Ann were still complaining about the new rules so he said, “Jane, Ann, I’m really sick of your attitude problem, go to your rooms right now and I will be up to see you later.” Still complaining, the 2 girls did go to their rooms and Dennis told Mike and David that the 2 girls needed to have a lesson in discipline. “You want us to spank and fuck them real good for you Dennis?” “Yes, and make their butts bright red, both of them.” “I think that we understand Dennis.” Mike said, and off they went. Minutes later everyone could hear screams, swearing and the sounds of swats landing on bare bottoms coming from the 2 rooms. After setting 2 of the other kids on preparing the evening meal Dennis went up to Jane’s room, only to find that Ann was there, both of them consoling each other. What’s more, both of them were totally naked. “Those 2 morons raped us Dennis, what are you going to do about it?” Jane said. “Did you see Jane get raped Ann, and did you see Jane get raped Ann?” “Well no but.” Jane said. “Their cum will be inside us Jane.” Ann said. “No it won’t, they used condoms.” Replied Jane. “So you have no evidence.” “Our butts are bright red.” “That’s hardly proof that you were raped.” “So you’re going to do nothing about it Dennis?” Ann asked. “About what, two girls playfully spanking each other?” “Fuck Dennis, you’re useless.” Jane said. “Language young lady. Well I hope that both of you have learned something from your playful spanking of each other. Now get downstairs and lay the table for tea. “It’s not our turn.” “It is now. Go.” “What about our clothes?” Ann asked. “Leave them where they are, your punishment for wasting my time.” The 2 naked teenagers started to get up and go downstairs with Dennis following them and looking at their red, bare butts. “Can’t we put some clothes on please Dennis?” Jane said as they started going down the stairs. “No, the others have seen you naked before.” The boys stared at the 2 naked girls as they laid the table then gingerly sat waiting. When the food was served the conversation started with Dennis telling everyone that Jane’s and Ann’s predicament was caused by them continually complaining about having to do their share of the work. He reminded that that Bright Sparks wasn’t a hotel and everyone had to pull their weight and if Jane’s and Ann’s attitude didn’t change everyone would hear more of their screaming as they spanked each other under the supervision of himself or the other older members of the team. Dennis reminded them that they were a team and that team mates work together to achieve a goal, in this case, all team members living a relatively comfortable existence. “So, Jane, Ann, are you going to drop the attitude and pull your weight?” “Yes Dennis.” Dennis looked at Mike and David who both looked a little confused. Dennis assumed that they were torn between the girls making life easier for everyone, and them (Mike and David) having to discipline the girls again. Dennis needn’t have worried about the boys feelings as a few days later when he did his nightly rounds, he found Jane in Mike’s room and Ann in David’s room. All of them totally naked and obviously having fallen asleep after having satisfying sex. Dennis smiled and continued the rest of his round. When he opened Mandy’s door he found that she wasn’t asleep, instead she was rubbing her pussy. “Please can you show me how to do it Dennis? I couldn’t see what you or the doctor were doing to me.” Dennis smiled, closed the door behind him and put the light on. Five minutes later Mandy was moaning in pleasure as her orgasm peaked then subsided. “Now you do it on your own Mandy. I’ll watch and tell you what to do if you you’ve forgotten what my hand was making your hand do.” It took a little longer but Mandy had her first self induced orgasm as Dennis looked down on her beautiful body. “Thank you Dennis, you’re the best.” Mandy quietly said before falling asleep. As Dennis continued on his round he wondered if Mandy’s previous, horrible experiences would affect what he was planning to do with her, and if they contributed to her very submissive character. The next few days were relatively quiet. They included the weekend where the kids are allowed out on their own and Dennis was pleased to see that all the girls went out wearing miniskirts, obviously without underwear as Jane was quick to prove before she went out, and 4 pairs of hard nipples pushing against 4 tops convinced Dennis that none of them had found a bra. Mandy was the exception as she rarely left Bright Sparks apart from going to school. It was like she was trying isolate herself from the rest of the world. Dennis decided that he was going to work on getting her out of her shell and he started by telling her that he was taking her shopping for some new clothes. “But I don’t need any and I haven’t got any money.” “What happened to the pocket money that you get?” “I gave it to Jane and Ann.” “They’re not bullying you are they Mandy?” “No, well not really. They said that I didn’t need it and that I should give it to them. They were right, I don’t need it so I gave it to them.” “Not any more Mandy, your money is your money, not theirs. Never mind, get yourself ready, we are going to town. Five minutes later Mandy appeared in a very short, cotton, summer dress. “Do I look okay, I haven’t worn this dress for years, it’s not too short is it?” “You look amazing Mandy, and no it’s not too short.” Dennis broke his rule of never leaving the house unattended but it was only for a couple of hours and he believed that it was really worth doing so. And he was right, Mandy had a great time trying on clothes, often coming out of the changing cubicle totally naked to ask Dennis to get another item for her. She was totally oblivious to the stares that she got from the other, mainly teenage girls and boys, as she walked around asking Dennis what he thought about different garments, and probably driving some of the teenage boys, that saw her, crazy and not even realising what she was doing. When it came time to go back to Bright Sparks Mandy was the proud owner of one new micro dress, one new micro skirt and two new tops, both of which did nothing to hide her rock hard nipples. On the way back Mandy again thanked Dennis, telling him that she felt safe with him, and she asked him how she could pay him back. Although he said it wasn’t necessary, Mandy asked him if he wanted to fuck her as payment. “Mandy, don’t talk like that. Letting someone fuck you isn’t a method of payment, it is something that you really have to want to do. You owe me nothing, I bought you those clothes because I wanted to and as a bonus they make you look even better than you do in that summer dress, and that takes a lot of beating. Besides, you look happier than I have ever seen you. That alone is all that I ask.” Mandy linked her arm with Dennis’ and rested her head on his shoulder as they walked. When they got back, Dennis was pleased to see that no one was waiting on the doorstep and they went inside. Mandy went and changed into just her favourite T shirt and went back down to the kitchen where Dennis was starting the evening meal. “Will you make me happy please Dennis,” Mandy said, “it’s better when you do it and I’ve had such a great time and I want it to continue for ever.” “Well I can’t promise forever, but I can make it last a little longer, get up on the table and spread your legs.” “Are you going to fuck me?” “No, but I am going to make you happy.” Dennis bent over and started eating Mandy’s pussy. It was the first time that anyone had ever done that to her and it didn’t take long for her to have her strongest every orgasm, and her vocal chords let the whole world know it. Thankfully for Dennis, none of the other kids returned to witness the event and the meal was well on its way to being ready when the first few kids returned. As, half expected, Jane and Ann were the last to return, the others having started eating when they walked in laughing and joking like nothing was wrong. Both their skirts had ridden up and their slits and part of their butts were on display, neither of them seeming to notice or care. “Sit, eat, and say nothing you two.” Dennis said. While the others talked about their afternoon, well not Mandy or Dennis, Jane and Ann sat and ate in silence. When the meal was over Dennis dismissed the others then said to Jane and Ann, “You’ve been taking money from Mandy and now you arrive back late. Have you not learnt anything recently?” “Mandy didn’t need the money,” Ann said, “she never goes out.” “Not the point Ann, you effectively stole it from her.” “She gave it to us.” Jane said. “You two are much stronger characters than Mandy and you intimidated her into giving it to you, that’s stealing. As for arriving back late, there is no excuse, go to your rooms and expect to spank each others backsides.” “You’re going to fuck us aren’t you?” “No, go to your rooms.” They did and Mike and David quickly appeared. “You want us to take care of them?” “Yes, but this time I want you to make sure that they can’t sit down for a week. Not so that they have to go to hospital but enough to make them know who is the boss here.” “And we can fuck them.” “Yes, as hard as you want, and harder than you have been doing these last few nights. Yes, I know what you’ve been up to and I don’t care, I just want those 2 to stop being so selfish and stupid.” “You want us to break them?” “Yes, and you’ve got until it’s time to go to school on Monday.” ******

Breaking in Jody by Art Martin Fifteen year old Jody has a fabulous body and she's a virgin. What a prize to be had... Jody knew that it was absolutely the end of the world. At least for the summer and summer had just begun. Here she was all ready to encourage Johnny, her boyfriend for the past year, to be a little more adventurous. She had let him feel her up and she had given him a couple of blowjobs, but he was hesitant to do more while she was ready to do more. So she told her mother that she was having sex and… Well, that just didn’t turn out at all like Jody had thought it would. Her mother had told her to be honest with her about sexual matters. That she would see to it that Jody was protected when she started having sex. That she didn’t want Jody to get pregnant like she did as a teenager and ruin her life. Not that Jody had ruined her life, it was just that she had to drop out of high school and missed out on so much. Ultimately she had to settle for less. Jody was well aware of what her mother meant by settling for less. Jody’s first step father wasn’t much of a catch and thankfully he disappeared after a few years. Her second stepfather wasn’t any better. Besides the squalor of the dingy trailer they lived in, he seemed to thrive on making her mother cry. Jody would always remember the sounds, of Burt cursing, the sounds of shattering furniture and the pitiful wails her mother made when he beat her. Then he disappeared too, only Jody knew where he disappeared to… the state penitentiary for grand thief auto. After her experience with Burt, her mother never got too close to any one man, but Jody remembered that were dozens of them. It wasn’t at all unusual to for her to wake up and find her mother serving breakfast to yet another strange man sitting at the breakfast table in just his underwear. But gradually things got better for them. They moved from the trailer park to an apartment, then to a nicer apartment. When Jody announced that she was sexually active, her mother had just come in from work. Her mother seemed to go off in several directions at once. To Jody, everything seemed to be all related to her announcement. First, her mother forbade her from seeing Johnny again. Then she announced that they were moving. That very weekend they moved across town. It was all to keep her from having sex with Johnny… or so she thought. It wasn’t until they had moved in with Luke that Jody realized that it wasn’t about her at all. Luke was a nice man and wanted to marry her mother. He had a nice house, the nicest home she ever had. And unlike a lot of her mother’s boyfriends, he didn’t make moves on Jody nor make her feel anxious. True, he did look at her just like all other men looked at her, but he was never threatening. Indeed, Jody liked the way he looked at her, though she tried not to let it show. Her mother, keeping her promise, took Jody to a doctor to put her on birth control. It was quite a shock to her mother when the doctor announced that Jody was still a virgin. Her mother went ahead with it anyways and had the Norplant implanted into her arm. It turned out that the whole thing about Johnny was that her mother didn’t want her to get pregnant before the birth control took effect. With her trust in her mother restored, Jody still faced the dilemma of moving to a new area where she knew no one, and with school out, there wasn’t much hope of meeting anyone either. For Jody, it promised to be a long, boring summer of watching bad TV. Then to her surprise, Luke came to the rescue and introduced her to Wendy Clarke who lived just a blocks away. Luke and Wendy’s dad worked together she was told. The two men decided it would be good idea if the two girls got to know each other, even though Wendy was a year ahead of Jody in school. Wendy and Jody hit it off right from the start. For Jody, Wendy’s company was a godsend. Not only was she great company, but Wendy promised to introduce her to all her friends when school started in the fall. For Jody, the prospect of being in high school was both exciting and daunting. Before the move, she was looking forward to being a top dog in ninth grade at Warren G. Harding Junior High School. Now she was to be a lowly fish at Brightwood High School. Wendy assured her that she would love it and that as pretty as she was, she’d certainly be a popular girl with the guys. About a week after meeting Wendy, while their parents were at work, Jody was hanging out at Wendy’s when Wendy got a phone call. Watching and overhearing parts of the conversation, Jody could see how excited Wendy was. Clasping her hand over the cell phone for privacy, Wendy turned to Jody and excitedly asked, “You wanna go swimming?” “Sure! But I’ll have to go home and get my suit.” “You can wear one of mine!” offered Wendy enthusiastically. “Yes, she’s cute! Blake will love her,” Wendy told the person she was talking to. “She just moved here and she’ll start at Brightwood next year.” Jody watched as Wendy nodded her head listening. “Okay, we’ll be ready in an hour! Bye, Rhett.” Clasping her phone to her generous breasts Wendy excitedly announced, “Rhett will pick us up in an hour.” “Who’s Rhett?” “He’s only the coolest hunk at Brightwood!” Wendy declared starry eyed. “His brother, Blake, is a hunk too! You’ll love them!” Wendy carried on animated for several minutes extolling the qualities of Rhett and his younger brother Blake. Not only were they first class cuties, she assured, they were well off and on the coolness scale, both rated a perfect ten. Jody’s enthusiasm faded when she realized that she would need to get her mother’s permission. Wendy resolved that issue by declaring that she was with her and that she would call her mother and tell her that they were at a friend’s house swimming. Wendy knew her mother wouldn’t press for details and that it would be fine with her, therefore it would be fine with Jody’s mom too. The teen logic was impeccable; Wendy was providing Jody with companionship. After resolving the problem with the ‘rents and filling Jody’s head with visions of virile male hunkiness, Wendy declared that they had better get ready. The older girl tore into her chest of drawers, extracted a red bikini and thrust it upon Jody declaring, “This will fit!” Jody looked with dismay at the tiny garment in her hand. “There’s hardly anything here!” “That’s the point,” quipped Wendy. “You’ll look fabulous in that! Go on, put it on.” To Jody’s complete surprise, Wendy immediately stripped down to nothing right in front of her before digging around looking for the suit she wanted to wear. After a few minutes she came up with handful of blue strings. Wasting no time, she slipped on the tiny blue bikini and posed sexily to show it off to her new friend. Jody’s hand went to her mouth as her disbelieving eyes bulged out. There was hardly anything there! Two tiny triangles barely covered Wendy’s nipples, and the thong bottoms left absolutely nothing to the imagination. “Oh, my gawd! You’re going to wear that?” the younger girl incredulously gasped. “Sure! Why not?” Staring at the string riding up into Wendy’s slit, Jody answered in shock, “Why not? You’re practically naked!” “No, I’m not,” Wendy declared with a wicked grin. “Well… you can see everything!” “Yeah, cool, huh? Besides, Rhett gave it to me, so I have to wear it.” “Do your parents know…” “Heavens, no! They’d have a cow and ground me for life! "Now, come on, try on your suit.” Jody had a bikini at home, but nothing like the little red number she had in her hand. “C’mon, girl! They’ll be here soon!” Not wanting to seem uncool and nerdy, Jody began to disrobe. “Gosh, you’re stacked,” Wendy gushed as Jody’s bare boobs came into view. “Wow, I wish my nipples were darker, like yours, but noooo, mine are so pale you can hardly see them.” Blushing profusely, Jody lowered her shorts and her panties. “Oooooo, that won’t do. That won’t do at all,” the taller blonde girl declared. “That big old bush will poke out everywhere! We’ll have to fix that!” Next thing Jody knew, she was being hauled naked down the hallway to the bath. Wendy directed her sit on the toilet while she gathered up her razor, shaving cream and lotion. “Now, sit back and spread your legs,” the near-nude thong clad girl ordered. Jody not knowing what else she might do, followed Wendy’s instructions. She had to stifle a gasp as Wendy slathered shaving cream on her mons and in between her legs. Wendy worked swiftly and with a sure hand. In seconds Jody’s dark bush was but a memory. Wendy started in on shaving the younger girl’s vulva. “Put your leg up on the tub,” the blonde instructed. Obediently, Jody hiked her leg to give Wendy unfettered access to her pussy. Jody closed her eyes as first one labia was pulled out and shaved clean, then the other. Wendy seemed to take a long time down there, but presumably the girl was just being careful not to nick Jody’s nether lips. When the shave was over, Jody heard Wendy exclaim, “Look at your nipples! You really liked that, didn’t you?” Jody opened her eyes and starred with embarrassed disbelief at the fully erect status of her thick nipples. But what happened next took her by complete surprise. Wendy’s finger slid up her slit to her nubbin. “You’re dripping wet and really excited, aren’t you?” said the forward girl as she began rubbing Jody’s clit. Jody’s widespread legs immediately began to twitch and jerk. Wendy grinned wickedly as she watched her new friend’s expression turn from surprise to a glassy eyed stare as she was masturbated. Jody’s nipples had always been sensitive and when Wendy’s mouth closed over a turgid nipple, the electric shock went right to her groin. Jody let out a plaintive moan as the orgasm tore through her, radiating from her pussy to the far reaches of her fingers and toes. It seemed to go on and on, causing her to thrash about on the toilet seat as her breath was literally taken away. Suddenly the excruciating pleasure was over as lips and fingers were removed. Still, it was several minutes before the panting girl could regain her focus. When she did regain her composure, she saw Wendy grinning up at her, licking her fingers. “You have a quick trigger, sweetie,” Wendy said. “You’ll have to return the favor. I know! How about if you sleep over with me tonight?” Jody was too stunned to answer and unknowingly nodded her approval. “Good!” gushed Wendy. “We’ll have a ball,” she added with a knowing laugh. Suddenly the older girl’s demeanor changed and with an urgency declared, “They’ll be here soon! C’mon, I need to finish you up!” A moment later Jody found herself on the bathroom floor with her ass high in the air. Again she was startled when Wendy slathered shaving cream up her ass crack. The girl was quick and sure with the razor, removing the few stray hairs that marred her dark region. Next she felt a wet wash cloth run up between her legs, removing the last bits of shaving cream from between her legs and her cleft. Then she felt a cold sensation as Wendy slathered on a lotion to sooth the razor burn, working it over her entire private region, including her now bald mons. Suddenly she felt a slap to her upturned buttocks as Wendy exclaimed, “That’s it for now, honey. C’mon, you have to get dressed!” By the time Wendy hauled Jody naked from the bathroom back to her bedroom, the intense orgasm was but a fond memory. Still she was flushed with sexual excitement as she stood nude before the taller blonde. “God, just look at you,” the older girl said lustily, “you are simply delicious! Those tits! I just love your tits!” Without a moment’s pause she changed subjects and demanded that Jody put on the tiny red bathing suit. Jody, still dazed and somewhat confused, slipped on the bottoms and adjusted the ties on the side to fit her properly. Then she put on the revealing top, with Wendy helping her with the fit and tying the two strings in the back. Checking her image out in the mirror, Jody couldn’t believe how skimpy the red string bikini was. Still, compared to what Wendy had on, it was downright conservative. At least the bottoms covered most of her butt and covered her pussy. It also covered most of her full breasts, but just barely contained them. “Gawd, you look hot!”gushed Wendy. “You’re gonna get laid for sure!” Wendy paused, wrinkled her brow and asked, “You do want to get laid, don’t you?” “I, I don’t know,” replied Jody honestly. “I don’t know these guys, you know.” “Yeah, but you will,” replied Wendy brightly. “You’re on the pill, aren’t you?” “Yes,” answered Jody in a whisper, thankful that her mother had protected her. Still, she was a virgin and she wasn’t all that sure about just going out with some strange guy and letting him fuck her; and that's what it'd be, as it certainly wouldn't be making love. But she wasn’t about to admit that to Wendy and reveal just how inexperienced she actually was. She just about fainted when Wendy gushed, “Good! These guys like it bareback!” Jody was about to tell Wendy that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, but before she could say anything the doorbell rang. Wendy urgently implored Jody to put on her t-shirt and shorts while Wendy wrapped a sarong around her lithe body. Then the older girl literally dragged Jody out to the front door. When Wendy opened the front door, there stood the two most gorgeous guys Jody had ever laid eyes upon. They were both tall and well muscled. Both had penetrating deep blue eyes and smiles that could melt an iceberg. One was slightly taller than the other and one was blond while the taller one had brown hair, but it was obvious that these two teen Adonises were brothers. Wendy quickly introduced the taller, brown haired boy as Blake and the slightly shorter blonde boy as Blake’s older brother, Rhett. With a disarming easiness about him, Blake greeted, “Hi ya, gorgeous!” Jody had never been called gorgeous before and she was instantly smitten by the handsome hunk who was to be her date this afternoon. In an instant, her not-so-bold beau Johnny was all but forgotten. Rhett for his part told her hello before taking Wendy into his arms and laying on her on a smoldering kiss. Blake stood smiling at Jody while Rhett and Wendy tongue danced and ground their bodies together. After a long minute, he finally told the smooching couple, “Save it for later, guys.” As Rhett and Wendy broke apart, Jody noticed how flushed with excitement her new friend was. A moment later, Jody was agog as Blake opened the backdoor of the Jaguar sedan for her. The rich smell of leather filled her nostrils immediately as she slid into the back seat. She had just gotten used to the luxurious car when they turned into a drive and an automatic gate opened. Driving up the long tree lined driveway, Jody could hardly believe her eyes. It was a mansion! Rhett pulled up in front and parked in the circular drive that was accentuated with a small fountain. Jody had never seen a place like this before, except on television and in the movies. She knew places like this existed, but she never imaged being in a place like this. Actually it wasn’t a mansion, but it was a large house, a very nice large house; the home of a moderately successful entrepreneur. But to Jody, who was used to dumpy trailers and dumpy apartments, it seemed like a mansion. Blake came around and acting the perfect gentleman, opened the passenger door for Jody. She felt like Cinderella as she stepped out of the Jag and was led up the steps of the portico. Once inside, she was expecting to see a butler or at least a maid, but the house was apparently vacant except for the four teenagers. It was then that Jody realized how silly she was. Inside, the house was very nice indeed, but it was hardly a mansion. Still it was the nicest house she’d ever been inside of. While they walked through the house, Rhett stripped off his shirt and carelessly discarded it on a sofa. Blake too, removed his shirt, revealing the chiseled physique that came with hard work in the gym. “Is your mom home?” Jody asked as they walked through the living areas to the patio. “No. She doesn’t live here,” replied Blake. Quickly he added, “Dad is out of town on business.” “Oh… oh, okay.” Once outside, Jody marveled at the exquisite free-form pool. Not only was it large, it had a waterfall, a connecting spa, and it was beautifully and lushly landscaped. Looking about she saw the grounds beyond the pool area and realized that it was completely private. As nice as Luke’s house was, the neighboring houses were practically on top of one another. Here, you couldn’t see another house; just lush greenery. Jody loved it immediately. Rhett wasted no time in relieving Wendy of her sarong. Brazenly he stroked her bare buttocks while she kissed his bare chest and worked at removing his shorts. As his shorts hit the ground around his ankles, Jody saw that he had nothing on underneath. He was nude; totally nude. Then to her shock, she watched as Wendy went to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. He wrapped his fingers in her blond hair and pulled her head back and forth, fucking her face. Jody’s attention was diverted when Blake began pulling her t-shirt over her head. “Nice,” he declared as her bikini-restrained tits jiggled and bounced into view. “Simply gorgeous,” he breathlessly added. He stepped back and undid his shorts. To Jody’s relief, he had on a black Speedo underneath. He then brazenly undid her shorts and pushed them down. As she stepped out of her cutoff jeans, Blake again praised, “Simply gorgeous!” Jody felt practically naked standing about in the tiny string bikini while Blake ogled her and she felt the growing wetness between her legs. Blake took her in his arms and pulled her into him. She expected to feel his hands all over her, like his brother had done to Wendy, but instead he whispered to her, “You want to watch them or would you rather go swimming?” “I, I…,” she stammered as his hands roamed across her back, “I think we better go swimming.” To her delight and surprise, he lifted her up into his arms and then carried her effortlessly past Wendy as she brazenly fellated Rhett, taking her to the pool where he carried her down the steps and into the water. From there he guided her to an alcove where they could still see what Wendy and Rhett were up to. “How come I’ve never seen you before?” asked Blake as if nothing untoward was happening just a few feet away. “Uh, I just moved into the neighborhood,” Jody replied while glancing at her new friend giving a blowjob out in the open. “That explains it,” he replied. “Where did you move from?” “Uh, just from across town.” Glancing over at her cock gobbling friend, she muttered, “Jesus, I can’t believe she’s, uh…” “You know Wendy for very long?” “Uh, no, I just met her last week. Our dads work together.” “They do? That’s cool,” the handsome boy replied with a disarming smile. Blake turned her head towards him and away from his blond brother being serviced adding, “You know, you are probably the prettiest girl in town.” “You’re just saying that,” she rejoined brushing aside the come on. “No, it’s true. You’re gorgeous.” “Oh, come on! You’re just trying to…” Once again he turned her to face him. “Trying to do what?” “You know… seduce me,” she said blushing. “Seduce you? You’re the one who has seduced me.” “Really?” “Yes, really. Now it’s only fair that I seduce you in return.” Blake pulled Jody to him and laid on a tongue probing kiss that took the girl’s breath away. He was by far the best kisser that Jody had ever encountered. She opened her mouth and greedily sucked on the invading tongue and then returned the gesture. As the thrill coursed through her nervous system, her cock-sucking friend, Wendy, was forgotten. The only thing that mattered was the handsome boy kissing her and his strong hands caressing her back. When the hands began roaming lower, she knew that she should have broken it off, but it just felt too good. In Blake’s embrace, she was powerless to stop or even protest when his hand slipped into the back of her bikini bottoms. She was momentarily saved when Wendy and Rhett were suddenly at her side. Blake broke off the kiss and allowed Jody to twist away just enough to extract his hand from her buttocks. Distracted by Wendy, she turned and was shocked by what she saw. Several rivulets of sticky white goo clung to her friend’s laughing face. Rhett challenged his brother to a game of horse, dove under and lifted Wendy on to his shoulders. Blake and Jody immediately rose to the challenge and the game was on. Jody quickly discovered that their two older opponents had an advantage in size and strength. After being dunked three times, she finally managed to dismount Wendy. The game soon evolved from simple dismounting to a game of bra stripping. To Jody’s triumph she managed to remove Wendy’s top first and proudly displayed her trophy. However, mere moments later, it was her top that was being displayed. Now she found herself at a real disadvantage as she tried to maintain modesty with one hand while fending off Wendy’s attacks with the other. Wendy for her part didn’t seem to care that her bare boobs were on display. After losing two matches, Jody decided to defend her herself and to Rhett’s delight, threw modesty to the wind. She and Blake managed to upend Rhett and Wendy. However when Wendy came up, she was in a struggle with Rhett. Suddenly Rhett surfaced holding Wendy’s bottoms up for all to see. Wendy made a half-hearted attempt to retrieve her bottoms, but Rhett playfully kept them just out of her reach. Then in the shallows, Rhett lifted her from the water squealing and carried Wendy naked out of the pool and laid her down on a sunning mat. Blake took Jody off his shoulders and led her back to the alcove. One game was over and another was about to begin. Blake pushed the wet hair from her face and kissed her. Gently at first, but soon they were dueling with their tongues. Blake towered over her, but around his shoulder she could see that Rhett had mounted Wendy and was slowly pumping into her. “Don’t pay them any mind,” Blake told her gazing into the petite brunette’s green eyes. But she couldn’t help but watch. She felt Blake’s hands cup her bikini clad bottom and suddenly he lifted her out of the water, placing her bare tits right into his face. “You’ve got fabulous tits, baby,” she heard him say just before his lips locked onto a brown nipple. Immediately a bolt of electricity shot from her molested tit to her pussy. It didn’t help that she now had an unobstructed view of the fornicating couple. Even though she hardly knew him, she found herself grinding her tits into Blake’s face, relishing the oral assault on her sensitive titties and the squeezing of her butt. It was right after Rhett and Wendy changed positions from a missionary to a doggie when Blake lowered Jody back into the water. Immediately she felt something different as Blake’s now bare cock pressed into her belly. She reached around him and felt his bare ass. Somehow, somewhere, he had discarded his trunks. She had little time to ponder this mystery, as she soon discovered that he had deftly untied her bottoms and had stripped them off of her. Again he effortlessly lifted her by the buttocks. She quickly realized that this time it wasn’t her tits he was after, as his cock rubbed and pressed against her vulnerable pussy. “I’m a virgin,” she gasped. Blake stopped trying to enter her and replied, “You are?” “Yes,” she whispered. “Well, in that case, let’s do this right the first time.” He kissed her and then carried her out of the water with her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist, past the couple on the deck copulating, and laid her onto a chaise lounge. Blake looked down upon his virginal prize while she gazed at his erect manhood. To Jody, he was beautiful standing before her nude and ready to ravish her. She shivered knowing that in a few moments, that beautiful boy’s organ would be inside her, and for the first time she would experience what it meant to be a woman. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” the handsome boy said. “I hate rubbers, so do you want me to pull out when I cum?” “No… I’m on the pill,” she whispered. “Great! Now spread your legs and show me your pussy.” Jody couldn’t believe that she was actually displaying herself like she was, lewdly inviting him to fuck her. She gazed down her legs at the boy who was at her feet, admiring her most private of privates. He knelt and ran his hands up and down her legs, getting tantalizingly close but not actually touching her freshly shaved pussy. Then he kissed her, on her foot. No one had ever done that before, but he didn’t linger long, slowly kissing up her legs, switching from side to side until his tongue was dancing in the crease between her thighs and vulva. Jody was nearly mad with desire when his dexterous lingual digit first licked across the puffy surface of her vulva. Jody was soon panting from his gentle oral play, feeling her pussy flooding with her lubricating juices. Then it happened, his tongue traced up her dewy slit, not penetrating between the folds, but mercilessly teasing her and causing her pant even more. Blake looked up her torso and was pleased at the sight of her full heaving tits. He didn’t know if she’d ever been eaten out before, but he knew if he wasn’t the first to taste her, he would be the last to drink from her virgin pussy, a virgin pussy that would soon be virgin no more. A deep guttural moan rose in her throat as the nimble, loving tongue penetrated between her swelling labia and slowly scoured her slick channel. Again and again the ever moving tongue lapped up her cunt in a deliberately slow manner that drove her wild. Suddenly the tongue stopped, pressing against her stiff nubbin. Her hips began to move on their own volition, rotating against the stationary lingual muscle. Blake smiled to himself, this was a hot one and she was his for the taking. He changed tactics, sucking the throbbing bud between his lips. Above the passionate cries of Wendy urging his older brother to, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!” he heard Jody let out her own cry of joy. With her clit under suction between his lips, his devilish tongue rapidly flicked the tiny bundle of nerves until the girl shrieked… then a silence as her hips rose off the chaise, her entire body rigid and shuddering in orgasmic splendor. It was some minutes before Jody was once again aware of where she was. Her eyes flickered open. At first she wasn’t quite sure where she was or who she was with. Then the naked boy came into view, standing at her feet and slowly stroking his turgid cock. She looked right and saw only trees. ‘My god, I’m outside. Anyone could see me!’ the young virgin thought. The thought of being observed was oddly exciting. She looked to her left and saw the she was indeed being watched as Wendy and Rhett were standing naked nearby, no longer fucking, but watching and waiting for Blake to fuck her. This wasn't how she'd imagined her first time would be, out in the open, being the center of attention. Still, it made her pussy tingle with anticipation. Her attention was quickly diverted as Blake began to take up position on top of her. She felt his hard penis, the spongy head hot and slippery, pressing against her folds. Then she felt her pussy lips parting as the self-lubricating head nestled into the wet, slippery maw of her virgin vagina. The cock didn’t remain at the entrance very long and penetrated into her until her barrier was reached. Having heard all the stories of how bad the first time could be, she held her breath, expecting searing pain. Instead, she found pleasure, as Blake gently fucked in and out to her hymen and no further. Then he stopped. He kissed her and told her, “This may hurt, but only for a moment.” She didn’t even have a chance to nod her acknowledgement when her pussy was suddenly completely filled with its first cock. It did sting, causing her to suck in her breath, but it didn’t hurt all that much. Holding her breath and waiting for pain that never came, she realized that he had penetrated her fully. After a long moment the cock began to withdraw, only to penetrate again. Blake fucked her deep, with slow shallow strokes, taking his time, letting her vagina become adjusted to his invading cock. Soon though, the strokes became longer and longer, until he was plowing all the way into her and then pulling all but the very tip of his cock crown from her pussy before driving back deeply into her. The young handsome buck felt his conquest's heels digging into his butt, pulling him inside her and he knew she was now ready for a real fucking. Gradually his pace increased, his stokes becoming more and more demanding until the slapping sound of groin to groin contact filled the air. Blake held his weight off her with his arms as he fucked the shapely fifteen year old, relishing the sight of her large D-cup tits beneath him, capped with stiffly pointed nipples, wildly jigging about as he pounded into her. She was tight and the friction on his cock quickly took its toll. He wasn’t all that much interested in lasting too long, not for his first screw, as he knew he would be fucking this girl over and over again, through the afternoon and into the night. Indeed he knew he’d be fucking her whenever and however he wished, until he grew tired of her and discarded her for fresh meat. But for now, she was the fresh meat and she was his. “I’m gonna cum, baby,” he grunted as he screwed, “I’m gonna cum… Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! Ughhhh! Ughhhh! Ughhhh!” Jody felt his cock throb with each ejaculatory pulse and felt his virile seed squirting forcefully into her once pristine cavern. “Yesss!” she hissed, “Yesss!” announcing her approval of the culmination of her deflowering. Suddenly Blake stopped thrusting and withdrew his cock. Now she felt strangely empty, but she was also glowing. She closed her eyes and tried to capture this moment forever in her memory. Blake sauntered over to his brother, his grin stretching from ear to ear. His brother grinned back as he openly molested a willing Wendy. “Look at this!” Blake demanded as he pointed to his dick. His older brother glanced down and saw his brother’s cock glistening with the mingled juices from his recent tryst, the fluids tinged red with the blood of the deflowered virgin. “Damn! She was a virgin?” “Yup! Tight as hell and eager to please.” “Well, I think I need to sample that.” “Have at her, Rhett,” the younger brother offered. Then he turned to Wendy, “Clean me up, bitch.” Jody had opened her eyes and was looking at the other teens. She blinked thinking she had things confused; Wendy was blowing someone again, but he had dark hair and walking towards her was the blonde brother. She could have sworn Blake had the dark hair and his brother… “Ready for seconds,” Rhett said as he moved on top of her, clasping her arms by the wrists and stretching them above her head. She tried to close her legs, but it was too late, he was between them and a moment later he was inside her. Jody had never expected this, to be fucked by two boys, but she was. Just a few minutes before she was a virgin; now she was being used like a slut. Wendy was a slut; that she knew for certain, but… 'Oh, my god, I'm being raped,' she realized, but to her dismay she found her hips thrusting back at the boy now fucking her. She knew she should be repulsed by what was happening, but damn, it felt so good… too good. Too good to say no, too good to complain, it simply felt too damned good. She heard herself whisper, “Yes, fuck me, baby, fuck me.” Unlike his younger brother, Rhett had already blown two loads and he was in for a long fuck session. Jody found herself moved this way and that as Rhett changed their position every five minutes or so. The pause between fucks was short and the fucking was ceaseless, as well as demanding, with Rhett taking her and taking her and taking her. She experienced her first orgasm from penile stimulation, then another and another. When it was finally over she was wasted, completely drained of all energy and soaked in sweat. While she fucked Rhett, she was subjected to additional sexual acts. At one point she saw Wendy standing above her head. Moments later, Wendy’s cum dripping snatch was grinding into her face while Rhett energetically pumped his cock in and out, churning up a white froth from his sibling’s cum. Later, Rhett had her on top, mauling her jugs as she fucked him. Suddenly, Blake’s cock was thrust into her face. Instinctively she knew what to do and gobbled the offered extra prick with relish. Eventually Rhett declared, “My dick’s getting sore,” and he abruptly dismounted her sweat soaked body. “You’re a nice fuck, baby,” he complimented. “It's gonna be fun having you around this summer.” Then he wandered off into the house, leaving her with a now gaping pussy and a yearning for more cock. She looked around and found Blake; he was screwing Wendy in the ass. Then it hit her, what she had done. Her first time and she did it with two guys, sometimes the two guys were doing her at the same time, sometimes she was licking Wendy’s cunt while Rhett fucked her. Only a total slut would do those things. She lay on the chaise lounge, looking up at the clouds drifting by and the occasional bird as it fluttered past. She heard birds chirping, Wendy grunting and the soft, “Phat! Phat! Phat!” of Wendy’s buttocks meeting Blake’s thrusting groin. She looked back over at the fornicators and marveled at how Wendy’s buttocks shook and quaked and wondered if her buttocks would do that too. Then she shuddered, knowing Wendy was taking it up her anus. ‘What a slut,’ she muttered. Still she watched in fascination until she was startled by Rhett sitting down next to her. “You like watching?” Rhett asked. “Yeah, I do,” she honestly answered. “You like being watched?” “I don’ know.” “Liar!” he laughed. Then he offered her a sip from his bottle of beer. Her throat was parched and even though she didn’t like beer, the cold liquid was soothing. She took more than just a sip. She handed the bottle back to Rhett. “No, you keep it, honey. I brought out a bucket,” he said as he extracted a fresh cold beer from the iced bucket. Rhett then called to his brother, “Hey, Blake! Get your dick out of my girlfriend’s ass and have a beer. You too, slut!” Blake rocked back and extracted his cock from Wendy’s upturned ass. He then sauntered over to Rhett and Jody with his bobbing cock leading the way, leaving Wendy on her knees and her face plastered to the sunning mat. Blake sat very near Jody’s head and as he gulped down half a brew, she caught a whiff of the funky odor of ass rising from his semi rigid cock. Soon Wendy was joining them. Before Rhett would give Wendy a beer, he made her bend over and spread her ass cheeks. Jody was incredulous as Wendy’s rear portal winked open and shut in a lewd display, confirming Jody’s opinion of her new friend as a total slut. In addition to the bucket of beer, Rhett had also brought out his stash of pot and soon Jody had a crucial decision to make; to take a toke from the offered joint or decline. She’d never smoked marijuana before and was not eager to try it. Still, she felt that if she was to fit in with her new friends… Jody’s new friends all howled in glee has she choked, hacked and coughed when she ventured to inhale the unaccustomed harsh smoke. Fortunately the cold beer soothed her throat. When the joint was passed back to her, she made a feeble effort to decline, but Blake offered that if he blew the smoke into her mouth, then it wouldn’t be so harsh. Reluctant to say no, Jody inhaled deeply as she received her first shotgun hit. Blake was right… it wasn’t so harsh, but… whoa! Next thing she knew, everything was weird and hilariously funny. The third time the joint came round, she eagerly accepted another shotgun from Blake. The little party broke up when Rhett and Wendy disappeared inside, leaving Jody and Blake out on the patio. Jody wasn’t even aware that Rhett and Wendy had disappeared when Blake suggested that they go swimming. Nude and giggling, Jody was led to the pool by her equally stoned and naked date. Barely able to stand, Jody allowed Blake to coax her onto her back where he played tugboat with her. Soon they were docked on the steps in the shallows. Rising from the water, Blake straddled Jody, offering his wet flaccid cock to her lips. Forgetting where that cock had been just twenty minutes before, Jody eagerly accepted his offer. Jody marveled at how boys could be soft one minute and then hard the next, the transition occurring rapidly and mysteriously. No sooner had that thought formed than it disappeared. He was hard and that was all that mattered at the moment. Even that moment was fleeting as he pulled his erection from her lips. She didn’t know why he wanted her to move up the steps, she just did. Immediately she found out why as he pushed her legs up and rested them on his shoulders and penetrated her. Nothing existed for Jody but her pussy and Blake’s cock moving inside her. As her pleasure built to the breaking point, she heard someone say over and over somewhere off in the distance, “So good, so good. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me,” unaware that it was her own voice that she was hearing. When her orgasm broke over her, the effects of the smoke intensified the sensations, sweeping her completely away with unbounded lust and passion. It was the most intense and the best feeling in the entire universe, a universe that had shrunken down to include only the copulating couple and nothing else. The fucking stopped and the wonderful cock pulled out of her cunt, but only momentarily. Then the head spread her swollen and engorged lips once again and sank back into where it belonged. Her eyes fluttered open just as another climax began to ramp. The blonde boy grinned down at her as he plowed in and out of her throbbing cunt. ‘Didn’t he have brown hair?’ she asked herself as Blake’s older blonde brother pumped away at their new slut’s pussy. For the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening, Jody was repeatedly fucked by the two brothers who found her newness far more interesting than their familiarity with their other whorish girl. It wasn’t until she was home that night and reasonably sober, that she was struck with the enormity of spending the day fornicating with two boys she had just met. What had she done? What had she become? Before today she didn’t know what a slut her new friend Wendy was, but was she any better? Now she had only one thing on her mind… cocks and fucking. It had been the most fun ever and she knew that if and when Blake or Rhett called, her answer would be ‘yes’. She realized that she was now just as much of a slut as Wendy was and she was happy with that. The next morning, Jody received a call from Wendy. “Hey, girl,” Wendy began. “You sure looked like you were enjoying yourself yesterday.” “Oh, I was, I was!” the younger girl gushed. “Hey, slut, next time, don’t hog the guys to yourself so much,” jested Wendy. “I really don’t think I had much say in the matter.” “Oh, yeah, I heard you protesting so, so much.” “I didn’t mean to…” “Don’t worry, honey. I’m not mad. I never imagined that you were still a virgin. And when the guys found out you were untraveled territory, they just couldn’t help themselves. Next time, you’ll be used goods, like me.” “You make it sound so… dirty.” “Fucking two guys right out of the box? That’s not dirty, but it is slutty. Shit, I didn't do that until... never mind. Listen, the reason I called…” “You want me to come over?” “Yeah, I want you to lick my pussy.” “Uh, I…” “Just kidding!... Not!” Wendy laughed. “You owe me on that girly, but what I’m calling about is…” “What?” “Rhett just called.” “And?” “He wants to do you again. Today. Blake too. You up for a repeat?” Jody wasn’t at all prepared for an invitation like that. She expected and wanted either Blake or Rhett to call her, not some second party. That and at least some pretense of propriety. “Well, I, uh…” “Well, I’m going, so you can’t hang out here,” Wendy interjected. “They’re on their way to pick me up. Be ready in ten minutes.” “Ten minutes! I haven’t gotten dressed!” “Dressed? You won’t need to be dressed except to get in the car. Look, just freshen up, put on some lipstick and eyeliner and just throw on a t-shirt and shorts. You won’t need panties or a bra, so don’t bother. See you in ten minutes, slut.” “Wendy…” The line went dead. Jody was in a turmoil. ‘Ten minutes? Ten minutes! They just expect to pick me up for sex? And in ten minutes? What do they think I am?’ Hanging up the telephone she uttered in frustration, “Ooooooooo,” then she scurried off to put on makeup and get ready. Once again, Jody rode in the backseat of the Jaguar with Blake, but unlike the first time she was taken to the boys’ house, Blake’s hands were all over her. While Wendy gleefully watched from the front seat, Jody ineffectually tried to prevent Blake from stripping off her t-shirt. With that battle lost, she quickly lost her bikini top, her cutoff jeans and the red string bikini bottoms. By the time they had arrived, she was naked, totally naked. Parked by the fountain at the front of the house, Jody nearly died of embarrassment when Blake hauled her naked from the backseat of the Jag. “Gawd, Blake, everyone can see me!” she protested holding what little clothes she had managed to grab and trying to cover up. As she said that, a car passing the front gate honked, spurring her to quickly run up the steps squealing and into the house. With the large entry door closed behind her, she pummeled Blake for embarrassing her like that, and in doing so, what little clothes she had in her hands were quickly stripped out her hand. That’s when she heard a man’s voice call out, “Who is the new pussy?” “Oh, hi, Dad!” replied Blake. Jody was mortified. Rhett and Wendy burst out laughing. Suddenly an older man stood before her, his blue eyes unabashedly scanning her youthful naked flesh. Like his boys he was handsome and towered over Jody; and like his boys, he was powerfully built. “Dad, this is Jody,” Blake said in introducing his new girl friend. “Jody, this is my dad.” “I am very pleased to meet you, Jody,” the older man said with a smile as his eyes roamed across her nakedness. “Call me Parker. But tell me, do you always overdress when you’re visiting? Not that I mind. A pretty little thing like you is always welcome here. Dressed or not.” Turning his attention back to his two sons, the dad said, “Sorry to have interfered with your party, boys. I just came home to get some papers that I had forgotten this morning. I must admit, seeing this pretty little thing in all her glory, I’m glad that I did.” Addressing all four teenagers, Parker said, “Well, you kids have fun today.” He looked Jody over again and then he was gone. The shock of being caught nude wore off enough for Jody to blurt out, “Oh, my gawd! Oh, my gawd! That was your dad!” “Yeah, well, so what?” Rhett answered her. “Let’s all get naked and fuck!” Still dismayed and mortified by what had just happened, Jody was led by the hand outside and onto the pool deck. In a flash, both boys stripped for action. Wendy sidled up next to Jody and said, “Isn’t their dad a hunk? Wait until he gets between your legs, slut, you’ll know then what it means to be fucked, really fucked.” “Oh, my gawd, Wendy, you didn’t!” “Sure I did and so will you. If I know Parker he won’t stay at work very long knowing that you’re here and available.” “I am not available!” Jody emphatically declared. “Who are you kidding? Look at you, girl. You’re totally nude and you’re here to be fucked, so just enjoy it. I always do.” Powerful arms engulfed her from the rear, with roaming hands taking liberties. “I think I need to go home,” Jody said as she tried to avoid the lips nibbling at her neck and ear. “Think again,” the assertive boy relied. “We have all day.” Suddenly her date, Blake, appeared before her with a lit joint. “Take a hit,” he said as he placed the lit end of the joint between his lips and blew a stream of smoke into her face. Her mouth opened and she deeply inhaled the cool smoke. Almost immediately she felt the effect, of being somewhat disjointed, of being relaxed and carefree. From behind her, Rhett lifted her leg. She felt his organ probing between her legs. Her lips parted and she felt her cunt being filled with his cock. Suddenly nothing else mattered. It felt so good to be filled with a cock, even if it was her boyfriend’s brother’s cock and not her boyfriend’s. For Jody, the morning was a fog of sex and more sex, fueled by youthful lust, marijuana and beer, interspersed with swimming breaks to wash away the sweat and cum before the fornication began anew. She was quite uncaring as to whose cock was where and she delighted in the perverse things she did with her new friends. Wendy suggested that she try anal and the boys flipped a coin to see who took her in the ass first, with Blake the winner. Wendy suggested that she eat pussy, and she did. Rhett suggested that she lick his brother’s ass and she did. Rhett and Wendy were also treated to rim jobs. Nor did she resist when Parker came home for lunch and took her like his sons took her, bareback, adding his seed to the spermy cocktail drenching her pussy. She didn’t care at all. That is until after she was home and the alcohol and the drugs began to wear off. Looking at her herself in the mirror at the crude words written all over her body in red lipstick, she knew that she had been used. But by then it was too late. What was done was done. She was now a depraved slut to be used. Soaking in a hot bath to ease the soreness, she scrubbed away the lipstick and reflected on what she had become in little more than a single day. The more she thought about it, the more distraught she became. But, by the time the water began to get too cool, she had resolved to take a different course. She could change. She wouldn’t go back to Blake and Rhett’s house. She wouldn’t hang with that slut Wendy either. She would stay home and read books until school started, and maybe by then she would have forgotten her whorish behavior. Then she would find new friends and start anew. Everyone deserved a second chance, her mother had always said, and who deserved it more than she did? Her mother, used to her daughter’s moodiness, let her sulk during dinner and when Jody turned in early for bed, she thought nothing of it. The next day she laid low, explaining that she didn’t want to go to Wendy’s because she didn’t feel well. Wendy called her cell phone several times during the day, but she wouldn’t answer it, choosing instead to let her leave voicemail messages, messages that went unanswered. That night, Luke asked her if she wanted to make some money… a lot of money. “My boss needs a babysitter in the worst way tonight and tomorrow night. He has some important business associates coming into town. He had a sitter, but she came down with something. He’s willing to pay top dollar.” “I don’t know,” Jody said trying to beg off. “It’s Luke's boss, Jody," her mother interjected. “You really need to help him out on this.” Luke continued, “He said he’d make it worthwhile for you. Heck, you could make a hundred bucks or so.” A hundred dollars! That got Jody’s attention. Never before had she anywhere near that much money at any one time. “A hundred dollars?” “That’s what he said. Can I call him before someone else, like Wendy, grabs the job?” “YES! I’ll do it!” the young teen girl exclaimed enthusiastically. Luke made the call and informed Jody that she would be picked by a limo in thirty minutes. “What should I wear?” “Wear whatever you normally wear for babysitting,” her mother replied. Donning a pair of short-shorts and tight fitting belly shirt, Jody rushed to put a little makeup on. Before she knew it, the limo was outside to pick her up. Jody kissed her mother goodbye and rushed out the door. The chauffeur was waiting with the backdoor open for her. She jumped in and the door shut behind her. It was then that she noticed the man sitting facing her. “Oh, my god,” she gasped recognizing Blake and Rhett’s father. “What are you doing here?” “Obviously I’m here to pick you up,” Parker Grubbs replied. “But, you don’t need a babysitter!” “Of course not,” he chuckled. “But I do need a girl like you for tonight. I have some important business partners in town and…” “A girl like me?” “Yes, a girl like you. A girl who enjoys showing off her body. Remember, when I first met you? You walked in the front door totally nude. I like that spirit in a girl. You know, come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve seen you with any clothes on at all. And I need a girl who enjoys having sex with several partners.” “What kind of girl do you think I am?” she pouted. “I already know what kind of girl you are. You’re young, pretty, have a great set of knockers and you’re a total slut.” “If you think I’m going to have sex with a bunch of old men for one hundred dollars, you’re nuts!” “Ah, so it’s just the price. How does five hundred sound?” “Wait a minute. Luke said that you were his boss.” “I am his boss and I suggest that you keep me happy or you, your mother and Luke will be back living in that shitty trailer.” “Does Luke know that…” “That I’m buying you for sex? Of course he does. And after tonight you can expect him to want a piece of your fine ass too. "Now, five hundred or you can go back inside and tell everyone to get packing. It’s all up to you, honey. I can’t force you to do anything. But I might add that, the gentlemen you will entertaining tomorrow are all very powerful and wealthy men. I’m sure that once they have sampled what you offer, they will happily pay you handsomely for your time the next time they are in town.” “What about tonight?” “Tonight, it will be just me and you, sweetie. We have a lot in common, you know. We both enjoy intimate genital to genital contact. So what will it be? You and me tonight, plus five hundred dollars and four cocks tomorrow, or a life of poverty?” “I really don’t have a choice, do I?” “Of course you have a choice.” Parker paused then added, “I really like your outfit… pure teenager, but you really need to lose the bra, honey.” In silence, Parker and Jody stared at each other in the back of the limo as it sped towards its destination. Jody reached behind her back, under her top and unfastened her bra. “Excellent choice, my dear. Now let me help you with that.” With her top off and bra discarded, Parker praised the quality of her breasts. “So large for a girl your size, large and firm, yet soft... absolutely perfect tits.” He reached out and hefted a fleshy orb. “See, you’re excited already… Nipples don’t lie.” A few minutes later, the limo pulled into the circular drive of the big house. Parker lifted his head from her now wet tit. “Ah, we’re here. Come, let’s not waste any time.” “I need to put my top back on.” “Why? You’re more fully dressed now than you were the other day. Besides, you’ll just have to take it off again once we’re inside.” “Then I’ll take it off again,” Jody replied as she pulled her belly shirt back over her head. Straightening it in place, she looked up and saw the limo driver watching her in the rear view mirror. She knew she should have been angry, or even embarrassed, but instead, she felt a little thrill that a complete stranger had seen her bare breasts. Once inside, the belly shirt lasted a little longer than Jody had suspected it would. Instead, Parker led her to the living room, and had her remove her rhinestone studded flip flops. “Here, use the table,” he said motioning the heavy stone cocktail table set before the twin sofas. Plopping down on a sofa, he picked up a remote. The room lights dimmed, an overhead spotlight lit the low stone table and dance music began. Jody hadn’t made a move to mount the table. “Step up on the table and dance for me.” “Is that all you want me to do?” she pouted. “No, I want you to strip for me. Make it sexy. Do it right. Tomorrow night is important to me. You’ll be stripping on a table just like this and I want you to make them drool.” She wasn’t sure what motivated her to mount the table, the promise of big money, her need to please this man, or the just the thrill of it. She’d never done a striptease for anyone and here she was about to put on a show for man old enough to be her father… not that she had any idea who or how old her father was. She began to dance. “Jiggle those big tits, baby! “Move those hips more, like you’re fucking.” Young Jody couldn’t believe the pointed things he was saying to her, but she did her best to comply. “That’s it, baby. Now lose the shirt.” Soon she was down to just her thong panties and once they made the trip south down her legs, she was totally nude… and totally into it. Still she was shocked when Parker stuck a realistic looking dildo upright on the table and told her to pick it up with her cunt. As the fifteen year old girl squatted above the dildo and then began taking it up inside her, Parker knew he had a winner in this one. Not that Wendy or one of several other high school girls wouldn’t do the same thing with the proper incentives, it was just that Jody had this one-in-a-thousand dynamite body, yet she had this youthful innocent look about her. “Lie down, Jody,” he told her while holding the base of the dildo steady. Jody sank to the cold table top while Parker kept the dildo in her cunt. Automatically her legs spread and Parker began stroking her cuntal passage with the flesh colored toy. “Look me in the eye when I do this to you,” he instructed. “Show me how much you’re enjoying this.” Locking her eyes with his, she made swooning faces as she squirmed about on the table while being fucked with the faux prick. Parker couldn’t help but notice just how easily the dildo moved within her, nor could he help notice the little pool of girlie juice collecting on the stone table top. While maintaining control of the dildo, Parker stripped off his shirt, then his jeans and then his underwear. Gazing at the hot tube of erect man-meat, Jody wanted it, yet she didn’t want the pleasuring dildo to vacate her grotto. So it was with a little disappointment that she felt the dildo leave her cunt, but her disappointment was short lived as Parker moved on top of her, he was going to fuck her and that was fine with her. The hot, drooling spongy head of his fat cut cock speared the voluptuous fifteen-year-old’s cunt. “Oh, baby, the guys are going to love you,” he told her as he began fucking her. His cock was thicker and longer than either of his sons and Jody noticed the difference. Then she noticed something else, she wasn’t stoned like she had been the other day when Parker took her for the first time. Then it was just another cock, but now it felt somehow special, to be taken so easily by an older man who really knew how to fuck a girl. The soft “Phat! Phat! Phat!” of fornication filled the room as Jody’s hips rose to meet Parker’s thrusts into her teen cunt. Jody closed her eyes and immersed herself in the sweet sensation of a hard demanding cock moving in the tight sheath of her vagina. Next to an actual orgasm, it was the best feeling in the world. She felt the cock pulse and knew his semen was jetting into her. With a cry, she plunged over the edge and into the vortex of a strong orgasm. She wasn’t aware of much of anything for next few minutes, just the afterglow of a good cum. But as she coasted down, she did realize that she had been dismounted. Then she was aware of voices. At first she thought it might be Blake or Rhett talking to their father and she prepared herself to be re-entered. The brunette teen’s green eyes fluttered open and she sat upright. At first she didn’t recognize the person talking quietly to Parker, perhaps it was one of his boys, but whoever it was, he was dressed. “You’ve done real good with this one, Luke,” she heard Parker say. “You want a piece of her?” “Damned right I do, little brother. She’s a fine piece of fuck meat. I’ve been itching to get between her legs ever since the first time I saw her.” Suddenly the man stepped before her unbuttoning his shirt. Jody gasped as she recognized her mother’s boyfriend. As soon as the shirt hit the floor, he was working on his belt. Before she knew it, he was stepping out of his jeans and underwear. Jody’s eyes went wide as she realized just how big his cock was… no wonder her mother liked him. Looking the girl right in the eye, he reached down and mauled a succulent bare breast. “So how do like being a whore?” he asked. “Are you going to be as good of a whore as your mama is? Now if you’re wondering if your mama knows… yes, she knows. Now just like your mama, your ass belongs to me. You’ll fuck whoever I tell you to fuck, just like your mama. I gave your pristine cunt to my brother and nephews first, and now I’m going to sample my goods. So, spread those legs honey. That’s it, now spread open your pussy lips for me. Damn girl, you’re leaking all over the coffee table.” Cold stone sober, Jody’s brain was in as much of a fog as when she was fucked stoned. She knew she that should have been outraged, but the shock of what Luke was telling her completely befuddled her. He moved on top of her, keeping his weight off with his arms and hands. “Put it in, Jody. Put my cock in your sweet cunt, slut.” Luke felt her cool hand surround his turgid member and then felt her position the tip in the hot moisture of her dripping cunt. He pushed… Yes, she was going to be a big hit tomorrow night. THE END

Bethany By Vanessa Evans Author’s Note This story was prompted by an idea from ‘Scott from near San Francisco’ (thank you Scott). The idea started me thinking about how I would have liked to have had similar experiences. Intro A girl who thinks nothing of taking her clothes off when told or asked to. This story is about Bethany; a cute, skinny blonde girl who grew up in a house full of men. Sadly, when Bethany was born her mother didn’t survive the birth, leaving her father to bring up Bethany and her 2 brothers. It wasn’t apparent for a few years, but poor Bethany wasn’t the brightest light in the street and her father put that down to the difficult birth. The story starts when Bethany turns 11 years old. One of Bethany’s brothers, the eldest, Lucas, had to do a school project on human anatomy and he’d decided to include photographs of both a young male body and a young female body. Getting the photo of the male body was easy, all he did was take a selfie; but the female photo was a little more difficult. At dinner one evening at the start of his project, Lucas looked a bit down. He hadn’t a clue where he was going to get the girl photo and was starting to wish that he’d picked a different project. His father asked him what was wrong and when Lucas explained what his problem was, his father instantly found the solution – Bethany. In that household people wandering around in their underwear was quite normal and Bethany was no exception. She often never bothered putting her other clothes on when she got changed out of her school uniform and would spent the rest of the evenings in just her knickers (at 11, Bethany hadn’t reached puberty so didn’t understand all this shyness crap that older girls suffer from). In fact, when all the kids were growing-up they often shared the bath and shower. As they got older the boys stopped sharing the showers and baths with each other but both of them still invite Bethany to join them. Bethany thought that it would be nice to have her photograph taken, and at that age she didn’t think anything of it later; nor when the photograph session got started and Lucas asked her to take her knickers off. Of course, all her brothers, and her father, were there and there were a lot of discussions as to what the best pose was for Bethany to get her photo taken. Lucas reminded everyone that it was a human anatomy project so he’d have to take photos of Bethany’s chest and genitals. For the next 30 minutes or so, Bethany lay on the dining room table while Lucas took distant and close-up photos of her on her back and on her front with her legs closed and wide open. All the time Bethany was giggling to herself and wondering if the photos would make her famous. When Lucas had taken all the suggested shots he went and loaded the photos onto his laptop then started scrolling through them as everyone gathered round to look at them. Bethany hadn’t bothered putting her knickers back on and was sitting on her father’s lap as Lucas kept clicking the ‘next’ button. Eventually, everyone agreed that the best photo to use to Lucas’s project was one where Bethany was laid on her back with her legs open. The shot was taken from about 3 feet over her feet so it got her genitals and her flat chest. Lucas’s teacher was impressed with Lucas’s overall project but wasn’t so sure about including the photographs even though he had cut the heads off the photos before sticking them in his project book. Although it was a scientific project the teacher explained that images like that can sometimes get misconstrued and mistaken for pornography. The teacher warned Lucas to be careful and gave the whole class a talk on the subject of ‘indecent’ images and the law. Afterwards, a few of Lucas’s class mates wanted to know where he had got the photos, but Lucas wouldn’t tell. At dinner a few days later, the father asked Lucas how he had got on with his project. When Lucas said that it had gone well, Chad (next brother up from Bethany) had suggested that he take photographs of Bethany every week, conducting a long-term project that may just help him with his career. Lucas sort of liked the idea but said that he’d have to think about it. Bethany meanwhile, really liked the idea, thinking about all the attention that she would get. Lucas spent a few days thinking about Chad’s idea then he told everyone what his thoughts were. He said that he would like to do it but he would need some financial help to buy a tripod and he’d also need a section of wall painting white and marked vertically like a ruler. His idea was to have a list of shots that he’d take every week, store them in different folders (one of each pose) and then set-up slide shows so that he could show the development of Bethany’s body over the months and years. Everyone agreed that it was a good idea, Bethany especially as she imagined herself being the subject of a long term scientific project. Over the next few days a tripod and paint were bought and Lucas and his father got to work. When it was all was complete, Lucas set-up the tripod and put electrical tape marks on the floor where the tripod and Bethany’s feet should go to get the required consistency over time. Bethany meanwhile found it hard to control her excitement and as things looked like they would be ready soon she took her knickers off and hung around, eager to get started. As soon as he was ready, Lucas read out the list of shots that he wanted to take each week: - Stood up, whole body:- Front Back Left Side Right Side Electrical tape marked where Bethany was to put her feet, the front and back shots leaving her feet about 18 inches apart. On the table length ways with feet at the 2 corners: - On her stomach Shot taken so that it included the back of her knees, up to her neck Zoomed-in on her butt and vagina On her back Shot taken so that it included her knees, up to her neck Zoomed-in on her vagina These shots would be taken at the maximum height of the tripod. Bethany had real trouble keeping still as these 8 photographs were taken and was as keen as everyone else to see the results on Lucas’s laptop; so keen that she again didn’t bother putting her knickers back on again. One week later the process was repeated with Bethany being so excited and eager to be ‘Model Bethany’ again that she even took her knickers off when she took her school uniform off as soon as she got home from school and remained naked all through dinner, the modelling session and the 8 brief slide shows afterwards. This soon developed into a weekly family ritual with Bethany’s enthusiasm not waning. Puberty arrived for Bethany and her feelings about her naked posing changed. Over a period of about 3 months Bethany decided that she no longer wanted to have to get naked for her father and brothers. As that time of the week came round, Bethany seemed more and more reluctant to get naked. She started telling her father and brothers that she was changing into a woman and that it wasn’t right that she had to take all her clothes off. Each time that she said anything everyone would tell her that she’d made a commitment and that she had to stick to it. Bethany even got self-conscious about her sprouting chest and persuaded her father to buy her some bras which she kept on with her knickers when she took her other clothes off after school. She also stopped joining her brothers for baths and showers too. Another thing that didn’t help was that her father‘s work pattern changed and he wasn’t going to be at home on an evening. When her father announced the change Bethany had hoped that the sessions would end but he’d told everyone that nothing else would change, that he expected everything to continue as usual. Things got worse for poor Bethany when pubic hairs started appearing and her vulva started to get fleshier. The first time that she had to pose after she noticed her clitoris protruding a little from her lips was the worst day of her life. She spent the whole Sunday lunch time trying to persuade her family that she couldn’t do it anymore but they all told her that a commitment was a commitment and that meant that she just had to do it. Bethany didn’t think that things could get worse but just as soon as she started getting what her brothers called her ‘bush’, Lucas said that her spreading pubic hair was impairing the view of her vagina. More embarrassing Sunday lunch time discussions took place and all the guys agreed that Bethany would shave her whole pubic region just before each modelling session. Those 15 or 20 minutes each week were the worst times of her life. She found it really hard to keep her hands by her side and just as soon as the ordeal was over she’d run to her room. After about another 3 months of the embarrassment Bethany realised that the embarrassment was diminishing. Then it got to the stage that she just shrugged her shoulders and took her bra and knickers off and ‘just did it’. As she watched the slide shows she started to get a little proud of how her body had ‘grown-up’; especially as her brothers, and her father all told her that she was developing into a very beautiful young woman. She herself liked the way her breasts grew into a firm ‘B’ cup and her butt grew out into a cute, small, bubbly shape. A couple of months further down the line and Bethany had not only got over the embarrassment, she’d realised that she was actually looking forward to those naked sessions again. She couldn’t explain why, nor could she explain the tingling feelings in her groin area that started almost as soon as she got home from school on posing nights. Bethany’s embarrassment suddenly came back on one posing night when just after dinner a couple of Chad’s mates arrived to collect him to go somewhere. Not even thinking about Bethany’s feelings, Chad invited his mates in to watch Lucas’s project progress. Poor Bethany was mortified; it’s one thing getting naked and getting into explicit poses when it’s only family around (even if all that family are all men); but it’s something completely different if there’s a couple on unknown young men there as well. Those tingly feelings were really strong as she posed for those 8 photographs in front of the extended audience and for some strange reason she didn’t run off to her room afterwards and stayed to watch the slide shows that Lucas gave for Chad’s mates. Over the next few weeks Bethany’s embarrassment decreased proportionally to the increased tingling and 2 months later Bethany was back to looking forward to the sessions and secretly hoped that one of her brothers would invite their friends to watch. She even got back to taking her bra and knickers off as soon as she got home from school on what was again, her ‘big’ night. Even the shaving on the table immediately before the photography session became nothing special; she just got on with it without a second thought. When Chad, and her other brothers, started inviting more of their mates over to observe the sessions Bethany’s anticipation and excitement increased to such an extent that after one session she realised that her pussy and inner thighs were all wet. This confused her and when Lucas’s project was discussed at the next Sunday lunch her father didn’t help by just saying that she was ‘enjoying’ the sessions. She just didn’t understand what was going on. Bethany got even more confused by her brothers sniggering when her father had said that. That night in bed, Bethany realised that she hadn’t been embarrassed by her brothers and father discussing what she was sure would have been really embarrassing if she’d been one of her school mates. Apart from the confusion it hadn’t been embarrassing at all for her; in fact she’d remembered that she got that nice tingly feeling while it was being discussed. Over the next few months Bethany’s brothers had a whole series of their friends over to watch Bethany shave and getting her photographs taken, and it became quite routine for her; except for that tingly feeling that just wouldn’t go away. Chad’s mates started coming round on other nights and as usual, Bethany was usually wearing only her knickers and bra. It never bothered her at all. Those mates of Chad’s were the nearest to Bethany’s age and the most immature. The chance of seeing a girl wearing only a bra and knickers or, better still naked on posing night, was a big attraction to them and Chad was never short of friends. One evening (not a posing night) whilst 2 of Chad’s mates were there, the talk got round to Bethany posing. One of Chad’s mates suggested that Bethany may as well take her bra and knickers off that night as well. To everyone’s surprise, Bethany as well, she stood up and did just that; sitting back down as if it was totally normal. Chad’s mates couldn’t believe their luck as they got to stare at Bethany’s pointed ‘B’s and even more when she stood up to go and get the evening meal ready. Apart from that inexplicable tingling, Bethany didn’t think anything of being naked around those boys. Like any young teenage girl, Bethany started thinking more about her clothes and more relevant, her underwear. Bethany’s choice of clothing had always been her fathers and she was really pleased when on her 13th birthday her father let her go clothes shopping on her own. He wasn’t displeased when she showed him the new tops and skirts that she’d chosen. She didn’t show him her thongs but he’d get to see them soon; it wouldn’t be long before she was wandering around in just one of them whist he was at home. The first evening when stripped to her bra and a thong after school, all of her brothers complimented her on her new look. Even one of Chad’s friends who came round told her that she looked good. This boosted her self-confidence and Bethany felt good, even when 30 minutes later Chad asked her to take her bra and thong off. Bethany just did it and carried on getting the evening meal ready totally naked as if it was perfectly normal. What’s more, that tingly feeling in her groin felt good. Apart from posing night where Bethany got naked as soon as she got home from school, Bethany never bothered to take her bra and thong off as soon as she got home from school but they rarely stayed on for long as one of her brothers or their friends usually asked her to take them off. Each time Bethany would just take them off and carry on with whatever she was doing. Bethany’s brothers even started asking her to strip whilst their father was around and Bethany just did it; her father not even asking her why she was naked. One evening after Chad had told Bethany to take her bra and thong off, and she had, Chad had told her that she may as well stop wearing them for good. Bethany’s immediate response was to say that she couldn’t go to school without a bra or knickers, but when Chad had shown her a copy of the school rules about uniforms, and there was nothing there about underwear, Bethany just said ‘okay’ and from that day on she never wore underwear at all. When any of the girls at school said anything she just said that she’d stopped wearing them because it pleased her brothers. One day when all the family were visiting one of Bethany’s uncles, a confirmed bachelor, Chad had asked Bethany to take her clothes off, and she did. When her uncle asked her what she was doing she just told him that it was no big deal and that her brothers often asked her to take her clothes off at home. It was then that Bethany’s father told his brother about Lucas’s project. Quite naturally, the uncle was ‘quite interested’ and Bethany’s father promised that Bethany would take the slide shows round for him to see. The following Saturday, the lone Bethany was knocking on her uncle’s front door with a memory stick in her purse. Once inside, Bethany was surprised to see 2 other men, about her uncle’s age, along with her uncle, sat in the living room waiting. Everyone gathered round her uncle’s PC whilst he powered it up and copied the slide shows to its hard disk. As the images on the screen got more womanly, one of her uncle’s friends asked her if she ever got embarrassed. After a 5 minute history of her posing sessions Bethany admitted that she no longer did. After a minute’s pause, the middle-aged man reminded Bethany that she’d taken her clothes off the last time that she was there and asked her to take them off again. Without a second thought Bethany stripped naked, one of her uncle’s friends asking why she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Without the slightest bit of embarrassment Bethany told them that Chad had asked her to stop wearing any and she had. Bethany was watching the slide shows and she thought that the 3 men were as well, but when the fourth one ended and her uncle didn’t start the next one, Bethany looked at first her uncle, then the other 2. All 3 were staring at her. That knowledge started Bethany’s tingling again but this time, she had an itch on her pussy. She spread her legs, scratched the itch then closed her legs again. She watched the 3 men staring at her all the time. Bethany didn’t know what to do so she just stood there with her head bowed, letting them stare at her. Over the next couple of minutes Bethany felt the tingling get stronger and her pussy get wet. Instinctively, Bethany opened her legs enough so that her pussy could feel the cool air in the room. After another long pause Bethany’s uncle asked her if she could get some beers from the fridge. From where the 3 men were sat they could see Bethany bending over to reach the bottles of beer. All 3 were impressed with how easy it had been to get young Bethany naked and bent over so that they could get a good look at her bald pussy. As the last slide shows finished Bethany’s uncle invited her to sit and talk to them while they finished their beer. There was no way that Bethany was going to be rude to them so they all sat and the 3 men asked Bethany all about Lucas’s project and what she felt about her part in it. Whilst telling the 3 men about how proud she was to be taking part in such a big scientific project and how she’d gone through phases of being embarrassed but she thought that that was all behind her now. She told them that the posing was her first step towards a career as a model. While Bethany was telling them all about it, her uncle had a brainwave. When she finished telling them all about it, her uncle asked her if she’d like to earn some extra pocket money. That last word perked-up Bethany and she asked what she would have to do. When her uncle had said that it was cleaning the house and being the hostess for gatherings that he had with his friends, Bethany jumped at the chance; after all, it was nothing different to what she was already doing at home and what she was doing right then. The 3 men kept asking Bethany all sorts of questions and by the time it was time to leave Bethany was feeling so relaxed that her uncle had to remind her to get dressed. After her uncle gave her some money for the bus home she bent over and kissed his cheek then left, promising to return the next weekend. As soon as she was out of the door the slide shows started again and the 3 men started planning what they could get the girl to do and how many of their friends they could invite over. Meanwhile, on the way home Bethany was also planning, planning how she could spend the money that she’d earn. The following Saturday Bethany arrived at her uncle’s house early and was given her cleaning tasks. Shortly after she got started her uncle suggested that she take off her clothes so that they didn’t get dirty. Thinking that it was a sensible suggestion Bethany stripped naked and got back to her cleaning. After about an hour with her uncle closely watching what she was doing, the doorbell rang. Wanting to show that she was keen to help she asked if she should see who it was. A naked Bethany opened her uncle’s front door and was surprised to see lots of men there, most with bottles of beer in their hands. Bethany called her uncle who told her to let them in. She wasn’t at all embarrassed as the men walked passed her as she held the door open. Each one of them looked her up and down and said hello. Ten middle-aged men and one naked 13 year old girl all stood in the living room as Bethany’s uncle introduced each of the men to her. Of course, each of them wanted to give the naked girl a hug and most of them put their hands on her bubbly little butt and gave it a squeeze as they did so. All that different male contact with her naked flesh had an effect on Bethany that she couldn’t explain. That tingly feeling was stronger than ever. The first item on the agenda for the afternoon was the slide shows. Bethany’s uncle had bought a PC Projector and the 10 men’s eyes alternated between the large images of Bethany’s body on the wall and the real thing that was stood to one side watching the men watching her. All that time the tingling in Bethany’s groin was getting stronger and stronger and it felt like her inner thighs were getting wet. When the slide shows finished, Bethany’s uncle told her that they were going to repeat her posing session there and then so that the men could get their own photographs of her. Bethany’s first reaction was to be pleased that she could pose for more people; it could only help her modelling career. The second thought was that she didn’t have her shaving kit with her. When she told her uncle he smiled and went and got a whole new set that he had bought the previous day. With a smile on her face, Bethany climbed onto the dining table and got to work shaving all around her pussy. Camera flashes were in abundance as Bethany worked to get her skin lovely and smooth. As she worked she wondered if she really needed the shaving cream as her body seemed to be leaking quite a lot of liquid. Bethany went through her usual routine of poses, only quite a bit slower as the men kept telling her to stay still for just a minute more as they took more photos. All that male attention was pleasing Bethany in more ways than one and when she was laid on her back on the dining table with her legs wide open, the inevitable happened and Bethany had her first ever orgasm. Poor Bethany hadn’t a clue what was happening to her and she screamed as her body jerked all over the place. He uncle had to rush over to her to make sure that she didn’t fall off the table. As her body slowly got back to normal, Bethany looked at her uncle and asked him what had just happened, telling him that she’d never felt like that before. The bemused man couldn’t believe that the 13 year old hadn’t had an orgasm before and he had to explain it to her in front of all his friends. Bethany didn’t know whether or not to believe him, telling him that a girl had to be fucked for her to have an orgasm. One of the men then explained to her that that wasn’t true and that there were a few ways that can stimulate a girl to orgasm. That was a bit confusing for her and she decided that she’d have to think about that one later. Explanations over, Bethany apologised to the men for interrupting their photograph taking and said that she’d try not to let it happen again. Of course the men wanted it to happen again and most of them said words that made her feel okay and stopped her worrying if it were to happen again. Bethany thought that the posing session was over but the men wanted her to lift her legs up and spread them as wide as she could while she was still on her back on the table. Bethany couldn’t understand that because she didn’t do that for Lucas; but she did it anyway. It seemed to make the men happy. Session over, all the men hugged Bethany again as they said their good-byes. One of them said that he’d see her again next month, and later, when they were alone, Bethany asked her uncle what he’d meant. Her uncle explained that the men were willing to pay her if she’d repeat her posing routine each time that she visited him. When Bethany didn’t say anything, her uncle told her that she could go there once a month and that it would be a good experience that would help her modelling career. That, and the offer of some money, sold it to Bethany and she smiled and agreed. That weekend was the start of a career of posing for her uncle’s friends that lasted until after Bethany had got her first proper job. She had many orgasms just by being looked at whilst naked. Bethany’s uncle also showed her how to get an orgasm by using her fingers and then by letting the men use their mouths on her. She had been amazed, and on the way home on the bus she lifted her skirt and masturbated (as her uncle had called it) until she had another orgasm. She promised herself that she’d do that every day. The posing sessions got longer and longer and Bethany had more and more orgasms as each of the men wanted to give her an orgasm by using his mouth. Bethany really got to enjoy those sessions at her uncle’s house; even when the weather got warmer and they got her to pose in his back garden. Without realising it Bethany got herself the start of an all-over tan. What Bethany couldn’t understand was why her uncle had asked her not to tell her father and brothers about the modelling sessions and just tell them that she was visiting him to help with the housework. Not wanting to risk losing the money, Bethany agreed and keep her mouth shut. Back at home, posing nights changed a bit. Now that Bethany had started having orgasms at her uncle’s house she sort of expected to have them at home as well. She wasn’t disappointed and her brothers and Chad’s mates watched her cumming whilst she was on her back on the table. Lucas kept complaining because she wouldn’t keep still, and to take her hand away from her pussy. The times when she had orgasms spread to the nights when Chad’s mates asked her to get naked for them. It got to be quite common for them to fondle her chest and pussy and to make her cum with their mouths or for them to tell her to make herself cum. The one thing that Bethany always refused to do was to let any of them fuck her. She always said that she was saving that for when she got married. As well as having orgasms just by being watched or by being stimulated by any man who would do it, Bethany liked to practice using her fingers on her pussy as often as she could. Sat in front of the television, Bethany often had her hand on her pussy with her fingers idly playing with her clit as she slowly made herself cum. It didn’t matter who else was in the room; she did it in front of her brothers, father and anyone else who happened to be there. Sometimes when they were at the table eating Bethany’s father had to tell her to stop it and get on with eating. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Bethany decided that she should refrain while at school (well most of the time) but the bus to school and back wasn’t school so she sometimes had an audience on those journeys. I said ‘at school (well most of the time)’, because there is one teacher at school that she has a crush on that she liked to try to get to notice her by sitting at the front of the class with her legs open. Now that she’d stopped wearing knickers her pussy was on show if the teacher cared to look. She had one of those school skirts with pockets and the stitching on the right pocket had come undone and Bethany often put her hand though the pocket to play with her clit when in that class. Unfortunately; well maybe not, if that teacher ever noticed he never let on. Bethany got settled into quite a routine and things went on like that for a couple of years with Bethany always getting naked whenever anyone asked or told her to; even when her father was at home; and masturbating wherever and whenever she wanted. Her father just accepted that that was the way that she was and no one was getting harmed by it. Just like her visits to her uncle’s changed when the weather got better, so did her home life. All her brothers expected her to be naked at home all the time and Bethany was happy to please them and go along with it. She was happy that no one objected whenever she masturbated wherever and whenever at home. Trips out changed as well, with the money that she was getting from her uncle, Bethany bought herself some new clothes. The thing was, one time when she told her brothers that she was going clothes shopping, both Chad and Lucas insisted on going with her. When they came home that time Bethany had 5 new summer dresses; all of them very short, sleeveless, light and floaty with deep scoops at the front, back and arm pits. Bethany said that she felt like she had nothing on when she was wearing them. What’s more, they were so light that she often didn’t realise it if a breeze had blown the skirt parts up or that the top parts were hanging low when she bent over. Without realising it she was giving lots of people glimpses of parts of her body that society stupidly says should be covered up. Bethany’s brothers wanted to take her places all the time when she was wearing one of those dresses. Whenever they took her to fast food restaurants she usually complained that the plastic seats were cold on her bare backside. She also wondered why quite a few men stared at her as she leaned forwards to eat; not realising that they could see the sides of her breasts through the deep scoops of the dresses. The summer of her 14th year was one of the hottest on record and Chad and Lucas decided that they wanted to go swimming. Chad thought that it would be a good idea to take Bethany with them. When he told their father he was really happy that the older boys were looking after their little sister. Bethany said that her bikini no longer fitted her; she’d grown in more ways than one, especially her breasts. They were a ‘B’ cup by then and her hips had grown as well. Lucas volunteered to go into town with her to get a new bikini. One evening the next week Lucas asked Bethany to get all her bikinis, knickers and bras and try them on in front of him and Chad. Bethany happily did this and it was confirmed that she didn’t have anything suitable to wear so the following Saturday morning before Bethany went to her uncle’s the 3 siblings went into town. Bethany was confused when instead of going to a shop that sold swimwear Lucas led them to a lingerie shop. Lucas and Chad picked out 2 thongs and 2 bras; all were the same colour and quite see through. Bethany never said a word about them not being appropriate to wear in public. Both Lucas and Chad went to their uncle’s house with Bethany and they were slightly amused when Bethany got naked and posed for about a dozen men in their uncle’s back garden. They were even more intrigued when they started going down on her and making her cum 8 or 9 times. On the way home they quizzed Bethany about the events and she admitted that it had been going on for over a year. Her only concern was that she didn’t want their father to know. When asked why, she said that it was her uncle who had asked her not to tell him. The bothers promised to not tell their father. The next day the 3 of them went to the local swimming pool; Bethany being quite happy to wear one of her new thongs and bras. Both brothers told her that she looked amazing with her areolas, nipples and pussy clearly visible through the see through underwear. Bethany got plenty of stares but no one said anything until they’d been there about an hour. Then one of the lifeguards, a middle-aged woman, told her that her attire was inappropriate and that she had to leave. Bethany was in tears; she just couldn’t see what was wrong with the way she was dressed. Lucas and Chad left the pool with Bethany and they all went to the communal shower together. When they turned the showers on Lucas told Bethany that she should take her ‘bikini’ off to shower. She did, much to the delight of a couple of young men that were there. On the way home they decided to walk through one of the local parks. The day was still hot and the brothers decided that a bit of sun bathing was in order. Finding a grassy area near one of the paths they sat and talked about what had happened and about the previous day at their uncle’s place. The sun was hot and after a while Bethany said that she was hot even though she was only wearing one of her thin summer dresses. Chad suggested that she put her bikini back on, telling her that it would soon dry in the sun. When she realised that he was right she took her dress off and put the ‘bikini’ on, surprising a couple of girls that were walking passed. All 3 lay flat on their backs on the grass as they talked. The subject got round to football and Bethany got bored so she did what she often did when she was bored; she started playing with her pussy. When Lucas saw what she was doing he nudged Chad and they both got up and watched Bethany make herself cum. They weren’t the only ones watching; a middle-aged man walking along the path had seen what she was doing and stopped to watch. When Bethany stopped rubbing her pussy she just lay there; legs slightly apart and gave anyone who cared to look a great view of her bald pussy through the wet, see through thong. Watching her and the people passing by, both Lucas and Chad had an idea; 2 separate ideas. They quietly discussed them and decided to put Lucas’s idea into action. Lucas’s idea was to send Bethany to the ice cream van that was parked at the entrance to the park. Bethany’s only thought when Lucas told her to go was to ask if she could have a large ice cream with a chocolate flake. Lucas gave Bethany some money and they watched her bare butt as she walked away from them. While she was away, Lucas and Chad discussed Chad’s idea which was to come back to the park the next weekend with Bethany wearing just one of her short summer dresses. They talked about things that they could get her to do that would expose her body to strangers, and some of their friends. They didn’t get much talking done because the van wasn’t that far away and Bethany was back in minutes. As they ate their ice creams Bethany told them that the man in the van had told her that she was gorgeous and that he liked her swimsuit. Lucas told her that the man obviously agreed with them when they told her that she was going to make a great model. As the sun started to go down they decided that it was time to go home and Bethany just took the thong and bra off and put her dress back on. One week later, on the Sunday, the 3 of them met some of Lucas’s and Chad’s friends in the park. At first the boys just talked while Bethany sunbathed on her back on the grass. She soon got bored and her right hand drifted to her pussy. On her back wearing one of her summer dresses meant that the boys who were sat below her feet were already getting a great upskirt view of her bald pussy, but when she started rubbing her pussy, her legs instinctively opened giving an even better show. Bethany didn’t even think about what she was showing. Some of the boys ignored the conversation as they watched Bethany make her-self cum then relaxing with her hand back at her side and her legs still open. The view to anyone walking along the path was stunning. After a while one of the boys got a ball out of a backpack and some of them got up and started throwing it to one another. When Bethany saw them she asked if she could join in. Before long she’d taken her shoes off and was joining in the fun. It didn’t take long for the boys to form a big circle round her and for then to throw the ball over the top of her, goading her into jumping up to try to catch it. Each time that she jumped up her short dress would go up revealing her butt and pussy to everyone who was looking. The problem, or not, was that Bethany kept falling over when she failed to catch the ball and she would end up on her back on the grass. After the third time Chad told her that she was getting her dress dirty. Without even thinking, Bethany grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it up and over her head leaving her total naked. The game continued for quite a while before someone got bored and then went and sat down again; Bethany just lying on the grass, still totally naked. When one of them saw a policeman walking along the path towards them they all gathered round Bethany so that she wasn’t visible to the policeman who just sauntered by. Whilst they were so close to Bethany, a couple of the boys took the opportunity to grope her tits and pussy. Bethany just let it happen; in fact she actually enjoyed it and was disappointed when the boys spread out again. Part of Chad’s idea was get Bethany to buy some ice creams whilst totally naked and after a suitable time after the policeman had gone; Chad told everyone that they were all going to the ice cream van. He explained that Bethany was coming with them and that she wasn’t getting dressed again. They were all going to surround her so that no one would see her until they got to the van. All the boys agreed that it was a good idea. Bethany said nothing, she had no opinion about the idea; she’d just do as requested. And so they did it. As they got close to the van Chad gave Bethany some money and the circle parted leaving Bethany, stark naked, standing in front of the ice cream vendor. With a big grin on his face the man asked her what he could do her for. Whilst serving her he told her that her suit that day was even better than the one she wore the previous week. Bethany looked puzzled, not realising that her ‘suit’ was her birthday suit. After Bethany had got the ice creams for her brothers and her, each of the other boys passed her some money and got her to but one for them. When all had ice creams Bethany looked at hers. It had half melted and when she said that she was disappointed the ice cream vendor gave her a fresh one for free. Chad explained the next part of his idea which was for them to continue walking in a close circle round the naked Bethany and see how far towards their home they could get before Bethany had to get dressed. Bethany’s only comment was that it was about 4 miles to their home and that she couldn’t walk that far. Chad laughed and told her that they’d get the bus some of the way. Everything went well and no one seemed to notice the naked girl in the middle of the group of boys. They must have walked for over a mile along streets that were quite busy before Chad decided that it was time for Bethany to put her dress on. They moved into an alleyway and Chad gave Bethany her dress. Then they went to the nearest bus stop to ride the rest of the way home. Later that summer the family went on a camping holiday at the coast. The family’s tent has 2 compartments and before they’d left home there’d been ‘discussions’ as to who would use which compartment. In the end Bethany’s father said that to make things fair, he would be in one compartment and Bethany would be in the other. Chad and Lucas would swap compartments each day so that everything was equal. Everyone seemed to be happy, Bethany not being bothered that one of her brothers would be sleeping alongside her each night. It was a commercial site with something like 100 tents and the family pitched on a patch that had just been vacated and was surrounded by other tents. The facilities consisted of showers, toilets, a little kid’s play area and a café. Of course, Bethany was expected to help put the tent up and do probably more than her share of the other tasks involved with camping. As Bethany helped with the tent she was oblivious to the show that she was putting on for the increasing number of men that were watching her as she bent over and squatted as she put the pegs into the ground. Tent up, they all went for a short walk around the site and then down to the pub about half a mile away. Again, Bethany being oblivious to the display that she was putting on because she was only wearing one of her very short summer dresses which rode up when she sat down and the top fell forward whenever she leant forward; the deep scooped arm holes often giving voyeurs long glimpses of the sides of her tits right round to her nipples. Bethany went straight to bed when they got back to the tent and because it was still unusually hot, she lay naked on top of her sleeping bag reading a magazine by torch light. She was still like that when Lucas came to bed. He looked at his sister and thought that what was good for her was good for him; he too lying naked on top of his sleeping bag. It had been a while since Bethany had bathed with one of her brothers and she couldn’t help notice his soft cock resting on his stomach. Being a bit interested in what she could see she stopped reading and shone her torch on his cock. Lucas must have noticed and Bethany watched as it slowly got hard and lifted up in the air. “What!” Lucas whispered. “You’ve seen it before.” “Not like that I haven’t.” Bethany whispered back. Lucas just lay there but Bethany got curious. She reached over and took it in her hand. Her eyes opened wide when she realised how hard it was. Instinct took over and she started rubbing her hand up and down. As she did so she thought about her uncle and his friends and how they’d used their mouths on her pussy. She sat up, leaned over and took her brother’s cock in her mouth. Now Bethany had heard girls at school bragging about how many blow jobs they’d given but she was new to this. Bethany started blowing onto his cock. After a couple of seconds Lucas stopped her and asked her what she was doing. Then he told her that she should be sucking. This confused her but she did as her brother had told her and she discovered that she liked it. As first there wasn’t much taste but she soon discovered a slightly creamy, salty taste that was good. Lucas lifted her head up then pressed it down repeatedly until Bethany got the message and did it on her own. About 2 minutes later Bethany got a big, pleasant surprise as Lucas shot his load into her mouth. Even if she’d wanted to she couldn’t lift her head because Lucas was holding it in place and she happily swallowed his cum and kept sucking. Both stayed still and silent, except for Lucas jerking the last drops out of his cock. When he eventually released his grip on her head she sat up lookup at Lucas’s face. “My turn!” Lucas whispered and he got between her legs and started eating her. Bethany lay back and enjoyed what was happening to her, her brain still trying to properly make sense of her new experience. Bethany wasn’t too quiet when she orgasmed and she heard her father telling her to shut-up and go to sleep. They both climbed into their own sleeping bags and went to sleep. The next morning, after Bethany had got breakfast, her father announced that they were going for a walk along the coast that day. Now both her brothers liked the outdoor life, like her father, but the thought of walking for hours on end did not appeal to her so she asked if she could be excused and just stay on the camp site that day. Luckily, her request was granted. After cleaning and tidying everything, Bethany sat on the grass outside the tent wearing just her dress and watching the rest of her family get ready to leave for the day. As they left her father told her to be good and not leave the campsite. Bethany never understood when he told her to be good because he knew that she always did her best at everything that she did. As the sun got higher and the air got warmer Bethany decided to improve her sun tan; after all, all models had a good tan. She went and put on one of her see through thong ‘bikinis’, got a blanket out and lay on the grass between their tent and the little service road. As she lay there, her thoughts soon drifted back to the previous night and she got that tingly feeling again and felt her pussy get wet as she slowly opened her legs a bit. She was just thinking about rubbing her wet pussy when she heard a voice say “Hi there.” Opening her eyes she saw 2 boys about her age standing there looking down at her. Bethany said hello back and a typical teenage conversation started. Bethany was so relaxed and not at all concerned that she may as well have been naked in front of the 2 boys. They, of course, were staring at her pussy and tits all the time. Having discovered that Bethany was on her own, and would be for quite some time, the 2 boys invited her to ‘hang’ with them. Bethany quickly agreed and asked what they were going to do. Of course the boys hadn’t anything planned so one of them asked if they should go down to the beach. It was only half a field away and they all agreed. As Bethany got up one of the boys gasped as he saw that Bethany’s ‘bikini’ bottoms were a thong. They silently watched her as she put the blanket back in the tent and zipped it up. Off they walked, Bethany leading the way, even though she didn’t know the way. As they walked off the campsite, a man with a dog walked the other way. He really stared at her as they passed and as Bethany turned to talk to the 2 boys she saw that the man had stopped and was looking at her. She smiled to herself and thought that she must look good enough to be a model. They had to walk through the sand dunes to get to the beach and when they got to the water’s edge they turned and walked along the beach. Bethany was feeling good; not just because of her early thoughts about the previous night; nor just because of the look from the man with the dog; but also because she had just made 2 new friends. Maybe the week wasn’t going to be that bad after all. After a while Bethany took off her flip flops and walked into the water. It was cold but she didn’t care. She splashed about a bit and tried to talk the boys into joining her. They wouldn’t, saying that they didn’t have their swimming costumes with them. In the end Bethany gave up and walked out of the water. The boys just stared at her. Her ‘bikini’ had been very see through before but now that it was dripping wet she may as well not had had it on. This fact wasn’t lost on the boys and one of them told her what he was thinking. “I’ll take it off then.” Bethany said as she pulled on the strings and let it drop to the sand. “Oh dear,” Bethany said, “I’ve got sand all over it; I’ll have to rinse it out.” She walked into the water and bent forward to rinse her ‘bikini’. In doing so she gave the dumbstruck boys a great view of her pussy. Walking back out of the water with her ‘bikini’ screwed up in her hand; Bethany asked what they were going to do next. “Shall we go into the dunes?” One asked, then offered to carry Bethany’s ‘bikini’ in his shorts pocket. Bethany readily accepted his offer and 2 boys in short and T-shirts and one totally naked girl walked up the beach into the dunes. As they walked in amongst the dunes they talked; most of it being typical young teenage talk about themselves, what they’d done and what they were going to do. When she could get a word in, Bethany told the boys that she was going to be a model and that she’d already started. The trio stopped, Bethany sat on the side of a dune while the boys sat at the bottom, looking up between her legs; while she told them all about Lucas’ human anatomy project. Anxious to brag that she was already earning money by modelling she told them about her posing for her uncle and his friends. She got carried away with her tale and added that her uncle and his friends had taught her about orgasms and how to get them, She finished by saying, “And last night I discovered that men have orgasms too. I gave my brother one last night when I learnt how to give a blowjob. Do you want me to show you? I know that you’ll enjoy it; well my brother did.” The 2 boys were shocked. They knew that they’d struck gold when they met Bethany and she was walking about with them whilst totally naked; but neither of them couldn’t believe how lucky they thought they were about to be. And they were; Bethany stood up, walked down the dune and told one of the boys to drop his shorts. Thinking that it was probably because he was younger than her brother, Bethany didn’t say anything about the boy’s penis being smaller than her brother’s. Instead she got onto her knees and took it into her mouth. This time she sucked instead of blowing. The thought of it being a smaller penis disappeared as it got harder in her mouth and it didn’t take long for the young teen to cum. When she’d swallowed all of his cum Bethany stood up and asked if he’d enjoyed it. “Yeah, it was just like the last time.” The young teen said. To which the other teen accused him of lying, saying that he’d never done it before. Bethany wanted more and she turned to the other boy and unfastened his shorts. All went silent as Bethany gave another blowjob. Back on her feet Bethany said that her brother had said that it’s only fair that the man returns the favour and that they should give her a blowjob. One of the boys said that it wasn’t called a blowjob when a boy did it to a girl; it was called ‘eating her out’. That didn’t sound right to Bethany but she didn’t care what it was called; she wanted a mouth on her pussy. One of the boys obliged, putting his shorts on the sand under her butt so that he didn’t get a mouth full of sand. Before long Bethany was getting that wonderful feeling again; it building slowly until her pussy exploded and she screamed out. Enjoying it so much, Bethany insisted that the other boy ‘eat her out’ as well. When all three were satisfied the trio continued walking along the dunes; not quite as talkative. As they neared the campsite the boy with Bethany’s ‘bikini’ in his pocket gave it back to her and said that she should put it back on. Bethany didn’t agree or disagree; she just put it on without thinking. The 3 young teens parted, promising to meet again the following morning. Bethany got her towel out again and was sunbathing on her stomach when the rest of the family returned; her father telling her that it was an ‘interesting’ bikini that she was wearing. That first night, then the first full day after set the pattern for the rest of the week with the 3 young teenagers going down to the beach then into the Dunes. Bethany always started off in her ‘bikini’ but it wasn’t long before one of the boys would ask her to take it off and she’d be naked until they got back to the campsite. One day she got right back to the tent before the boys gave her the ‘bikini’ back. Each day, in the dunes, Bethany would give each of the boys a blowjob then they’d go down on her. The 2 young teen boys gained some confidence and tried to talk Bethany into letting them fuck her, but she was insistent that she was saving that for her future husband. Back from their holiday Bethany couldn’t wait to visit her uncle again and when she posed for him and his friends, and they went down on her, she insisted that she give them a blowjob. Her pay that day, and all subsequent days, was more than she’d ever expected. Until she was 16 Bethany earned quite a bit of money and must have had well over a thousand orgasms either at her uncle’s house or at home; and that’s not including the ones that she had in public. The slide shows got longer and longer as more photographs were added and Bethany still believed that she was going to be a model. At 16 Bethany left school, unable to get grades good enough to even get into college. When she told her uncle that she was leaving school and was looking for a job, one of his friends, who she had just given a blowjob to, told her that he could give her a job. He runs his own car parts business and he thought that she’d be good for business; especially if he could get her to take her clothes off behind the counter. Not that he told her that. When she told him that she really wanted to be a model he told her that working in his shop would put her on display for any agents that came in. Bethany seemed happy with that and accepted the job.

Bright Sparks Children’s Home by Vanessa Evans Part 06 – The camping holiday continues. It came time for the kids to go to bed on the first night of their camping holiday and Dennis sent the kids to the toilet block to do whatever. He told the girls to put some clothes on first and he saw that Lucy and Jennifer interpreted that to mean their bikinis, the ones that band aids covered more. Thankfully, they all returned without incident, although both Jane and Ruth came back naked and carrying their skirts and tops. Thankfully, they told Dennis that only a couple of boys from the other group camping in the same field had seen them, and they had been playing ‘skins vs shirts’ football with them earlier. The naked girls being the ‘skins’. Dennis went to both kids tents in turn, making sure that everyone was settled, in their sleeping bags and on the foam mats before he told Mandy to wrap a towel round herself and they went to the toilet block. It was relatively late and no one was around when they got there so Dennis told Mandy to use the men’s facilities at the same time as him. Dennis had told Mandy to take the towel off as they had walked in, hoping that one or more men would be inside and see her naked, but his luck wasn’t in, but as they were both cleaning their teeth a man did walk in and have a piss in one of the urinals. Mandy had turned to watch him but she didn’t manage to see his cock although he got a full frontal look at her when he zipped-up and turned around. “I didn’t get to see his cock.” Mandy said as they went into one of the showers together, Dennis lifting Mandy up and lowering her onto his cock before lifting her up and down until they both orgasmed. After they’d both got dried Dennis told Mandy to carry her towel for the walk back to their tent, hoping that someone would see her, but luck wasn’t with him again. Back at the tents, Dennis stood outside the kids tents listening to see if everything appeared to be okay. He heard a few little noises that could have been girls getting fucked, but they could also have been any number of other things as well, so he went to his tent, striped and climbed into the 2 single sleeping bags that he’s got Mandy to zip into one double one. Mandy was still aroused and she soon got Dennis into a state where they could fuck again. They did it again the next morning. Mandy was still asleep when Dennis woke. Everything was quiet so he gently eased Mandy onto her side with her back to him then he gently spooned her and eased his throbbing cock into her vagina with her still asleep. His first, hard, deep thrust into her woke her. Her first words being, “Keep doing that please Dennis.” He did, over and over. Meanwhile the noises of pleasure that Mandy was making attracted the attention of the kids and most of them came out of their tents and stood around Dennis’ and Mandy’s tent. As Mandy started almost shouting, “I’m cumming,” the kids started applauding. Neither Dennis nor Mandy heard the applause until they were both coming down from their high and Dennis said, “Oh shit,” then he shouted, “Okay kids, who’s supposed to be getting breakfast ready?” He heard a couple of groans then the other kids went quiet. When he and Mandy emerged from their tent, Dennis dressed and Mandy still naked, he found that most of the kids had gone back to bed but he could hear a few in the marque. Out of those kids who had gone back to bed he saw Jennifer bouncing up and down on William and Ruth with he knees up by her head with Tony fucking her. He closed the tent flap and went to the marque. That first day and night set the pattern for the rest of the holiday, fortunately (probably), no other groups came to camp in the field so it was only the Bright Sparks crew and the group from the school in London, and they were only there for the first week. After all the kids apathy about going out and visiting places, and the fact that they seemed quite happy on the site, and the beach, Dennis had decided that they would spend alternate days at the site and going out somewhere, unless it was raining, then they would go somewhere. ****** The main highlights of the rest of the holiday were: - The Medical Examinations with no Doctor present. On the first Thursday evenings, whilst they were eating, Jennifer asked if the doctor and his assistant would be visiting them. A couple of the boys told her not to be so stupid, but she went on to say, “Well if they aren’t coming, can we invite the boys from London to come and pretend to be the doctors?” There was a couple of seconds silence as everyone’s imagination was exploring the possibilities then Dennis replied, “I suppose that that would be okay but you would have to be supervised.” “You watch when the doctor brings us off Dennis so what’s the difference?” Jane asked. “A doctor is a trusted professional whereas those kids from London are not.” Dennis replied, “for all I know they might want to start performing surgery on you, you know what London is like with knives.” “Yes but I’m sure that those kids are not like that,” Jane argued, “they all seem like nice kids.” “True, and their teacher seems like a nice guy too.” Dennis replied, “okay, but I will be here all the time and I’ll invite the teacher as well.” “Do us boys have to get examined as well?” William asked, “I don’t want some strange man looking at my cock, he might be gay.” After a couple of giggles from the girls had died down, Tommy said that he didn’t want to be examined as well. “Hey guys,” Dennis said, “no one is making any of you do anything that you don’t want to do. If you don’t want to be examined then okay, but I’m guessing that you will still want to help examine the girls?” William got a smile on his face and Jennifer said, “Yeah, everyone could examine each of us at the same time, all those hands, what do you say girls?” Six other girls, including Mandy, all agreed and Dennis agreed to go and invite the London gang over. When the designated kids were clearing up Dennis took the still naked Mandy across the field to see the London gang. “Do you mind if I get examined by all these strangers Dennis, it sounds like fun?” Mandy asked as they walked across the field.. “Hell no, if you hadn’t volunteered on your own I would have volunteered you. I like watching other men make you cum. That’s why you don’t get much sleep on a Thursday night, watching you makes me so horny. “Hey John, visitors.” Dennis and Mandy heard as they approached the other group of tents. “Hi Dennis,” John said as he emerged from one of the tents.” “John, this is Mandy, she’s my assistant and my girlfriend.” Mandy did a little curtsey as John replied, “You were the one getting water weren’t you Mandy. Nice. You really are a lucky bastard Dennis.” John replied as his eyes went up and down Mandy’s naked body multiple times. “I know, but I’ve had to work hard to get things the way they are. Anyway, our girls would like to invite all of you to partake in a re-enactment of what happens every Thursday evening back where we live. A doctor comes and examines everyone. It’s a social services requirement to get the kids checked-out on a regular basis.” “Are you inviting us to examine your girls Dennis, your naked girls?” “It wasn’t my invite, it came from the girls themselves, I’m just the messenger.” “And do social services require the assistant manager to get examined as well?” John asked with his eyes locked onto Mandy’s slit. Mandy had noticed where he was looking and instinctively spread her feet a little so that John would be able to see her wet clit poking out between her lips. “It is.” Mandy replied as she felt her nipples and clit tingle. “Good,” Dennis said, “all settled, shall we say in 30 minutes. That should give our lot time to finish clearing up after our meal, and let the anticipation build.” John smiled, thanked Dennis, then turned to go and tell his kids. As Dennis and Mandy started to walk back they could hear John start to tell his kids, and the cheering from the boys. “You didn’t mind me saying that did you Dennis?” Mandy asked. Dennis put his arm round Mandy’s waist and replied, “I’m glad that you did Mandy, it tells me that you want the same things that I want.” Back in the marque, Dennis told everyone that they had 30 minutes to get ready and all of a sudden everyone was rushing about. “Can we put a table outside so that the light’s better?” Ruth asked. “You really are fitting in well at Bright Sparks.” Dennis replied, “of course you can Ruth, take one of the sturdiest ones.” Within seconds Ruth and William were folding then carrying one of the tables out into the open. Fortunately, the sturdiest table that they had with them were also the ones with a laminate top so there was no chance of one of the girls getting a splinter in her butt. As Dennis saw the London group start heading their way he went and got a couple of chairs and a couple of beers and put the chairs not far from where he expected the girls feet to be. The London Group consisted of John, 3 girls and 3 boys, all the kids looking to be about 16 or 17. Dennis handed John a beer, offered him a seat then turned to his girls, all of whom had come out ready and eager to get started. “So girls, have you decided who is going to be examined first?” They looked at each other in silence for a couple of seconds then Ann said, “Cards.” and ran off. Seconds later Ann was back and she handed a pack of playing cards to Dennis saying. “We all pick a card, highest goes first, lowest last. If 2 of us draw the same then just us 2 pick again.” Everyone seemed happy with that and Dennis shuffled then fanned the cards. As each naked girl picked a card Dennis saw Mandy step back guessing that she wanted to go last like she usually does. Everyone turned their cards over and a beaming Angela stepped forward and jumped up onto the table, automatically spreading her legs wide open. Dennis heard John say, “Nice.” and one of his boys groan. “What about those stirrup things?” Angela asked, I can’t hold my feet up for that long. “Thought of that,” Jennifer replied then turned to Dennis and John and continued, “I was wondering if 2 of our guests would like stand at the end of the table and hold the patient’s feet up, or maybe rest them on their shoulders?” Dennis was looking at John, as were his kids. Dennis saw John nod to his kids and 2 of the boys quickly stepped forward, grabbed hold of Angela’s ankles and held them up and so wide apart that her legs were almost at right angles to her body. Everyone could now see that Angela’s pussy was very wet and swollen in anticipation. “Right,” Jennifer said, “we’ll use the cards again to see which very lucky boy is going to examine Angela’s cute little body.” Dennis shuffled and fanned the cards but this time Jennifer took all the cards off Dennis and gave them to Mandy saying, “Mandy, offer a card to everyone here, including all of our guests.“ Mandy looked at Jennifer, then smiled, then did as she had been asked to. Everyone took a card, the 3 London girls being a little hesitant, probably never having being offered the chance to examine a naked girl before, and not having being offered that chance by a different naked girl. I suppose that it was a good thing that Mike was the lucky person because he certainly wouldn’t hold back when he was examining Angela, and he wouldn’t hold back when it was time to rub her clit and make her cum. Mike’s actions would set the benchmark for all the other examinations. And Mike was eager to get started but he was thinking ahead. “What can I use instead of one of those speculum things?” He asked. “Shit.” Jennifer said running off. “You get started Mike, I’ll find something.” Mike was already stood next to Angela and his hands went to her tits. There was deadly silence as everyone watched to see what Mike was going to do to Angela, and how she would respond. Her first response being, “Hmm, that’s nice.” There was no pretence of looking for lumps, just gentle mauling of her tits and squeezing, twisting and pulling of her nipples. Everyone could see Angela’s chest rising and dropping as her arousal increased. Finally, Mike’s hands left her tits and slowly slid down her body to her stomach. As he was caressing her stomach and pubes, Mike said, “Can you lower her legs a little please guys, but keep them spread as wide as they will go.” They did, just about everyone realising that Mike was being considerate to the audience so that they would be able to see more of what he was about to do to Angela. He gently caressed all around her pussy, occasionally, lightly touching her lips or her little clit. Each time that he did, the silent audience hearing a little moan from her. The silence was broken when Jennifer came running back. Onto the table between Angela’s spread legs she plonked a rounders bat, and the kitchen scissor tongs, the type that have 2 metal, wire rings at the end. “The bat to open her up and the tongs to keep her open while everyone has a look inside her.” Jennifer proudly announced. Dennis smiled and had 2 thoughts, firstly, had Jennifer picked those because that was what she wanted inside her, and secondly, he was looking forward to seeing those inside Mandy. Dennis looked around at the girls there, most were smiling and the others were looking a little shocked. Mandy had a big grin on her face. Meanwhile, Angela had been too caught up in the pleasure that Mike was giving her and would have been happy with almost anything being pushed inside her. When Mike finally ran a finger round her clit she let out a loud moan and said, “I’m cuummmiiinnnggg.” But that didn’t stop Mike, he continued running her clit with one hand and used his other hand to finger fuck her for a few seconds before picking up the rounders bat and easing in into her vagina. Angela’s orgasm had started to recede but the bat took her back up there again, this time, her spasms causing the 2 London guys who were holding her legs to have to tighten their grip to keep her from jerking about too much. After easily sliding the bat in and out of her a few times Mike quickly pulled it out and picked up the tongs. Her vagina wasn’t completely closed when the tongs easily slid inside her. Once the rings of the tongs were inside her, Mike opened up the handles and she gasped and moaned even more. With Angela still in mid, second orgasm, Mike asked who wanted to have a look inside her. Unsurprisingly, all the boys hands went up then Jennifer told everyone to form a queue. As they were doing that, both the 2 London guys who were holding her legs, bent over and had a look inside Angela’s vagina as Mike kept it wide open. As all the boys took their turns Mike was sure that the resistance on the tongs from Angela’s vagina was reducing and the gap was getting wider and wider. The queue was just about ending when the 3 London girls joined it, Dennis smiling and wondering just how far they were willing to go. The queue ended and Jennifer invited everyone to caress Angela’s body and within seconds Dennis and John could no longer see any of Angela. But they could hear her as they all brought her to another orgasm before they all stepped back leaving Angela to start to recover. Even the 3 London boys stepped back but Angela’s legs only closed a little at first. It was only a couple of minutes before Angela put her hand to her pussy and pulled out the tongs then sat up and looked at them and the bat. She laughed a little and Dennis was sure that he heard her say, “I must remember those.” Jennifer was really in organising mode and soon Lucy was on the table with a boy’s hands working on her chest. Mike’s efforts on Angela were copied by all the boys, even the London ones who were enjoying it as much as everyone else and soon all the Bright Sparks girls under 18 had had a really enjoyable time. Jennifer had been fifth and had had time to recover before Ann was in recovery mode and getting off the table. Jennifer turned to the London girls and said, “Come on girls, your turn, get naked and one of you get on that table.” There was deadly silence for at least 10 seconds as the 3 London girls just stood there not knowing what to do. Finally, one of then started pulling up her top, then another, then the third. By then, all the boys were cheering them along. Soon, the faces of the 3 looked at each other then one stepped forward. As she climbed onto the table Dennis was pleased to see that all 3 had bald pubes. As the girl spread her legs, 2 of the London guys stepped forward to assume the leg holding duties but Jennifer told them to stop then turned to Mike and David and asked them to hold her legs as wide as they could get them. They didn’t need to be asked twice, then Jennifer turned to the third London guys and asked him to step forward. He did and Jennifer said, “You’ve seen what the Bright Sparks boys did to the Bright Sparks girls, now you do it to your friend.” The boy slowly emulated what he had seen the Bright Sparks boys do and it wasn’t long before the girl responded in the same way as the Bright Sparks girls had. It also wasn’t long before that girl was getting the bat then the tongs eased inside her vagina and she was responding by cumming. By then the other 2 London girls had obviously wanted their turn because they both stepped forward when Jennifer asked for the next girl. One of them stepped back and the ‘winner’ climbed on the table. Then Jennifer told one of the boys who had been holding his friends legs open to swap places with the boy who had just made said friend cum. He did and the second round commenced with the same end results. And so it was with the third London girl, all of them looking tired and happy at the end of it. Most of the kids thought that the show was over until Jennifer announced that the star of previous examinations was about to perform again. She turned to Mandy and asked her to step forward. Mandy had been standing behind Dennis all throughout the show so far, she’d been jealous of course, but hadn’t assumed anything, so when Jennifer called her to the front her heart rate increased, her nipples and her pussy throbbed, and her pussy started producing copious amounts of juices. As Mandy climbed onto the table Jennifer then surprised everyone by asking John and Dennis to come forward and examine Mandy. Of course both were reluctant, both saying that it wasn’t right, but Jennifer reminded them that Mandy was 18 and no longer Dennis’ responsibility as a child, she could do whatever she wanted, and when Jennifer turned to Mandy and asked id she wanted both Dennis and John to examine her she politely replied, “Yes please.” “But she’s your girlfriend.” John said. “And she’s just asked you to examine her,” Dennis replied, “and I certainly have no objections.” Well John wasn’t going to object anymore and he went round to the other side of the table. When he looked down Dennis was already caressing one of Mandy’s tits so he started on the other one. Needless to say that Mandy was loving it and her vocal responses let everyone know that she was. Within a minute her first orgasm hit her and out of his peripheral vision he could swear that he saw a couple of drops of creamy white liquid shoot out of her pussy. When Dennis, quickly followed by John, slid their hands down Mandy’s body they had a little problem getting to her stomach because she was holding her ankles, way passed the 90 degree angle. Deciding to approach from a different angle they both stepped around her legs and were presented with the beautiful sight of her very wet pussy, larger that usual clit, and her puckered butt hole. “Wow!”John said, “that’s so amazing.” They each started caressing her inner thighs, sometimes just lightly touching parts of her pussy causing her to moan. On about the fifth touch they saw her vagina entrance clench tightly shut then open again and 2 more squirts of white creamy liquid shot out at the same time as another orgasm hit her. Both men watched Mandy as her whole body had a series of spasms and her pussy clenched then relaxed. Dennis touched her clit and Mandy went back up there again. Dennis pulled his hand away and motioned for John to take over tormenting the poor girl, which he happily did. “The bat, use the bat.” Someone shouted. Dennis picked it up and slowly inserted it in his girlfriend’s vagina. Everyone watched as the bat almost got pulled out of Dennis’ hand as her vagina muscles pulled it in, in short jerking movements. Dennis watched this for a few seconds then turned to the group from London and said, “Play with her tits.” Dennis was a little surprised when one of the boys and one of the girls stepped froward and reached to Mandy’s tits. When there was a lull in Mandy’s orgasms Dennis pulled the bat out and eased the tongs into her then opened them wide. As he did so he was watching her face and her eyes opened a bit wider and her smile widened. Then Dennis was surprised as someone put a torch near Mandy’s pussy. It was one of the new LED ones that supposedly can light something up half a mile away. “Shine the light up her.” Someone said. Well Dennis had never looked deep into Mandy’s vagina so with one hand still holding the tongs wide open, he squat down, shone the light inside and looked. He could see her cervix, gallons of her juices and the walls of her vagina pulsing, probably in-time with her fast beating heart. “Can I have a look?” Dennis heard. He thought for a second the stood up and said, “Form a queue folks.” They did, and one after another, girls as well, they each looked deep into Mandy’s vagina whilst Dennis held it wide open, Dennis swearing that the diameter was slowly increasing as the time went on. Some of the young people were lucky and got to see Mandy orgasming as every time she appeared to start relaxing, up she’d go again. Dennis guessed that it was all the people looking inside her that set her off again. When all the teenagers had looked inside Mandy, Dennis turned to John and invited him to have a look, which he did, saying, “Always wondered what the inside of a vagina looked like.” “So did I, especially when the girl is cumming.” Dennis replied, just as Mandy had yet another orgasm. Dennis looked at her face and it was obvious that the poor girl was knackered. “That girl of yours really is multi-orgasmic Dennis you’ve got a real winner there mate.” John said “Yes I know, but I think that that was a record for her, did you count them?” “I was way too busy watching her body jerking about mate.” “Me too, I love to watch her cumming.” They, along with everyone else watched as Mandy reached yet another peak then slowly returned to normal. This time though, Dennis stopped pressing the tongs handles apart and her vaginal muscles slowly closed the tongs. Dennis looked up to Mandy’s face again, and saw mixed signs, yes she was knackered, but Dennis also saw signs of her wanting more. He smiled at her thinking that he’d have to think of more ways to pleasure her body to its limits. “Well Dennis,” John said, “thank you for a VERY entertaining evening. I don’t think that there’s anyone here who can say that they didn’t enjoy it, although I think that most of the boys will be suffering from a case of Blue Balls, but I’m sure that that will be taken care of soon. We’ll leave you now because I suspect that most of the kids have plans to keep the entertainment going for a while.” “No problem John, if the girls want to play doctors again before you leave I’ll send Mandy over with another invite.” John and his London gang left, Dennis watching them walk across the field for a few second. The thing that amused him was that 3 girls were still naked and carrying their clothes. He smiled as he thought about what they would probably get up to when they got to their tents. Then he turned back to Mandy, she was still flat on her back on the table and still holding her legs wider than the splits. Still amazed how girls can do that, but really thankful that they can, he went and stood beside her and looked down at her. “Are you okay Mandy?” He asked. “Hell yes, what is everyone going to do to me next?” “Put you to bed girl, you look knackered.” “I am but I can still take some more.” “Maybe after I’ve got this lot to bed.” Dennis turned and saw Tony and William standing talking. “Guys, can you do me a favour please?” They came over to him, looking at Mandy’s still spread pussy. “Will you carry Mandy to her tent and put her down on the sleeping bag please?” “Sure.” they both replied and looked at her trying to work out the best way to carry her. Dennis watched at they tried a couple of ways then settled for William between her legs holding her behind her knees and Tony holding her top with her back to him and his hands round her chest. Inevitably, he found that the best way to hold her was by putting his hands on her tits. “Sorry Dennis,” Tony said, “but this is the easiest way to hold her.” “That’s okay Tony, I don’t suppose that she’ll complain.” Dennis went to check the other kids and wasn’t at all surprised to see that they’d split into girl and boy couples and were all over each other. “Shower and teeth when you can guys.” He announced in front of each tent. He then checked the marque then went to his own tent where he found Mandy fast asleep with her right hand cupping her pussy. He unzipped and eased the top half of the sleeping bag off her, stripped and lay beside her, then zipped them in for the night. Dennis woke the next morning to find Mandy riding his morning woody. ****** Group Masturbation on the Beach On one of the many days that they all spent on the beach, Dennis watched the kids, and Mandy, frolicking in the sea with a ball or just splashing each other. This particular day, they had gone to the far end of the beach. All the girls had gone to the beach naked (as they did every time they went) and Dennis had assumed that they just wanted to show-off their cute bodies to the people that they passed on the way. Dennis had, as usual, sat on the beach about 15 metres from the water and just watched them messing about. He was responsible for them so he just watched them. Anyway, after about 30 minutes, the girls all gathered together and chatted for a minute or so, then came out of the water. With Mandy smiling at Dennis, the girls sat on the sand between Dennis and the water, in a row, facing the boys who were still messing about in the water. Then they all did something that caught Dennis by surprise, they all spread their legs and leant back on one elbow. Their free hands then went to their pussies and all 7 (including Mandy) of them started rubbing their pussies. Of course this got all the boys attention quite quickly and Dennis quickly looked around to see if anyone else was looking. Fortunately, with them being at one end of the beach there was no one else quite close at that moment. Dennis watched as the boys got out of the water and stood in front of the girls, staring down at what the girls were doing to themselves. It was Mandy who orgasmed first, quite loudly, then one by one, in random order, all the girls started to cum. The thing was, they kept going, it wasn’t a 30 second dash, it was more like a marathon, the girls were targeting more orgasms, but none of them achieved as many as Mandy. Inevitably, people were walking along the water’s edge to the end of the beach and back. Fortunately, it was men and not women that were getting some exercise and the men responded to the wonderful sight in one of two ways, either they pretended not to notice, or they stared at the girls. Either way, Dennis was relieved that they didn’t kick up a stink. After an unknown number of orgasms the girls finally stopped and got to their feet, Lucy asking the boys if they’d enjoyed the show. “Stupid question girl.” David replied. “Can I fuck you now?” “If you can catch me.” Lucy shouted as she started running into the water. Dennis never saw them fucking in the water, it was probably too cold for David to get it up, The girls put on the same show 3 more times before they went home, once more on the beach and twice back at the campsite. ****** Grocery Shopping Feeding 14 people each day takes a lot of food and every other day Dennis had to go to a supermarket to get the food. Each time that he went he took one of the girls and one of the boys. It was on Mandy’s roster so they all knew when it was their turn. It was like the girls had got together and decided what they were going to do when it was their turn to go shopping because they all did the same things. Each time that the girl got into the minibus they got into the front and Dennis had to tell them to climb over to the back. He would have loved for them to ride in the front but there was too much risk involved. The girls got into the minibus wearing just their flip-flops and carrying a dress or a skirt and top which they would put on when they arrived at the supermarket car park. Anyway, with the girl having got dressed the 3 of them grabbed a couple of trolleys and in they went. It was a good job that Dennis and Mandy had planned the menu for the whole of the holiday, and worked out each supermarket runs shopping list because, as he had expected, the girl of the day was quick to volunteer to get the products both on the bottom and the top shelves thus exposing either their butts and pussies, or their tits if they had remembered to wear a loose top. None of the girls seemed to care when they did this so it was down to Dennis to tell them what to get and when. The last thing that he wanted was to get thrown out and have to go and find another supermarket. The checkouts was another problem area if it was a male operator. For some reason the girls never tried to bend over to put things in the bags in the trolleys if it was a girl operator. Pushing the trolleys out to the minibus was also a challenge as the girls always wanted to bend over the back of the trolleys as they pushed it. As Dennis followed them he saw quite a few people get a shock when they saw a butt and pussy, and he also saw 2 very near accidents as the drives stared at the girl’s butt. Dennis was always nervous and happy, and slightly relieved when the 3 of them were back in the minibus. ****** The Trampoline Park This was one activity that the kids had picked and Dennis was happy to go along with. Before they set off to go there, Dennis suggested that the girls wear their PE skirts, telling them that they didn’t want their leg movements restricted. Most of the girls, probably all actually, realised that in a skirt like that they would be exposing themselves quite a lot and they happily complied with the suggestion. Some of them also wearing a loose fitting top with the skirt. Dennis went up to the viewing area to watch and it wasn’t long before he started seeing skirts not coming back down as quick as the bodies they were supposed to cover. Dennis wasn’t sure if the girls realised that they were flashing or just enjoying it. The skirts are so light that they have told Dennis that they often feel like they are bottomless. The other thing was that the flashes happened so quick that unless you were actually looking you’d probably miss it. Ruth, Jennifer and Mandy soon gained some confidence and started bringing their legs up to the sitting position, but wide apart, each time that they were in the air, and Dennis really appreciated the sight, especially from Mandy. The girls who were wearing loose fitting tops also flashed their tits when they bounced right up. Again, Dennis wasn’t sure if they realised or not, or, more likely, they didn’t care. What he did know was that a man was stood not far from him, and he too was watching what was going on. Dennis assumed that he had a kid bouncing up and down somewhere but it was the girls that he was watching. At one point the man turned to Dennis and said, “Have you seen those girls? You’d think that someone would tell them and would have made sure that they were wearing trousers, or at least knickers, to come to a place like this.” Dennis just smiled. There were other areas where it wasn’t just going up and down, one being where you had to jump high on a trampoline and when you were high enough you were supposed to turn and throw your back against the wall. You had a sort of jacket to wear and both the back of the jacket and the wall were covered in velcro or something, and when you landed against the wall, if you got it right, you’d stick to the wall and be left hanging there until your weight slowly pulled you down or someone came and pulled you down. When Mandy and Jane got there they saw a young man turning upside down whilst in the air as well, and sticking to the wall upside down. Mandy said, “I bet that I can do that,” and walked over to the young man who was supervising things. “Are you sure that you want to have a go, you’re wearing a skirt?” “Yes, why not?” “I was just thinking, oh never mind, here, put this on and fasten it tight.” Mandy did, and they waited until the first young man had finished before Mandy climbed on and started bouncing up and down, each time that she came down her skirt bellowed out and went above her waist. She went higher and higher until the supervisor told her to turn and go against the wall. She tried and failed miserably. “I can do it, just need a bit of practice.” Mandy said as she got back to her feet and started bouncing again. The next time she turned both ways but didn’t make it to the wall. After picking herself up again she said, “This time.” And she did, not quite in the perfect position but she was upside down with her back stuck to the ball. Instinctively, she spread her legs to get better balance. She was only up there a few seconds but that was long enough to see the supervisor looking at her bare pussy. She was giggling as she crashed back down to the trampoline. “It’s going to be perfect this time.” Mandy said as she got to her feet and started over. And it was – nearly. She was hanging upside down, legs spread, skirt round her waist and both the supervisor and Jane looking at her, and the young man who’d been there earlier. He’d come back to talk to the supervisor and maybe watch Mandy as well. Now Mandy is quite light and she was stuck quite well against the wall. After about a minute or so her giggling stopped and she started to wriggle. This had no effect and a few seconds later she asked for some help. The 2 young men climbed up, their heads being really close to her bare, spread pussy. They reached for her legs and bend them down, giving the 2 young men a really close-up view of her butt and pussy. The 2 young men held a leg each and held on to the jacket thing as they pulled her legs backwards. Slowly, Mandy peeled off the wall and the young men managed to hold the jacket up as her legs dropped to the trampoline. “That was fun, thank you guys.” Mandy said as she climbed to the floor. “Are you going to have a go Jane?” “Sure, why not?” She did, she tried turning 3 times, each time ending up in a heap on the trampoline but also giving the 2 young men a great view of her pussy and butt, before admitting defeat and climbing off. By then, some of the other Bright Sparks kids had gone over to watch. Dennis was also watching and he was proud of Mandy but still not knowing if she was flashing on purpose or just not realising. Whatever the reason, Dennis was proud of her. Two of the Bright Sparks boys had a go, one successfully, but the others, boys and girls didn’t. In the minibus on the way back to the campsite Dennis over-heard Ruth telling Mandy that she really wanted to have a go, she wanted to be hanging upside down and have to be rescued by the 2 young men, but she was too scared. ****** Ten Pin Bowling This was a laugh for all concerned. Dennis got 4 lanes all together. As he was the only one who had bowled before and had to show them all how to bowl, and of course he told them that they had to bend right over before they let go of the ball. Every time one of the girls bowled her dress or skirt rode up and she gave everyone behind her a great view of her bare butt. It wasn’t long before a few men realised what was on display and they had a small audience by the time the game was finally over. ****** Horse Riding Dennis had phoned and booked the place before they left for the holiday and it turned out that the place had to borrow a couple of horses to cope with the 14 of them. As the girls don’t have shorts or trousers they had to go wearing miniskirts or dresses and when the old man came out to meet them he looked a little shocked. “Have those girls got any trousers to change into?” he asked. “No, they don’t own any,” Dennis replied. “They’ll be okay, none of them has ridden before so they won’t be going very fast.” “Are you sure, they’ll have to get on and off the horses as well and I’ve only got stable boys working today, the girls only work weekends.” “That’s okay, none of the girls worry about things like that.” Dennis replied, assuming that the man meant the stable boys looking up the skirts as they helped them get on and off. “Watch where you’re walking.” Dennis told them as the man led them round to the sables. “Why?” Lucy asked. “Horse shit.” Willian replied. In the yard where all the stables were, they saw 10 horses with saddles already on them and 2 young men leading another 2 horses out of some stables. “Ah, you must be the party of 14.” One of the young men said. “Yes we are.” Dennis replied. “Are those girls intending to ride dressed like that?” “Yes, why?” “I just wondered.” Dennis knew what was going through the young man’s brain and he smiled. “Won’t everyone need a hard hat?” Dennis asked. “Yes, I guess that we’re running a little late, not quite ready for you. The kids can go and say hello to the horses if they like, they won’t bite them.” “They are all docile horses aren’t they? None of us has ridden a horse before.” “Yes, don’t worry, none of them will go any faster than walking pace.” Dennis told the kids to go and say hello to the horses whilst he and Mandy just stood and watched. As the 2 stable hands got the last 4 horses saddled, Dennis put his arm round Mandy’s waist then let it slide down to the top of her thighs, then back up under her PE skirt. He was fondling her bare butt and pussy all the time until the stable hands told him that they were ready to sort out the hard hats. Dennis called everyone over then they followed the stable hands into one stable that had been converted into a store room. The kids were asking all sorts of silly questions as they were fitted with hats, but Dennis heard one question that Jennifer asked, “Can we ride naked, like that Lady Godiva woman did?” The room went silent as everyone waited for a reply. “Well, err, I guess that you could, what do you think Andy (the other stable hand)?” “Wow, never been asked that before. We’re not going on any public roads, just paths and I’ve only ever seen a few people on them, so I suppose that it will be okay.” “Shouldn’t we check with the boss?” “Not worth it, he says yes to just about anything that we ask him Philip (the first stable hand) replied, then he turned back to Jennifer and answered her question, “If that’s what you want to do then yes you can, young Lady Godiva.” Within seconds 7 girls were naked and Philip and Andy just stared open mouthed. “Wow,” Philip finally said, “6, no 7 Lady Godivas.” “Can we leave our clothes here please?” Jennifer asked. “Sure, why not.” Andy said, “all of a sudden I’m pleased that I agreed to work today.” All fitted with hats, the group went out to the horses. While Andy gave everyone a quick lesson in how to get a horse to do what you want it to do, Philip went and got 2 more, bigger horses for him and Andy. “Right everyone,” Andy said, “time to get mounted. Phil and I can either give you a leg over, sorry, up, or you can use the mounting stool over there. Remember, always get on a horse from its left side.” “Why?” Dave asked. “It goes back to when horses were used in wars and the riders had big swords. Because of how the riders wore the swords they could only mount from the left so it got to be a tradition and horses now expect to be mounted from the left side.” Andy answered. “You can mound me from any side.” Mandy whispered to Dennis. Everyone wanted a leg up so Andy and Phil got started. For some reason the boys got mounted quite quickly but both Andy and Phil took their time with the girls, keeping them stood with one leg up on Andy’s or Phil’s thigh for ages before telling them to push up and over. Guess where the stable hands eyes were when the girls were getting their leg over? Just to get the most out of having 7 Lady Godivas, each girl was told to stand in the stirrups to see what it was like standing. With the girl’s legs spread wide, everyone knew where the stable hands were looking. Mandy and Dennis were the last to mount their horses and as they waited Dennis whispered to Mandy, “When you’re stood in the stirrups ask some questions so that you’re stood up longer.” Mandy smiled. As soon as Mandy’s feet firmly in the stirrups she started with the questions. Most were stupid and irrelevant but Phil was patient in answering her. Well he would wouldn’t he, he was looking up at her shiny wet pussy, with her clit sticking out, all the time. Dennis wondered if it was enough to make her cum, but she didn’t before she ran out of things to ask. Finally everyone was mounted except for Andy who led his horse to the gate and opened it. Everyone had been told that either Phil or Andy would be at the front and that they were to follow them. Off they went, slowly plodding along. Mandy and then Dennis were the last 2 of the Bright Sparks party with Phil pulling up the rear. To start with, Dennis spent as much time staring at Mandy’s back and down to her butt crack as he did at the scenery, which when he did so he found to be very beautiful and relaxing. After a while, Phil led his horse alongside Dennis and they started talking, Phil asking all sorts of questions about who they were, where they were from, etc. etc. Dennis knew what Phil was building up to, but he wasn’t going to volunteer the information. Finally, Phil said, “So what’s with this Lady Godiva thing and the girls wanting to ride naked? Not that I’m complaining.” Dennis laughed then gave Phil a brief summary of what had happened from 2 of the girls being punished by humiliation then how it had got out of control. Dennis didn’t explain that he had been planing getting into his current position for years. “Wow,” Phil said, “that’s some story, it must be hard for you, and the boys, having 7 naked girls around you all the time.” “Not really, you soon get used to it. The biggest problem is trying to get them to put some clothes on when they go out. I’m sure that they’d walk around town totally naked if I let them.” Just then Dennis heard some cheering from the front of the convoy. “They’ve seen the beach.” Phil said. “I thought that I could smell the sea, are we going down onto the beach?” “Yes, but don’t worry, it’s impossible to get to it by car so there’s hardly ever anyone on it.” Dennis wasn’t worrying, he was smiling to himself and hoping that there would be lots of people on it. As they got closer and closer Dennis could see people on the beach, then Phil said, “There appear to be a few people on the beach, do you want us to turn around so that they don’t see the girls?” “No, don’t worry about it, we’re camping next to a clothing optional beach and that hasn’t bothered the girls.” As Dennis’s horse plodded on he found that Andy, at the front had stopped and all the others were gathering around him. “I didn’t know if we should turn around and go back?” Andy asked. “Keep going.” Phil shouted. They did, but on the beach they weren’t in a single line, they’d all bunched up. As they got nearer to the dozen or so people Dennis saw that they were a group of young people, teenagers and early twenties. Some were looking towards the riders trying to work out if there really was some naked girls on horseback approaching them. Just as they were getting close, Jennifer said, “Can we stop and go for a quick swim please Dennis? It’s hot today.” “Well that depends on Phil and Andy.” Dennis replied. Dennis looked at Phil who was looking at Andy then both Andy and Phil shrugged their shoulders. “Okay then, but just a quick swim.” Phil announced. “Yeah.” A couple of the girls shouted, then Jennifer said, “I don’t know how to get off, can someone help me please?” “Hang on.” Phil shouted back. Both Phil and Andy got off their horses, just letting the reins drop to the sand, and walked over to Jennifer. Now Dennis didn’t know what the correct way to get off a horse is but he doubted that it’s the way that Phil helped Jennifer get off. He went to her left side and told her to swing her right leg over and sit sideways on the saddle. As Jennifer did this Phil’s head was at about Jennifer’s pussy level and as she shuffled round she ended up with her legs well apart giving Phil a close-up of her pussy. After absorbing the sight for a couple of seconds Phil put his arms to Jennifer’s waist and gripped her. “Lean forwards so that I take your weight.” She did, her tits mashing into his face. He held her there for a couple of seconds then slowly lowered her to the sand, her tits sliding down his face then the top of his T shirt clad top. “Thank you sir.” Jennifer said with a big grin on her face. “You’re welcome.” Phil replied. “That’s how to do it Andy.” Phil continued as if Andy had never helped anyone off a horse before. “Can you help me get down?” Angela asked. For the next 5 minutes Phil and Andy helped all the girls get off their horses in the same way that Phil had helped Jennifer. When it came to Mandy’s turn and she had to lean forward into Andy, she wrapped her legs around him and when she was on the sand Dennis saw a trail of her juices down the front of his jodhpurs. Later, Mandy told Dennis that Andy was all hard when she slid down him. Dennis just smiled and thought, “What the hell do you expect girl?” As the girls frolicked in the sea Dennis looked around. The group who were on the beach first were all just staring at the girls, as were the boys and the stable hands. “Not going in?” Dennis asked the boys who were still on their horses. “Naw,” Mike replied, “don’t want to get our shorts wet.” “You could always take them off and skinny-dip like the girls.” Dennis thought but didn’t say. Five minutes later the girls started coming out of the water and everyone could see that their nipples were as hard as they could get. They picked up their hats and put them on as they walked to their horses, some of them not remembering which horse they’d been on. Phil and Andy then helped them back up in the same way as they had at the stables and finally everyone was mounted and they started to continue their trek. Dennis smiled at the group still standing and staring at the girls as they passed. The trek continued and on the way they saw 2 couples walking towards them. They too just stared up at the girls with their tits wobbling a little as they went ny. Back at the stables Phil and Andy helped the girls get off their horses in the same way as they had on the beach, Mandy again wrapping her legs around Phil and leaving a snail train on his jodhpurs. Dennis was close by and he looked at the saddle that Mandy had got off and saw a dark patch on the saddle. He wondered if all the other girls had been leaking juices as well. The boys had all managed to get off on their own and when the last girl was off they went to put their hats back and were surprised to see the old man looking at the selection of girls clothing. “What’s this?” He said as Phil walked in. “Lady Godiva boss.” The old man smiled but his eyes were immediately drawn to the 7 naked girls that had just walked in. “Jeez, all 7 of them?” “Yes boss.” “Lucky you.” Dennis walked in and went to the old man. He hadn’t seen Dennis and was a little surprised when Dennis said, “Thank you for taking us, I didn’t really expect to find a place that could take so many of us.” “What? Oh yes, I hope that you all enjoyed the experience.” “I’m sure that they did, most of them will only have seen a horse on the television before today.” “What? Oh yes, anytime, err, would you like a group photograph with a couple of the horses?” “That’s a good idea.” “It’s not something that we usually do, but there again we don’t often get 7 Lady Godivas. Hang on a minute, I’ll go and get my camera.” As the old man walked out Dennis turned to the girls and told them that they were about to be photographed. Three of the girls had started to get dressed but within seconds they were totally naked again. They went out into the yard and saw Phil and Andy stood holding the reins of their horses. The old man came back and directed everyone into positions where he could get a full frontal view of all of the girls. After several shots the old man said, “How about one of one of the girls getting on a horse? Your horse will do Andy.” Mandy and Dennis just happened to be nearest Andy so Andy tapped Mandy on her shoulder and said, “Come on, like we did before.” “But this horse is bigger.” “That’s okay, you get up just the same way, and you’ll be safe, we’re not going anywhere.” Andy replied and bent his leg for her to stand on. By that time everyone else had moved out of the way just leaving Mandy, Andy and the old man who was clicking away all the time. He’d moved to the rear of the horse and when Mandy went up and tried to swing her leg over she was finding it difficult because of the extra height. She was stuck with one leg on Andy’s thigh and the other at 90 degrees, half over the back of the horse. Dennis was watching her every move, and those of the old man, and he was taking lots of photographs of her pussy. Dennis smiled. “Can you push me up please?” Mandy asked. Andy reached up with his hands and pushed her under her bare butt and up she went. As she settled on the saddle the old man went round the front and told her to smile. He took more photos before thanking her and telling Andy to help her down. He did, but because of the extra height of the horse, when Mandy leant forwards her tits landed on the top of Andy’s head and when he lowered her everyone watched her tits slide down his face. The old man having captured it on his memory stick. “Okay girls,” Dennis said, “go and get dressed girls and I’ll meet you at the minibus.” Dennis and the old man walked to the office for Dennis to settle-up and give the old man his private email address to send a copy of the photographs to, not sure that the old man would actually email them to him. When Dennis came out he had a smile on his face and when he got into the minibus he asked if anyone wanted to call in at the McDonalds that they’d driven passed on the way there. Understandably, they all did and 15 minutes later they were all piling out of the minibus and walking into McDonalds with Dennis checking that no butt cheeks or pussies were on display. It took ages to order 14 meals and even longer for them to all arrive at the tables that they had taken over. Dennis went to the toilet and when he came back he saw that all the girls were sat on the plastic seats with their knees apart. He looked at the 3 slits that he could see from where he was and wondered how many of the other customers had realised what they could see. When the food finally arrived some of the girls sat up straight, but the others lounged back and Dennis wondered if the McD staff had seen what he had seen earlier. He dismissed the thought, thinking that he’d worry about it if anyone said anything. They didn’t and a happy bunch of kids later climbed back into the minibus. ******

Bare-Back On Bear Island by mandywoods A young female park ranger discovers a lumberjack's log. Bare-Back On Bear Island Ch. 01 Her summer job as a Park Ranger on Bear Island was her dream "cum" true. She had not imagined getting in touch with nature would include a large lumberjack, kinky campers, and losing her clothes so often. After this summer, she would always refer to this natural park as "Bare" Island. -- "Mandy you received a letter!" her Mom yelled to her from the other room as she entered the front door. "I think it is for your summer job with the Park Service!" Mandy came running from the other room to get the letter. This was the moment. She was anxious that it would be an acceptance letter. If that were the case, it would be great. She just finished her third year in college studying Biology and was eager to have something to do. The summer was long! She had applied as a Park Ranger with the National Park Services for one of the Islands in the Northern Lakes. She opened the letter. -- "Dear Ms. Kennedy, We are pleased to confirm that you have been selected to work as "Park Ranger" in the National Parks Service. You shall be stationed at "Bear" Island. This is a special post because the island is only accessible by a ferry that operates only two days a week. Being a specialized station with few campers allowed at one time, your responsibilities are to enforce the rules, regulations, and policies of the national parks, as well as to be a point of contact for any problems. Since the island is approximately 4 square miles, you will be required to make rounds a few times a week. From the base camp, where you are stationed, there is a logging area a couple of miles away at the north end of the island. Additionally, During this period the logging company shall be operating. So, you will be required to check on their operational compliance. We do hope that you will accept the offer. We believe that you shall be an excellent addition to our team and we are pleased that you will form a part. Welcome aboard!" --- 1 Ferry....Arriving: "Mandy, are you really sure about this?" her Mom said as Mandy was about to board the ferry. "You will be alone on that island for days on end. What if something happens?" "All aboard!" The man in the sea conductor uniform said in a baritone voice, interrupting and providing the perfect cover for Mandy. Even the conspicuous and oversized belly of the conductor could not conceal the object of his gaze. He looked at this girl, from her toes to her head. In those flash instants, maybe he was recalling his youth and how he would pursue this sexy red cherry blond hair girl in khaki shorts and shirt -- her Park uniform. Now, with his unflattering middle age, he could only admire her good looks, the warm glow in her skin, and the accentuated freckles from the summer. But such pleasures were good enough for the man with what appeared a jolly and congenial demeanor. "Oh Mom, nothing will happen," she reassured her as she adjusted her overstuffed backpack, and hiked it up further bending her long slender sexy legs. "Besides, I am in contact with the base here in the Cove and there are the campers and loggers coming and going to the island as well." "But what about the black bears?" "They are more interested in eating berries than people," she giggled. "Besides, they are always mating during these months." She kissed her mom on the cheek. "Don't worry, we are in contact once a week when the ferry comes...." The conductor retreated up the deck, and the horn of the ferry sounded indicating that it was about to stow away... Mandy turned and rapidly boarded the ramp as the motors of the ferry began to spin. Once on the deck of the Ferry, she turned and waved to her mother. She couldn't imagine that she wasn't just going to the Park to work, but to live out the most erotic and sexy moments of her life. -- 2. The backdrop and some old tales As the Ferry pulled off from Gulls Cove, even the beginning of summer, the morning waves of the Lake remind her of how very precarious these icy waters can be. She looked out across the vast water that seemed like an ocean. From the schoolbooks, she remembers the eerily same date of November 10 that two infamous White Hurricanes produced what some would later call the "three sisters" waves that would claim the LC Waldo in 1913 and the Edmund Fitzgerald in 1975. The fierce Northern gales sent the ships to their icy tombs. She thought of all these things as, even now, the deep blue waters demanded respect as the Ferry left the shore. At these northern latitudes, one had the sensation that winter was just around the corner, and the warm breeze was a fleeting respite. 3. The new park ranger... "Henry Meskill here," the tall skinny, and nerdy-looking man in the Park uniform said, "You must be Mandy. Mandy Kennedy?" "Yes," she said struggling with her awkwardly stuffed backpack that with to and fro of the voyage seemed to make the bag even more unwieldy than before. "Nice to meet you," as she extended her hand. "Glad to meet you," the man said enthusiastically and happy with the prospect of being relieved of his duties for a few months. "I'll fill you in on a few details, and then I'll be off." "You must be looking forward to it?" "You bet I am. Yes-sir-ree, goin' south for a bit. To see the folks, like," he said with an undeniable twang. The park ranger was stationed on the island during the entire year, except for the very cruel months of January and February. "Here, let me help you with your bag," as he grabbed the backpack. She let him with much appreciation. She grabbed the other smaller bags of special rations as well as other "personal" effects that she had brought with her. "There's ya park ranger cabin, aye..yonder," the man pointed by jerking his head in the direction. It was a wooden structure positioned about halfway up the slope from the dock landing and just before the tree line. There were two large pine trees that protected it from the brunt of the Southwestern winds if they blew, but for the most part, had a clear view of the lake and dock. To the sides of the cabin, there were small clearings with tents. These were the areas for designated campsites. They walked together towards the cabin. "First time for ya as a Ranger, I take it?" "Yeah," she smiled back at him. "I am really excited about it." "Great job! I love it. Pay sucks, but the air is good," he chuckled like a dying horse at his profound observation. She smiled back and forced a laugh in an attempt to form part of her new guild as a fellow coworker. "It's really pretty here," she said informally. "Ya, well you read the guide to tell the folks that come here. Ya know, what they put in the brochure. A boreal forest, comprised mostly of pine, spruce, and larches. Years ago, these parts were quarries for brownstone that they shipped down to the city. My gran' pa told me 'bout that." She listened. "Now, it's up to us to protect these parts," he said proudly as if defending the fatherland with a deep sense of patriotism. Just then, Mandy heard a woman and looked over to the Campsite area. She was startled to see a beautiful woman completely nude. The woman was gathering her things and apparently getting ready to leave on the ferry. Henry realized Mandy was looking at the woman. "That there is Emily. A real ticket! hot-dog, yes-sir-ree," he said with a grin and starting with his horse-like laughter. "She spends the entire time in the buff. Ya know, naked as a jay-bird. And a real looker, and a set of....." he caught himself, remembering he was talking to a girl and not just another male coworker. "Oh sorry..." "That's allowed? I mean, being naked like that?" "Sure. No problem. This is nature." "But, she is naked in front of all the other campers?" Mandy asked surprised and incredulously. "Yeah. She doesn't mind. And neither do they. She doesn't bring any clothes. Not a stitch! And she's as natural as a 'possum in a 'Taters' banquet," he horse-chuckled again then paused. "Damn thing to be talking to her and she is completely naked, I'll tell ya! But then ya gets used t' it after a while. Yes-sir-ree. At first, she was embarrassed, but then after so many weeks like that, she would sit amongst all the campers as if she was fully dressed," he was lost in his thoughts. "Real pretty, that Emily." "Oh my!" Mandy watched the woman gather her things and start to walk towards the ferry completely naked. As they walked forward, Mandy turned and continued to watch Emily. "To tell you the truth, I don't think I ever saw Emily with clothes on," he said as if pondering a deep question. "Do any of the other campers walk around naked?" "Sometimes. But, not like Emily. Occasionally there are those that go skinny dipping, but not like Emily. No sir-ree," he paused with fondness, "Emily is one heck of a gal." Something in Mandy suddenly clicked. She could not imagine that this was possible. "But, I have to warn ya," he said lowering his voice to guard a secret between the two of them. "The campers can get a bit 'frisky' - ifs ya knows what I means." He paused looking at her, "Ya know, between them all." Mandy looked at him incredulously. "Do you mean ...?" "Yup!" Mandy felt her nipples become hard. Her mind flashed to the dildo that she had hidden in her backpack. That will need some use. Soon! "Oh my!" The older park ranger would never have imagined that this just caused this girl's panties to become very moist. -- As the ferry pulled away from the dock of the landing, Mandy waved to Henry. She was about to turn around when Emily appeared also at the stern of the boat and waved. Mandy thought, "It seems to be a natural thing to do -- to wave from a boat, even if you didn't know the person you waved to." And Emily was very natural, indeed. Her naked breast moved back and forth as she waved her golden arms back and forth as if she was old friends with Mandy. The boat was close enough that she realized that Emily's pussy was completely shaved. It was the most erotic image that she had seen in her life. When the boat was now further out, she turned and headed to her cabin. She looked at the campsites to glimpse if anybody else was there (or naked), but the sites seemed devoid of activity. She would use the time to install her few belongings in the cabin and then begin her first activities as Park Ranger that Henry had explained. Henry had told her about her duties as a ranger before leaving. In particular, about monitoring the logging activity on the far end of the island. The lumberjacks come and go, but most often there are four or five of them, but sometimes there are only two. She was required to write a report at least two times a week and make sure that they comply with the rules stipulated between the park service and the logging company. Henry told her it was a good idea to go introduce herself since they would be expecting her. -- Mandy figured that she could do that a bit later. However, the first business would be to meet the campers. There were 3 couples presently on the island. Each had a small secluded campsite but separated by about 100 meters, but all situated around the ranger cabin. Since slots were limited, the campers changed from week to week, but there were never more than 12 at a time. Since her job was to orient and provide information, she went to meet them. After greetings, some conversation, and other pleasantries, one of the couples invited her to join them that night for a campfire get-together. 4. Meeting the loggers Since she had more time than expected and was anxious to know the island, Mandy decided to go to the logger's camp that afternoon. On the way, she would learn about the island. There was a path that ran through the center. She would see where they are and have a way to explore the small island. Undoing her backpack she was so horny from the idea of Emily. The thought of walking naked there was so hot. When she was making her pack, she decided to pack a secret -- her ben-wa balls. She figured she would use them somewhere along the walk. This would make the hike more interesting! Thinking about what Henry told her about Emily, the thought became so enticing, that she stopped and decided to slip them in. Now with each movement, she was receiving stimulation that would slowly build up to bring her over the edge. -- After trekking across the island towards the northern shores, she finally arrived at the logger camp. There were four men. Two of the men came over to meet her. They were probably in their late 40s but with such hard work, they looked like old men. The other two, that seemed much younger, continued working and just made glances towards her. "Howdy," Mandy greeted them with a smile. "I'm the new Park Ranger. Henry told me to come here and introduce myself." "Hello Miss," the older one said with a smile. "We were expecting you. Hank here and this Jimmy. Nice to meet you," he extended his hand. Mandy noticed how his hands were large and felt like tree bark. But they were both polite and nice enough. Mandy occasionally stole glances at the young men working. Whenever Mandy looked, the man in the red shirt couldn't take his eyes off her. Hank noticed that Mandy seemed to always look in their direction. "Oh, that's Bobby, and over there in the red shirt is Sam," he said as a way of introduction. The two of them stopped working and waved to Mandy. But, the one called Sam looked straight into her eyes. He seemed mesmerized by her. Suddenly, she felt his penetrating gaze. At first glance, he -- like the other three -- looked burly, unkempt, and hardened by their work and harsh conditions. But the more she looked at him, she realized that he was strikingly good-looking. He was tall, broad-shouldered with deep brown eyes and brown hair. His beard was full, with blond highlights under his lip. Despite his gritty and hard appearance, his face seemed kind, handsome, and almost boyish. His open sweaty shirt showed part of his chest and she could imagine his muscles underneath. Her face flushed and the ben-wa balls inside her stirred all of a sudden making her body involuntary jerk as she nearly gasped. She hadn't expected this. She greeted both of them, but when she looked at Sam, she all of a sudden was flush and felt bashful. She looked away and returned to the conversation with Hank, who seemed to be Sam's boss, going over details of her planned visits and inspections. -- "Well, thanks for your cooperation," she said as she prepared to leave. During the entire time that she spoke with Hank, she would sneak glances at Sam. Between his swings of the large wedge-shaped maul-axe to split the large tree trunks, he would continually look at Mandy. Each time she looked, he seemed to look straight into her eyes. "No problem, Ranger," Hank said with much deference. "If you need anything, we're here camped out over there." He turned and pointed in the northern direction. As she waved goodbye, Sam stopped swinging the axe, held it between him, and looked at her. Time seemed to stop between them. She suddenly remembered where she was and simply smiled and waved at all of them, turned around, and headed down the path from which she had arrived. She was well aware of the ben-wa balls moving inside her and she felt her panties were drenched. -- 5. The antics of Campers these days At night, the campers had invited her to sit around a small fire they had set up at the water's edge. She would learn their names: Beth and Neil, Jacqueline or Jacky and Eddie, and Jennifer and Michael. "Here try some of this," Eddie said pouring the content of some type of liquor into her cup. "It will warm you up." She never drank alcohol, but it might palliate the unexpectedly cool breeze coming off the water even on a warm summer night. They talked and laughed about different jokes. Then, the conversation turned to Emily. "Yes, we sure will miss Emily," Neil said. "I'm sure you saw her leaving. She was the one without any clothing. they told her how one of the last campers was into walking around completely naked. From the moment she arrived, she would never wear any clothing. Most nights we would meet at night and she would sit here completely naked with all of us around the campfire." Mandy was amazed at what they told her. However, it was the next part of the explanation that blew her mind. "She would show them whatever about her body without hesitation as if it were the most natural thing in the world...She would join each of us in our tents... if you know what I mean...." With this, Mandy could have had an orgasm without even touching herself. 6. The campfire and The Game -- Truth or dare In the conversation around the fire, the group told Mandy about their lives and about the many times that they have been to Bear Island. Then, the conversation shifted to Emily. Apart from what Henry had said, they told Mandy that Emily was not only an exhibitionist but also very kinky. They insinuated that she had sex with all of them continually and she was somewhat of a nymphomaniac. "I don't know," Neil said to the group, "It sure would be great to have another girl around here like Emily willing to be naked all the time and play in our games." Mandy felt that even though they were far more discreet, all the gazes and thoughts were directed towards her. -- They continued to tell stories, laugh, and drink something was similar to a Sherry wine. Mandy thought how congenial it was and felt very comfortable and content with them. As normally happens, individual conversations began and Mandy found herself talking more and more to Jacky. While she was having a conversation with Jacky, she saw that Eddie -- Jacky's husband -- sat closer to Neil and Beth. They were laughing about some joke and in their own conversation, as she spoke to Jacky about their old alma Mata university. "What's one thing you only do when you're alone?" Eddie asked Beth as part of their word game. Jacky looked over to them and then explained. "Oh, don't mind them, they're playing truth or dare, as usual," she said rather uninterested. A few moments later, when Mandy glanced over, she saw that Beth had pulled up her shirt and Jacky's husband was kneading her breasts while Beth rubbed his bulging cock and kissed her own husband. They began laughing again and continued with the game. "Where's the weirdest place you peed?" Neil asked. Mandy was trying to pay attention to Jacky, but she heard the rest of the group shriek with more laughter. Suddenly, Beth stood up, grasped her shorts, and pulled them completely down revealing her smooth pussy lips. She danced around showing her entire beautiful figure in the campfire light. Mandy watched her, mesmerized as she continued talking with Jacky who seemed to be either bored, accustomed, or oblivious to the raunchy game that her husband was participating in with another couple. She then sat down in between Neil and Eddie with her legs spread so they were crossed over each of the legs of the men. This way, they were splayed out. She first leaned towards her husband and kissed him passionately. Her hand reached his bulge and she rubbed it up and down. She broke from the kiss and looked into his eyes. With that message between them, she turned her head and began to passionately kiss Eddie while she put her hand on his cock. Eddie slipped his hand to her pussy and touched her. Mandy stared at them and awe, while she was still in casual conversation with Eddie's wife. The situation was surreal for her. Finally, Jacky stopped talking and they both watched the three play the game while the other couple sat on the other side of the fire also watching. "What's your guilty pleasure?" Beth lost this one as well and she had to unbutton Eddie's pants. She then pulled out his cock that was already hard and started to stroke it up and down. She seems to be always losing but doesn't seem to mind, Mandy thought. Beth then bent down while her husband Neil watched and engulfed Eddie's cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down a few times and then stopped. She had completed her task. She looked up and smiled at Eddie and then kissed him on the mouth. They laughed between them and Beth returned in the arms of her husband. All during this, her bare pussy was on display to the entire group. This was something that Mandy would not forget. -- Mandy was so turned on watching this entire escapade that she wanted to touch herself. She was looking forward to getting back to her room so she could masturbate. It would take a few more episodes like this before Mandy would participate like Beth. Very soon, innocent Mandy will be very very good at this game. Even better than Beth. For that dear reader, we will have to see Mandy alone in her cabin. Then we will need to follow her through the woods when she decides it's time to make contact with nature. -- 7. A lonely Cabin... Mandy retired to her cabin. After watching the couples around the campfire have casual sex right in front of her, she was so horny that she was dying to peel off her shorts and panties and rub herself to orgasm. Normally she had fantasies, but nothing like what she heard about Emily. This is what turned her on more than anything all night. And -- the insinuation that she might take Emily's place here on the island. She had never been so horny and had never thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but the idea blew her mind. She started to imagine different ways that she could start to be more like Emily, getting into it slowly. "Are you crazy, Mandy?" she scorned herself. "You are going to lose your job. You can't just go walking around nude and having sex with the campers!" But, in her sex-crazed mind, the whole idea started to sound rational. She began to imagine herself hiding her clothes while she bathed and acting as if somebody had taken them. She would have to go seek help from all the people in the campsite and they would see her completely naked. She then imagined that they would touch her. She would act not to like it, but she would want it. Then, she thought about the loggers. She thought about Sam. She imagined being caught naked by him. Maybe he would take her in his big strong arms and she would be like a helpless animal as he ravaged her. Maybe he would take all her clothes so that she would have to be naked for the entire time she was on the island. As her thoughts became even more explicit, her fingers found the moist folds between her legs. "Oh, Sam," she whispered out loud as if he were there with her, "That's it! Put your tongue there." She gasped. She imagined that his tongue was moving up and down her moist lips. Her fingers started to move faster and pressed into her engorging clit with more force. Rubbing in circles, then back and forth, then in circles again. Her mind raced. She became Emily. She was naked like an animal. He was here with her. Sam was naked with her and he would toss her over on the bed and enter her from behind. He would make her get on all fours. "Ah...," she gasped. She was going out of her mind. All of a sudden, she heard a shriek! She stopped and came back to reality. "Had something happened?" she whispered, as her heart raced. "Has something happened to one of the campers? Have they been attacked by an animal?" Her fears quickly dissipated when the shrieks resumed with even more intensity and with a steady rhythm. It was a woman screaming in sexual ecstasy. She was being fucked. "One of the women was screaming with excitement by being fucked!" Mandy said incredulously. This made Mandy even hornier. She listened to the woman's screams and pants. She matched her rubbing of her fingers to the woman's screams. She imagined that it was sam pounding into her from behind. "Oh Sam, that's it," she whispered in a guttural voice. "Fuck me like that. Stick your huge cock into me." She imagined him grabbing her hips and her thin body and moving her like a rag doll as he plunged his member into her depths from behind. The screams of the woman camper in the adjacent tent changed pace. It was no shorter and more frequent. She was approaching an orgasm. Mandy rubbed faster and harder. She concentrated all her energy on her hand as it moved back and forth, and her fingers penetrated her entrance, then rubbing hard against her clit. She was also so close. Then in a sudden burst, the woman cried out in orgasm. At that very moment, Mandy let go and orgasmed with her. Her entire body shook. She had never had such an orgasm before. She could not even remove her hand from between her legs but she could tell she was soaking wet. Many moments passed and she finally rolled over and fell asleep. Her creamy juice leaked all over her cot. 8. Unexpected Rendevouz Since being a Park Ranger would give her ample time for other activities, she thought she gather data for a thesis..which was about a rare species of weasels, known as the American martens. Since these animals are endangered with only small populations in the northern forests, they inhabit the island. They have large ears for their small size. She would also capture data on the populations of different species of bats, amphibians, and birds. Perhaps she would be able to discover a correlation. Her idea was to try and spot these and study their habitat. So, today she would begin to explore the island and go on a long hike. She put together a light backpack. She decided to pack a small lunch with some bread that she stored away from animals. Her backpack was a simple cloth sache. She had placed some food for her lunch in the bag. It was a warm morning and she would not wear the park uniform. Instead, she had a thin pair of very short spandex shorts and a tank top. In reality, it was quite revealing, but she would be alone on her long hike. -- The day was extremely hot, even so far north. She walks to through the forest, along a path that is just visible through the thick brush. She had been sweating and came across one of the brooks that opened out to the lake. She followed it. It opened up to a secluded cove. It would be perfect to stop and relax for a moment between the trees. She started to think about Emily. She would do it. She pulls off her clothes and stuffs them into her bag. Now she was completely naked except for her Gortex shoes as she walked along the path. The feeling was exhilarating. Her firm breasts felt so free. The thin blond hair that covered her pussy was so light that it seemed non-existent or like a light gauze net. She even thinks about how erotic it would be to get caught. Her nipples hardened. She imagines them spying on her without her knowing. She put her bag on a rock and walked down about 10 or 20 meters to the water edge. There was a flat rock and she would sit there. She walked along the water. She imagined the cock was that of the lumberjack. She thought again of Sam and his large broad shoulders. "Mmm," she moaned as she rubbed it along the outside of her pussy. "Sam, push it in me." She closed her eyes and slowly moved her fingers along the outside of her lips, occasionally changing the angle of her wrist so that her skinny fingers slightly penetrated her entrance. For several moments she continued like this. Now she was lost in her imagination and oblivious to all around her. The sound of running water emptying into the lake was soothing. -- As she was becoming lost in the pleasure she was giving herself, she heard a noise of branches. She was shaken out of her sexual trance. "Oh no!" she immediately remembered her bag that was now hidden but out of her sight. She stood and ran towards the bag. Raccoons had smelled her lunch and tried to open the bag. They were very accustomed to ravaging and foraging food that was not well stowed away. From contact with people at the campsites they had become emboldened and had learned how to open bags. They heard her approach but they were not going to abandon their catch, especially with such a light bag. "No!" she said as the large one looked at her quickly, grabbed her bag, and quickly darted away into the thick forest. "Hey, come back here!" Of course, they were not about to head her pleas even on the outside chance that they understood. She had no choice but to run after them. She was completely naked except for the Gortex shoes. Good thing for those, she thought. "Mandy, you are so stupid!" she scolded herself as she ran after the fast animals. Her breast swayed from side to side as she tried to keep up with them. Also, she lost all sense of the direction they were going. "This is what you wanted! Now you will surely get caught by somebody!" They darted from here to there. She chased them, at times losing them from sight, only to see them once again, and then she would change her direction and run after them. In the thick vegetation of these northern forests, the branches of the trees scraped against her naked body. She must have been running for at least 20 minutes after them. She wasn't sure if she was headed north or south, because the forest was unfamiliar to her. "Oh no!" she shrieked. She now realized that the raccoons had brought her so far north that they had entered the area of the loggers. She heard the axe striking wood. "Damn," she cursed to herself. "Now you did it, Mandy! How will you recover your clothes now?" -- She continued to walk in the direction that she last saw the raccoons run with her bag. She walked slowly because the sound of chopping wood was closer. All of a sudden, through the brush and trees, she could see a red checkered logging shirt. "Oh my God," she sighed. "It's Sam." -- Taken by the lumberjack She crouched down and hid behind the trees as she watched him. He was alone and splitting wood with his large maul-axe. His body was huge and athletic. She forgot all about her clothes and ran after the raccoons. Just watching him was turning her on. She imagined those large shoulders smothering her in an embrace and taking her as his. These thoughts made her aroused and she began to rub herself between her legs. For several moments, she watched him while she masturbated. Just then, however, several bees started flying very close to her and she tried to brush them away. However one landed on her, and involuntarily, she stood up to escape it. In doing so, she stepped on some of the underbrush making noise that Sam notices. He stopped working and walked towards her and into her eyes. Suddenly, he looked straight at her while she was only slightly hidden behind a tree. Now, there would be no other option but to reveal herself from behind the brush. She walked out into a clearing where her naked body was not in clear sight for him to see. They looked into each other's eyes. Neither one of them said a word. They just looked at each other. It was as if this moment was inevitable. He dropped the axe and walked towards her. He needed no words for what he would do. For what she wanted him to do. They both wanted it. She stood frozen as he walked towards her. Their eyes were locked on each other. He was now standing only inches from her. They remained silent. Not even greeting one another. This had to happen. She continued to look into his eyes and then put her hands on his chest. He leaned down and pulled her naked body close to his. She felt his strong arms pull her into his chest. He bent down and kissed her on the lips and his large hands moved up her back and grabbed her breasts roughly. After the passionate kiss, she unbuttoned his red checkered lumberjack shirt with urgency and pulled it off his shoulders. She cast it on the ground and then he kissed her neck and devoured her mouth and then her mouth as if he were a wild animal. She leaned back and he bent to kiss her breasts. He took the nipples into his mouth. She broke the embrace and took his hand, and guided him towards a tree, without losing his gaze. She then turned around, put two hands on the trunk, and bent down so that her ass and bare pussy was easily accessible. He bent down and put his face between her ass cheeks and licked both her soft entrances. As he kissed her moist pussy, his nose rubbed against her anus, and this sent sexual shock waves through her entire body. He was like a mad animal and wanted to live in her raw scent. She gasped as his tongue flicked back and forth against her engorged clitoris as his large finger penetrated her entrance. Each finger felt like a large cock entering her. She leaned against the tree with one hand as she used her other to rub her small firm breasts dangled in the air from her position. He spread her legs roughly as if she were a rag doll so that he could fuck her with his tongue. He spread her ass cheeks with his large hands and pushed his face deeper in between her legs. She felt that she was being fucked by a large werewolf. But she wanted him deeper. "Oh, Sam," she whimpered. "Oh yes." She never would have let a boyfriend treat her so roughly, but she wanted this man to take her hard. She craved it. He then grabbed her hips and spun her around. He took her face in both hands and kissed her, devouring her mouth. As he kissed her, she reached down and for the first time felt the large bulge in his pants. Even between his rugged jeans, she knew that his member was large. She suddenly became very afraid of not being able to take him. But her responses were now automatic reflexes. She reached for his buckle, undid it, and unbuttoned his jeans. She broke from his kiss, pushing back as she kissed down his chest and to his hairy tummy. He released her from the tight grip so that she could kneel down in front of him. She unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was huge and solid. She looked up into his eyes as she quickly flipped the head of his cock in her mouth and between her supple lips. While she took the head, she looked into his deep brown eyes. He took her head and violently pushed it down onto his member. She tried to take as much in her mouth as possible until it pushed against the entrance to her throat. He continued to push her head down and then moved her head up and down. She grabbed the girth of his cock in her small delicate hands and stroked it as her mouth sucked and licked the tip of his cock. Her rhythm increased. Up and down. To and fro. He panted as he ran his hand through her cherry blond hair. He then pushed her hands from his cock and grabbed her head again, forcing his cock to enter her throat. She gagged, but with his unyielding force, it entered. Soon, she had swallowed his entire cock and she could feel it move down the length of her esophagus as if it were her love canal. It could be construed as cruel, but she wanted it. She wanted to be treated this way. And he knew it. Sam pulled his large shirt off and spread it out on the ground. He grabbed her hand and made her lie down on her back. He quickly pulled his pants off and was naked. Then, he kneeled down between her legs and lied down on top of her. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed. "Sam. Put it inside me," Mandy whispered with a sexual whimper. "Please." He directed his enormous cock to her entrance. She lifted her legs and spread them with his body between her as he kissed her on the lips. Then, she felt it penetrate her. He was not gentle, but she was so wet, that even being so large the head slowly entered her. He then used the tremendous force of his large body to pump the rest of it into her. She felt it stretching her insides. She felt more full than she ever had. His cock moved in and out, first slowly. She looked down between them and she could see her flat tummy bulge as his cock moved within her. It was so large she thought! As his cock moved in and out, she could even make out the shape of his cock from the bulge of her tummy. She grabbed ahold of his neck and he continued to pump his cock inside her pussy, fucking her into oblivion. She would cum at any time. But he was in control and wanted it to last. He shifted positions and grabbed her body. His strength was such that he flipped her over with one arm to make her kneel on all fours like a dog. He then positioned his cock between her cheeks and entered her pussy from behind. he grabbed her hips and pushed her back and forth onto his cock. Each time he entered her, he did it with such force that his cock seemed to go deeper and could emerge from the other side. She moaned continually from the sexual pleasure. At one point as he pumped into her, he reached under her and grabbed her breast, squeezing her nipples between his massive fingers. The pain and the pleasure at the same time was a sensation that she never had experienced. She felt that orgasm was approaching. Now she was the one that wanted it to last. She stood up, but he grabbed her from behind and she could feel his cock at her entrance again. It was about to enter, but she pushed away and bent down. She wanted to take his manhood in her mouth. When she took his cock in her mouth, she tasted her own pussy juices mixed with his salty cum. Now she was able to take his cock down her throat and she began to deep throat his cock. She sensed that he would cum. He started to moan. Part of her wanted him to cum down her throat, but she really wanted him to burst inside of her. She quickly changed her position, making him lie down on top of his shirt. With him on his back, she mounted him and took his cock into her. Now she was in control of the rhythm as she bounced up and down, grinding her clit against his pelvis bone, and rubbing it with her hand. He began to rock into her faster and faster. He would cum at any moment. She wanted it. "Oh Sam, please cum inside me," she pleaded. All of a sudden, she felt him tense and a sudden jet of warm liquid splash her insides. She rubbed her clit furiously making her have an orgasm at the same moment as he continued to squirt massive amounts of cum into her. She then collapsed on top of him and lay there for several minutes as she slowly recovered. She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth and they smiled. "Hi," she said grinning. "Hi." -- Sam had collected his clothing and was putting on his pants. She had explained why she was naked. "So you don't know which direction the raccoons went?" "I kinda had an interruption," she smiled. He understood and smiled back. -- Mandy thought about the naked girl Emily. Maybe this would be the beginning of a new phase in her life. Maybe she wouldn't be needing clothing anymore on this island. She was sure that Sam wouldn't mind. And, from the previous night -- neither would the campers.

Becca Obeys by Ratios Part 1: Becca's friends find that she gets turned on obeying orders. "I say we go to the Mexican place. I want some tacos," announced Padita while staring at her phone, busily looking up potential restaurants near campus. "What, Deeta, didn't you get enough taco last night with that redhead? What was her name, Carly? Caroline? C-something?" Monique teased. Calmly peering over the top of her phone screen, Deeta shot back, "Maybe if you spent less time paying attention to my sex life and more time focusing on your own, you'd have someone willing to eat your taco too, instead of having to use your fingers to mix your meat." Monique stuck her tongue out at Deeta while the rest of the study group sitting around her living room giggled. Nicky spoke up next. "I'm not feeling Mexican. I want to go somewhere with fries." After thinking for a moment, Deeta offered, "Doesn't that bar and grill on fourth have both? It's a twenty minute walk, but, you know, whatever." As the self appointed leader of the small study group, Monique asserted herself. "Shall we put it to a vote? We've already got a yes from Deeta. I'm in as well. Nicky, sound good?" "Sure." "Sasha?" Not looking up from her book, Sasha responded, "As long as we study for another half hour before we go, I'm fine with it." Rolling her eyes, Monique continued to the last member of the group: me. "Becca?" The dreaded moment of decision making. I squirmed a little on my spot on the floor in front of the couch and dithered. "Whatever the group wants is fine." Monique snorted at my answer. "Way to have a backbone. Admirable confidence." It wasn't the first time someone in the group had teased me for my lack of initiative. Of the other girls in the group, Nicky was my only long time friend; the other three young women, Monique, Sasha, and Padita, I had just met at the beginning of this, my first semester of college. I'm usually more of a wallflower, but the challenge of my coursework and Nicky's constant urging had pulled me into this study group, made up loosely of the five of us, each sharing a few classes with a few of the others. Since Monique's parents were loaded, and thus she was the only one among us that actually had a rental house rather than a dorm room, the group usually met a few times per week at her place. Unfortunately, this also meant that I was often in her territory, and thus under her crosshairs for teasing. Patting my head condescendingly, surely putting my well combed, shoulder length hair in disarray, Nicky chimed in, "Yeah, Bex here has always been kind of a doormat. I think she was born with a wet spaghetti noodle for a spine. It's part of her charm, though: cute, quiet, and shy." Shrinking away from her rubbing hand, I tried to use my fingers to try to get my hair back in order. Now with two members of the group teasing me, I felt an unusual need to defend myself. "I'm... It's just... I don't make a lot of decisions. It's just not something I'm really used to, so I usually just don't." The other quiet member of the group, self proclaimed one-day Doctor of Psychology, Sasha Langley, sat down the highlighter she had been using on her textbook and gave me a clinical once-over. "That's an interesting mentality. Is there any particular reason you feel this way?" Squirming even more at the fact that all four of the other women in the room were now staring at me, I turned my attention to the books in my lap rather than making eye contact, and considered how to answer. Anything I could possibly say felt like it would just make me look like a giant dork. My parents had always drilled honesty and forthrightness into my head when I was a kid though so, in the end, I decided to just bare my soul to the group. "While I was growing up, my parents pretty much decided everything for me. My school, my extracurriculars, my clubs, my schedule, my clothes... If Nicky hadn't lived two doors down from me, I don't know if my parents would have even let me be friends with her. Even here, away for my first year of college, they picked my dorm, my major, my classes and I have to call them every week to report back and they'll tell me what I should be doing to study or exercise or whatever... I just feel like, I dunno, I've been hands off the wheel for so long, it's easier just to go with the flow and do whatever other people want me to do." Butting in, Monique taunted, "So, you just want to follow orders or something? If I told you to get up and do a little dance for us, would you do it?" Blushing red, I hesitated only a moment before shrugging. "Okay then, do it. Dance for us," Monique challenged. Glancing around at the group now all staring expectantly at me, I realized the situation I had put myself in. Hands shaking just a tiny bit, I sat my books aside before slowly standing. I couldn't bring myself to look at anybody so I just focused on my feet and recalled a short dance I had seen on TikTok earlier in the day and did my best to mimic it. Having never tried such a thing before, I didn't realize how much coordination the movements needed and my face went red when I immediately started flubbing steps, feeling like a clunky, awkward fool. The entire group was now openly laughing at my super cringy movements as I tried to finish out the last bit, which required me to twerk my butt at the group. "Nice dancing skills, Bex! You really nailed it!," Monique teased. "You should probably practice that twerking part a lot more though. Go ahead and drop that booty for us, girl. Get real low and shake that ass." Twerking was hard with my almost flat backside, but an order was an order, so I did my best to do what Monique had asked and shook my butt at the group more. My knee-length skirt was flopping around behind me and I felt a great deal of nervousness at the possibility that my provocative dancing might show off more than I intended. The other ladies of the study group were all commenting and snickering around me as I hung my head in shame and shook by butt. Then Monique decided to push me even harder. "Hah! You are precious, Bex. You're like a little puppet to play with." A wicked grin spread across Monique's face as she had an idea. "Tell you what... I like those socks you're wearing; the little unicorns are totes adorbs. Why don't you take them off and give them to me? I'd love to have them." I stood up straight to look at her in shock and the rest of the girls had stopped laughing at this point. A hush fell over the room as everyone stared at me, apparently waiting to see if I would really obey this new, ridiculous command. Feeling the pressure of the attention heaped upon me, I noticed a new feeling mingling with the apprehension and uncomfortableness: I was getting the tingles down below. Why the heck was I getting off on this? After a few seconds of silence had passed, Nicky cautiously ventured, "Becca, maybe-," but I had already made up my mind. Face glowing red, I plopped onto the floor again and leaned back against the couch to pull my socks off one by one. As I removed them, Deeta leaned in next to Monique and pointed in my direction, whispering something before both girls snickered. Nicky just turned away embarrassed at one point, but I didn't blame her. Sasha being Sasha, there was no reaction from her end, just that detached air of interest that always made you feel like you were an interesting crumb under her microscope. Once my socks were off, I was sitting with my knees pressed to my chest. After just a brief flash of hesitation, I balled them up and held them out towards Monique who came forward to claim them with a wide grin. Once she had them, she went over to the laundry chute in the adjacent hallway and popped them in. When the chute clanked shut, I realized I wouldn't ever be wearing those socks again. At this point, Sasha spoke up again. "Becca, I'm going to ask a wildly speculative question here. You can feel free not to answer if you don't want to, but I suspect you will anyway: are you a virgin?" Confused, the abrupt change in conversational direction threw me even further from my comfort zone and ensured that I was once again the center of attention. Still feeling compelled to answer, I managed to croak out a "yes" that felt like lifting a boulder up a hill. Nodding as if she had gotten the answer that she suspected, Sasha kept pressing. "And I'm guessing, with how controlling your parents have been, you have almost no experience with anything even remotely sexual, is that correct?" Was it cold in the room? My skin felt ultra sensitive, like it was covered in goosebumps, and my nipples were getting harder than I could ever remember them being before. Hoping my knees covered my chest enough so that nobody would see, I could only nod in answer to this question. "That would explain several things, such as why, perhaps subconsciously, you chose to sit in the position that you're in with your legs pulled back and spread so far, and why your knickers have that telling little circle of wetness on the front of them. Tell us, Becca: are you turned on by your friends telling you what to do?" Snapping my feet under myself so that I was sitting cross legged, I pulled my skirt to the floor and tucked it under myself to ensure I was covered. It felt like the blush that had been heating my face had crept from my head, down past my chest, and had taken up firm residence in my pelvic region. Swallowing hard, and feeling the heat inside myself, I considered Sasha's question. My first instinct was that I should probably feel outraged at the insinuation, but outrage had never been a trait instilled in me in my youth. Instead, I felt oddly obligated to just agree with whatever viewpoint the ladies around me might take on my behalf, whether that might leave me in an uncomfortable place or not. With the tingling I was feeling down below, I wasn't even sure whether there wasn't a grain of truth in her implication, anyway; not that that was something I wanted to learn about myself right now, much less make known to my only friends in the world. Feeling the urging of the curious eyes around me, I meekly whispered, "Yes." Leaning in, Sasha turned her ear towards me and asked, "Can you speak up? I couldn't quite hear you. Can you confirm whether you are becoming sexually aroused by being told what to do by people that you trust?" Monique was silently chuckling and Nicky had a look of confusion on her face. Deeta seemed to have caught my blush but was staring at me with a hungry look. Attempting and failing to clear the lump in my throat, I repeated my "yes" louder, but it sounded more like a squeak to me than anything. Shoving her way past Sasha, Deeta crouched down in front of me, loudly announcing, "My turn next!" At that point, I knew I had put myself on a ride but I had no idea where it went. Winking at me, Deeta leaned in and whispered just to me, "You'll be fine, we're all friends here. Just let yourself go and you'll have a lot of fun, I promise." The warm smile on her face seemed genuine and I appreciated the assurance. Some of the tightness that I hadn't even noticed was gathering in my chest seemed to loosen a tiny bit and I gave her a small nod of thanks in response. Speaking louder for the group, Deeta flipped my world upside down once again. "I liked how you were sitting before. Go on and spread those legs again, and don't worry about your dress so much." The fires in my belly that had just started to dwindle instead stoked higher than I ever remembered feeling. Had I just asked for this? Feeling like it was too late to argue now, I picked a particularly bland patch of carpet to stare at and extracted my feet out from under my butt, pulling my knees up against my chest once again. "That's not quite right though, is it, Bex. You were more like this before." Deeta reached down and pushed my knees further apart before grabbing the hem of my skirt, lifting it quickly up over my legs. The light brush of her fingers on my skin felt like it was leaving behind an electric charge and I felt myself twitching in response, but I dutifully held myself from adjusting my position as she moved me. Though I was sure my skirt had only risen only a few fingers above my hip level previously, Deeta chose to pull it all the way up over my knees, making sure that the excess pooled out to my sides rather than falling between my legs. Looking down, I could see that my panties were now on full display. Surprisingly, there was a large damp patch on the front that was plainly visible. I was sure that if I blushed any redder I would turn myself into a tomato. Stifling a giggle, Monique leaned down and grabbed the waistband of my underwear, pulling it up to stretch the fabric tight, essentially giving me a front wedgie. "Oh my god, your undies have little unicorns on them too! You are too precious!" In addition to stretching my panties tight, it also pulled them up against the puffy lips of my sex and a small moan escaped my lips. All the ladies giggled at this and I promptly bit my lip to stop myself from making further lewd noises. Gently pushing Deeta aside, Sasha stood in front of me once again, this time holding her phone up. "This is an interesting impromptu experiment we have going on here. I should document this in case it turns into something I can use in a paper someday." Before I understood what was going on, several clicks from her phone indicated that she had taken a number of photos of my barely covered crotch and blushing face. Despite my bitten lip, I moaned again. I had been previously restraining myself from the urge to push my legs together but now realized it might just take industrial equipment to force me to close them again. Capitalizing on the opportunity, Monique also whipped out her phone and took several photos, prompting, "Give us a smile, love. Spread those legs a bit wider." Knowing how the pictures she was taking would look, I nonetheless obeyed her command, planting my feet flat on the floor almost to the sides and stretching my knees as wide as they would go before looking up at Monique with the biggest smile I could muster. Once Monique was done walking back and forth snapping pictures, she gave me a sly look and goaded, "Seeing as how you already gifted me your cute unicorn socks, I've half a mind to ask you for the matching undies. Do you think I should?" Standing behind Monique, Nicky saw my hesitation and gave me a WTF look. When I continued to freeze, Nicky firmly shook her head and spread her arms in front of her as if implying, "now your turn," so I turned back to Monique, swallowed hard, and meekly replied, "Um... No?" The look that came over Monique's face indicated that my answer surprised her and she clicked her tongue while regarding me curiously. "So... You may have a tiny bit of spine in you after all." Noticing Nicky's relieved look behind her, Monique added, "Or maybe you just borrowed it. Either way, it's fine; you can keep your little girl undies... for now." The addition of 'for now' was not lost on me, and I doubt that anybody in the room could have missed the fact that the wet spot on the front of my exposed panties was steadily growing into a longer line matching the split of the well-defined cameltoe there. I wanted to reach down and unplug my panties from my crack, or put my legs together and salvage the tatters of my dignity, or leave, or anything else. I hadn't been ordered to do any of those things, however, so I instead sat there on display and dripped into my undies. I had to admit to myself, part of me wanted that outcome as well. This was apparently enough for Nicky and she spoke up on my behalf, bless her heart. "Okay, ladies, this game has gone far enough. Let's let Becca cover herself and get back to studying." Pouting, Monique countered, "But I'm still having fun and, from the looks of that grool stain, Becca wants to keep going too. You will let us keep playing with you, won't you, Bex?" Interpreting the question as an order, I once again did what I thought was expected of me and nodded in acceptance. Inserting herself into the disagreement, Sasha offered a potential compromise. "Nicky, we understand your concern for your friend's wellbeing. Monique, I understand your desire to have fun and explore Becca's newly revealed interests. How about we give Becca a chance to ease into things for a little while and then make a decision on how far we want to take this based on her response?" The fact that Sasha's proposition was directed entirely to the other two women standing over me, and not at all towards me, the living person they were arguing over, caused the heat in my belly to burn even brighter than had before. It felt like my heart was trying to hammer its way out of my chest and I was sure my panties were going to get so soaked that I was going to leave a puddle on the floor. As the rest of the group discussed how I would be treated in the near future, I closed her eyes and let the feeling of being out of control wash over me. Lost in myself as I was, I must have started moving my hips, but I didn't realize it until Monique clapped and happily announced, "Look at her down there, humping the floor with her skirt pulled up and her unicorn undies soaking through. What more do we need to discuss? It's obvious that she wants this." This declaration snapped me back out of my reverie and seemed to solve the conversation for the other women. Shaking her head and smiling down at me as if seeing me for the first time, Nicky conceded, "I guess that's that, then. Bex, I won't stop you from having your fun, even if I don't understand where this is all coming from." Sidling up beside Nicky, Monique put a hand on her shoulder and cooed, "That's the spirit. You know it's your turn, though, right? What are you going to have our playmate do next?" I stared up at the smile widening on the face of my oldest friend as she considered her options, consciously or otherwise allowing herself to be fully bought in to Monique's vision of my future, and found myself dripping and ready in anticipation of her command. "You know," Nicky said thoughtfully, "I've been telling Becca for years now that she could probably get someone to ask her out if she just put herself out there a little bit more." To accentuate her words, she ran a finger slowly down from the vee formed by the top of my breasts over my shirt until she got to my belly and then pulled away. Part of me wished she had let her finger drift a little lower. Another part of me was disgusted with that first part. "Bex, what do you have on under this bulky top?" The top in question was one of my favorites; leaf green, long sleeved, a little large for me to hide my shape, and with some ribbony frills on the front and sleeves. Definitely not high fashion, but to me it felt fancy. "Uh, nothing." Peering closer, Nicky grabbed one of my bra straps through my shirt and lifted it up a tiny bit to snap me with it, challenging, "Nothing?" "Oh, yeah, I mean nothing but my bra." "Okay then, let's see how into this you are if you lose a bit more clothing. I want your top." I looked down at my shirt and was wondering if this was such a great idea when, in a singsong voice, Deeta chimed in, "Hell yeah! I want to seeee the C-eeees!" This outburst was enough to draw attention away from me as everyone turned to stare at Deeta. Now the focus of the group, she cringed a bit and asked, "What, dontcha get it?... See her C-cups?" The group just blinked at her. Monique snorted. Rolling her eyes, Deeta threw her hands up and muttered, "Jeez. Buncha Philistines up in here." Shaking her head, Nicky said, "Ooookay then," before turning back towards me, frozen in inaction. Canting her head to the side, she stated, "I'm waiting, girlfriend." That was enough. Now stripping half of my outerwear was just another expectation to grit my teeth and fulfill, so I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and did my best to obey. As bulky as it was, the shirt was a bit of a struggle to get it up over my chest and head. While I was busy extracting myself from it, I heard Monique call out, "Nice nipple, Bex. Looks like a little pencil eraser sitting on a penny." The group giggled at this again and I heaved the shirt the rest of the way over my head, tossing it over to Nicky, leaving my hair in frazzled disarray. Not caring about that any longer, I quickly adjusted my bra and stood primly, arms crossed across my chest which was now rosy with embarrassment. Nicky barely glanced at the shirt before she tossed it on Monique's couch. Repeating her action from before, she smiled at me and ran her finger down the middle of my chest and the arms that now guarded it. "Still feeling your oats with this blanket obedience thing, Bex? I bet a lot of guys would ask you out if you went to class dressed like this a few times." I never intended to dress like this in the first place, let alone ever again, but that was irrelevant at this point. To the side, Monique had bent down to pick up my shirt and, out of the corner of my eye, I watched her go drop it down the laundry chute to follow my socks. I was rapidly losing clothing to wear home and I desperately wanted to touch myself about it. Bouncing over like an excited puppy, Deeta added, "Girls too! I know some ladies that would love to pick up what you're putting down." Ladies too? I hadn't ever dated a man or a woman and had never had much cause to consider which, if either I would prefer. Now I was half naked in a room full of women and all the attention was on me and the only reaction I could muster was to blush deeper and stare at the floor. Clicking her tongue with mock seriousness, Deeta admonished, "Bad news though, Bex. You were told to sit a certain way on the floor and now you're standing up, and nobody told you to do that. That means you have to pay a forfeit for disobeying." She then crossed her arms and gave me a faux patronizing nod. Pay a forfeit? That wasn't the rules! Wait... Were there rules? I had no precedent for what was going on here so I had no grounds on which to raise a sensical objection. Instead, I did what I usually did and just stood there and let what was going to happen happen. "Time to pay the piper, Bex," Deeta teased, approaching to stand just in front of me and resting her hands on my waist. Her face was now just inches from mine and I could feel the tips of her fabric covered breasts caressing my bra. That talk about ladies lining up... Was she going to kiss me?!? My breath caught in my throat and it felt like my heart had stopped beating. I didn't know whether I wanted her to or not, but I did know that I wasn't going to stop her either way. "Your forfeit for covering those sexy legs is... Losing your cover!" Sexy legs? I had never been called sexy before in my life... but it felt surprisingly good. My brief moment of inflated ego at the statement was diverted, however, when her hands began running around my waist with her thumbs tucked under the top of my skirt. I fully expected her to unzip my bottom covering and take it away from me, and I tensed my body to keep myself from fleeing if she did so, but the action she took instead confused me. Pushing the waistline inward, she rolled the wide top of the skirt in on itself, then did it again, and again. After ten or so turns, it looked like I was wearing a thick roll of fabric for a belt, but now my once conservative gray knit skirt had lost over half of its length! In its modified state, the hem only rested a few scant inches below my butt and I could feel tantalizing airflow directly on my thighs. It now looked like I was wearing a miniskirt, or at least the shortest skirt that I had ever worn in my life. There was no way my parents would have ever let me wear anything like this at home. Looking satisfied with my work, Deeta ran a hand up and down the exposed part of my right thigh for a moment, causing me to shiver at her touch, before giving me a smack up under the skirt directly on my panty covered butt. I gave another involuntary moan and Deeta and Monique giggled at this before Deeta gave her next order. "Now you're looking like hot stuff, Bex. Why don't you take this new 'fit for a whirl? Do a lap around the room for us, and don't forget to strut like you're a model on a runway." Arms still crossed over my chest, and worried about how prone my tiny new skirt might be to exposing me, I began to timidly walk to the edge of the room before Sasha called me back. "Becca, how are you feeling?" "Embarrassed... and a little cold, maybe." Lifting the front of my skirt only a few inches, she made it painfully obvious just how easy it was for me to flash in my current state as she purposefully displayed the now soaked front of my underwear to the group. "But still aroused and excited, right?" Looking away from everyone, I quickly nodded my head. "So, you want to continue with this experiment?" I wondered if she phrased it that way on purpose, as more of an order than a question. Either way, it made it much easier for me to accept. "I guess, yeah..." With a rare display of emotion, Sasha patted me on the shoulder and praised me, "Good girl." For some reason, the words hit me like a static discharge to my damp nethers and I found myself subtly shifting my hips back and forth to grind my thighs together in an attempt to better act on the feeling. "I'm sure the group will be happy to continue obliging your fantasies," she added, making it seem like they were doing me a favor... And maybe they were in some twisted sense? "But, since you agree that you're having fun right now, let's agree on a new rule. No more covering up or hiding, okay? If you're going to embrace your nature, go ahead and embrace it. Do your best to enjoy the experience instead of constantly worrying. It will be better for you in the long run." 'Better for me' how, I wondered, but I didn't argue. My breath having gone ragged, I tentatively dropped my arms to my sides and faced the other women. Raising her phone, Sasha gave me a polite smile which I did my best to return and I heard several more clicks as she continued to document my shame. Never one to miss an opportunity, Monique bounded up with her own phone out and took a few photos as well before giving me a wink. Turning to Sasha, Monique asked, "If you're thinking about using this data in a paper or something someday, would a recording of Bex giving her consent for you to use her like this be helpful?" Sasha considered this for a moment and replied, "Yes, that would probably be a good thing to have. Let me think on what that needs to look like and I'll get back to you." The thought of more permanent records of this gave me more tingles and it now felt like I had spilled a spoonful of olive oil between my thighs. When Monique and Sasha both backed off, Deeta shouted, "Get marching, soldier!" Focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, I resumed my task of circling the room for Deeta. "Walk sexier!," she called out and I tried to figure out how to do so on the fly. After a few paces of some super exaggerated hip swaying and weird stepping, I must have gotten into the proper swing of things as the ladies started whistling and catcalling me. "Yeah, baby!" "Shake it, Bex!" "Hot stuff, coming through." By the end of the first full round, something felt different. Nobody had told me to stop walking, so I started around again. I had had a strict, conservative upbringing and my parents hadn't been big believers in positive reinforcement. Because of this, praise and compliments had been few and far between. The amount of good energy the ladies in the room were throwing at me felt like a drug being injected into my veins. Was I terrified at the amount of skin I was showing? Definitely. Did I want to stop? Just try and make me. I had never been skydiving, but I was pretty sure that this is what the freefall phase felt like. It was fear getting on the plane and fear stepping out the door but nonsensical bliss on the way down. The overwhelming feeling of "what the hell did I just do" didn't hit until afterwards. The compliments were almost enough to make me forget that I was prancing around barefoot, in just a bra and miniskirt. Everyone but Sasha now had their phones out and during my second lap they started to call out directions. "Stop and give us an over the shoulder look. That's perfect, we should make you a Tinder profile with this pic." Of course Nicky was still trying to play matchmaker for me. Deeta followed me for a bit, switching between direct, behind, and low angle shots. "Look sultry. Haha, not constipated, sultry. Like, pouty and sexy. Eh, close enough." "Put your hands on the wall for a minute. Yeah, now stick your butt out and give us a little shake like when you were twerking. Perfect." Crouched behind me, I was sure the view Monique was getting for this shot was borderline obscene, but the hornier I got, the less I cared, and every picture taken and order shouted fanned my inner flames a little higher. Everyone in the room was having a good time. Even Sasha seemed to be enjoying my impromptu modeling session. Suggestions were constantly being thrown at me. I did my best to accommodate, but so many things were being shouted that I could only hear half of them and only had time to do a few of the things they asked before someone else suggested another pose or look and everything previous was forgotten. I must have done ten rounds of the room before Deeta finally gave me a high five and a hug, signaling the end. "Damn, Bex. You're sweaty. We should take you out back and hose you down!" Sweaty I was, but I hoped Deeta was joking about the hose. Strutting and posing was more effort than I had expected and, even scantily clad as I was, I was feeling the heat. The room had quieted down with Monique in the bathroom and Nicky and Deeta comparing pictures on the couch. I found myself standing alone watching two of my friends talk about how much of my body they could see in their pictures and videos. Talking about the way my boobs bounced or how they could see flashes up my skirt. That's when the "what the hell did I just do" feeling started to creep in and I wanted the ground to swallow me up whole. Without the distraction of following new orders and moving around the room, my brain had time to process exactly what I had just done. For the last half hour, I had paraded around in front of four other women like a stripper doing her vulgar dance in the club. If that wasn't bad enough, there was so much recorded evidence of the event that you could cut together a feature length film of my shame. The worst part though, was just how turned on I had gotten during my rounds, and I really hoped that none of the other women would figure that part out. It was at this point that Sasha called me over to the table where she was sitting and asked me to take a seat on one of the chairs there that had been turned outwards to face her. Grateful for the distraction from my sense of self-implosion, I did as she asked. "Here," she stated, handing me a piece of paper with several lines of text on it in her neat handwriting, "Read through this a few times and then we can record it." Looking at what she had written, I gulped and asked Sasha, "Uh, is it really necessary to say this for everybody? Doesn't it really only need to be you if it's for a paper or something?" "We're all part of this experiment and anyone here might end up being eligible for co-authorship, even you. Besides, any of the photos, videos, or insights we're gathering could turn into data points, so it's best that we just include everything up front." Nodding as if I understood and accepted it, even though I wasn't sure about either, I gulped and read the paper a few more times until I was sure I had memorized the few lines on it. Eventually, I looked up from the paper and found Sasha still watching me. "Ready," she asked, raising her phone and eyebrow in unison. No, I told myself. "Yes," I told Sasha. Holding her thumb up, the light on her phone came on and I forced myself to start speaking. "My name is Rebecca Alice Hall. I am a nineteen year old first year student at Mackinaw University. I consent to Sasha Langley, Monique Bonnaire, Nicole Garret, and Padita Bandi taking photographic and video records of me and hereby release the rights for all generated content solely to their ownership to be used at their discretion. I also consent to-" I gulped here, "-to them giving me suggestions and orders that will likely lead to my embarrassment and subsequent sexual arousal with the full knowledge that any following of said commands on my part is entirely voluntary. I agree to do my best to answer all questions about these activities with forthrightness and honesty." The camera light finally flicked off. "Good girl; thank you for that," Sasha praised. Good girl. There was that term again. I felt wetness between my legs on the wooden chair beneath me and became suddenly afraid that my arousal juices would leave a stain on Monique's living room furniture. Scooting my butt forward on the seat, I dragged the fabric of my skirt over the damp patch in an attempt to wipe up whatever fluids I had leaked. Hopefully, there wouldn't be a telling wet stain on my only remaining outer garment. While this was happening, Monique came over and put a hand on my shoulder. "It's official now, Bex: you're the group's guinea pig. Isn't that exciting? Doncha just want to cream yourself at the thought?" Cream. Scream. If only she knew. Fiddling with her phone, Sasha looked up and I heard a chorus of buzzes and text tones around the room. "I have created a group for all of us on the University message boards and posted the video there. Please share any media you have collected with the group in this location going forward." Grabbing my phone from my bag, I pulled up Sasha's link, logging into the school message board to find a thumbnail of myself staring back at me. Clicking the play button, I heard my soft words coming from the tiny speakers and wondered how I had ever convinced myself to say them. Then, looking closer at the small video, I leaned in until my nose was almost touching the phone screen, staring at the tiny triangle of cotton peeking back at me. Rushed as the production had been, I had apparently just sat down as I normally did with my legs crossed. Normally, however, I wasn't wearing a miniskirt that just barely covered my hips, much less my crotch. Staring back at me in all their glory as I promised to be an obedient little lab rat, my bright white unicorn panties teased me with their contrasting presence against the rest of the fairly dark video. The video that I didn't own and had given up all rights to. The video that was now on the internet... I sat my phone down on my book and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to ease my anxiety, then another thought occurred that nearly gave me a heart attack. Was this message board group private? Could anybody else see it? The dozens of very important questions causing chaos in my brain were interrupted, however, when Nicky loudly asked, "Hey, weren't we talking about going out to eat in half an hour? That was forty five minutes ago. I'm getting hangry." "We were talking about walking to Duke's, weren't we?," Deeta asked the group. "I'm still down for that plan." A round of affirmations from everyone but me seemed to set the group in motion. Phones were tucked in pockets, purses were packed, and shoes were shod by everyone but me. Meanwhile, I was stuck standing around wondering when I was going to be given my clothes back. It wasn't until the other four made their way towards the door and Deeta called back, "Bex, you coming?," that I finally spoke up. "Umm, Monique? Can I have my shirt and socks back?" "Haha, silly... Nope! You gave those up of your own volition and they're mine now," Monique replied, looking smug. Nicky, my best friend, my protector, my confidant, was openly snickering at my predicament. "I saw this coming Becca. How did you not?" My mouth just flapped open and closed a few times as I considered this. Grabbing my hand, Deeta pulled me towards the door. "C'mon, girl. Your sweaty bod needs a nice cooldown and it's a lovely evening out there. We're going to a sports bar; it's not like you're going to be the least dressed one there anyway." Looking down at my swelling cleavage and barely covered thighs, I wondered if she could possibly be correct about that. Nonetheless, I allowed myself to be led towards the great outdoors in less clothing than I had ever worn in public before, but still begged, "Can I at least get my purse and shoes?" Giggling, Monique chimed in, "Don't worry, Bex. We'll cover you." Winking, she added, "With money for food, I mean. The rest of you, I wouldn't count on it." Monique was first out the door, followed by Sasha, and then Deeta and myself. Lagging behind, Nicky caught up a moment later and held up my driver's license which she must have grabbed out of my bag. "In case they want ID," she shrugged. Noticing that I didn't have any pockets, she thought for a second and then slid the card into my right bra cup. Feeling the cold plastic against my skin, I realized that my nipples were harder than they had been in a long time and had to bite my lip. I usually rarely touched myself, but I was so pent up at that moment that I would have definitely made an exception, given the opportunity. Not for the first time that evening, I wondered to myself, "Where the hell is all of this coming from?" I wanted to crack my head open and examine my brain with a flashlight to find the crooked piece that was making me want all of this so that I could hammer it flat again. Recovering from my distraction, I saw that the group had started walking off down the sidewalk and had no choice except to hustle after them, my mind whirling at what a walk through the busiest part of our college town would be like dressed, or rather undressed as I was. Thinking about our destination, another thought struck me: I hoped that the bar we were going to didn't have a "No shirt, no shoes, no service" policy, as I had neither of the required articles. Morosely fighting the urge to cover myself, feeling like I was glowing redder than Rudolph's nose, I followed my friends.

Brooke Blackmailed by Delta Venus Brooke Blackmailed 0 - The Setup by Delta Venus Nineteen year old Brooke had a little wild in her. Now that she was attending college, she was expressing herself and taking advantage to let that wild out. Her smooth, silky skin was the color of coffee with a little cream. She wore her hair long and loose, with a little bit of wave to it, an effect that took some maintenance, but was well worth it for the end results. Her face was soft yet proud, with prominant cheekbones, giving her a classic and timeless beauty reminiscent of the old black and white movie star Lana Turner, though she would probably have preferred to be compared to pop star Rihanna rather than a white woman long dead. Like many young women, when she looked in the mirror she focused first on her flaws, exaggerating them way out of proportion to reality. She thought her breasts could be a little bigger, a little firmer, ride a little higher. Her thighs were too thick, and her hips too wide. She had a solid self image, though, and knew she looked good, in spite of these minor imperfections. The boys (and girls!) who paid her lots of attention certainly never seemed bothered by these things, they didn't even seem to notice them. She was definitely of the opinion that if you've got it, you should flaunt it, and she had it. Today she was wearing a light print summer dress, and a pair of strappy sandals. Nothing else, other than a light dose of makeup and a few tasteful pieces of jewelry. Underneath the dress she was completely naked. She loved the easy breezy feel of being naked beneath her outer shell, and the attention she got when she was dressed this way. She loved to tease. The fabric of the dress was just heavy enough that you could see her erect nipples through it, but you couldn't tell they were pierced. The piercings were new enough that she was constantly aware of them, the movement of the cloth against them gave her delightfully sexy shivers all day, keeping her nipples swollen and hard. She had practically been forced to get the piercings by the lady who sold her the cute little Honda she drove, but that is another story! She certainly didn't regret getting them, they looked hot and made her feel just a little wicked. She got home from school that afternoon, and discovered that she had gotten some mail - a large manilla envelope carefully sealed with tape. She never got any mail, other than bills, so she was really very curious as to what might be inside. She took it out into the yard, where she could sit and enjoy the feel of the sun on her body while she opened it. Inside the envelope was a a set of 5 glossy 8x10 pictures, and a short note. She was horribly shocked when she saw the photographs, feeling just as if someone had punched her right in the gut! The pictures were of her, and a large german shepard. They were disgusting! Although she felt a little naseous, she couldn't help but stare at these vile images. How was this possible? She considered herself open minded, and a little kinky, but she had never even dreamed of doing the things these photos showed her doing. She knew she never had, so how the hell could these pictures exist? She had seen the usual Photoshopped pictures the geeks made, pasting their favorite celebrities head on some porn sluts body to jack off to, but these photos looked real! Examining them very closely, repelled but fascinated, to see if there was any way to tell they had been made up, she couldn't see any indication that they were faked, even though they had to be. /Fuck!/ Tearing her eyes away from the images, now seared into her brain, she read the note: Sexy Brooke, you can see that you are in a world of trouble! There is a way out, if you are bold enough. You will be given five tasks to do, and if you do them well, without question, I will destroy the originals of these photographs. If you do not do the deeds, when they are given to you I will send copies to the college Dean, your parents, your friends, and I will post them on the Internet for all the perverts of the World! There will be no negotiation, no backing down. You will never know when or where you will be given a task to perform, so be ready! Either you do as you are told to do, or I send the pictures out like I've promised. You will know the deeds are the real deal, and not just some joker playing with you, because they will all be signed like this note. Love, Omega [symbol] /Oh, holy fuck! This can't be happening! What did I do? Who could this be? I need to get rid of these fucking things NOW!/ Brooke ran into the house, trembling, and put the pictures and the note into the fireplace and burned them, making damn sure they were completely incinerated. She was upset for the rest of the day, worried sick. /What will I have to do to make sure those pictures are *never* seen by anyone? No one will ever believe they are fake, they look *way* too real! Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!/ Even more disturbing to Brooke was the fact that the idea of someone having control over her, and being forced to do God only knows what sort of kinky things, was more than a little exciting. She was still very bothered, and would rather have taken a nasty beating than have to deal with something as fucked up as those pictures, but that didn't keep her subconscious mind from reacting how it would, and being quite turned on. She finally belted a little booze, and took a hot bath to try and relax. While she was in the tub, though, her excitement pushed through to the surface, and she had to aim a pounding hot stream of water at her clit, and finger herself to orgasm. She came like never before, which upset her even more, and she wound up crying herself to sleep, disturbed, but still horny. Brooke Blackmailed 1 - Art Class Brooke had been really freaked out for a few days after receiving the blackmail letter and pictures. She was calmer now, but still worried. She thought about the letter constantly. Who had sent it? Was it someone she knew? What would they ask her to do? Would she be able to go through with the tasks demanded of her? She looked at all her friends and classmates differently now. It could be any one of them. It might be none of them. She had no way of knowing. Not knowing was torture. She wished whoever it was would hurry up and just ask her to do whatever it was they wanted her to do, so she could either do it and be done with the whole affair, or refuse, and take the consequences. She shuddered thinking about those consequences. Even freaked out, she had still gone to class, and hung out with her friends. She didn't want anyone knowing something was the matter, and she worried that if she didn't act normal, that the blackmailer would get frightened, or pissed off, and make good on the threat to expose the phony pictures to anyone and everyone. It was hard to pay attention in class, with such distracting thoughts occupying her mind. Perhaps that is why she never noticed anyone putting a note into her statistics book. Brooke hated statistics, but it was a required course for psychology majors, and while she hadn't yet declared a major, she was leaning heavily towards psychology. She found the note when she opened her book to go over some problems the teacher had assigned them as homework. She didn't read the note until later, she quickly tucked it in the back of the book, but she knew right away what it was. Did someone sneak it in right under her nose, right here in class? They certainly knew what would be happening in class that day, because the note was tucked between the pages for the homework assignment they were going over. The blackmailer could be here in this very classroom, right now! She thought she would have noticed the note if it had been put there earlier, but she couldn't really be sure. Either the blackmailer had access to her things, or was one hell of a sneak. Maybe both. Either thought was frightening. After class, Brooke was nearly trembling when she opened up the neatly folder paper, and read: Dearest Brooke, Task number one is at hand. I know you have free time tomorrow, so you will go to the Art Department. You will volunteer to be a figure model for art class at 2pm. They are already expecting you. I'm sure the sketches and paintings will be lovely! Love, Omega [Omega Symbol] /What the fuck?/ Brooke thought. /Is that all? I can model for an art class, no big deal. There must be something more to it than that. There has to be a catch.../ There was no catch. Brooke just didn't know what a figure model did, or she would have been a little on edge. She enjoyed teasing people with her sexy figure, but she was always wearing clothes when she did so, at the very least a swimsuit. She had never been completely naked in front of strangers, only boyfriends, and a girlfriend or two. Even then only when they were alone and getting intimate, usually in the dark. The closest she had come to being naked for a stranger was being topless in front of the woman who had done her nipple piercings, and the sexy lady who had sold her her car, who was the reason she got the piercings. Brooke had been quite embarassed and flustered, especially by some of the remarks the two of them had made, during that episode. She enjoyed her false sense of calm for most of the afternoon, then curiosity got the better of her. There had to be something about this task, or the blackmailer wouldn't be asking her to do it. She Googled "figure model", and still wasn't getting it, lots of body builder types in skimpy outfits. She had walked around outside in stuff like that, no big deal. Then some of the links lower on the search results caught her eye. Nudes. Nude started to figure prominently in the text, and the pictures at the sites were of naked men and women in various poses. Nothing pornographic, art was a frequently used term, and a lot of it did look arty, but definitely nude. She added "art class" to her search, and all the links featured nudes. /So that's the hook!/ She would have to pose naked for a bunch of art students to draw. The idea made her nervous, but wasn't horrifying. It wasn't something she would have chosen to do, but she thought she could handle it. It might even be fun, after all she did enjoy showing off a little, and teasing. This would be a little outside her comfort zone, but Brooke generally believed being pushed just a little was a good thing. Too bad it was some blackmailing pervert doing the pushing! She did a little research and reading on the subject, since she was already looking. She got a few good tips for first timers, things like bring a robe for changing, and avoid poses with arms up if the pose has to be held for a long time. She read about some first time experiences, all of them shared being nervous at the beginning, but getting used to it over time. She looked at some poses to get an idea of what to do. Having the art class to focus on, she pretty much forgot that this was only the first task, and there were more to come afterwards. She slept well that night, having managed to put the blackmailer out of her mind. Art class was a little more intense than she had planned for. It went pretty much like the stuff she had read about on the net said it would, but while everyone had said they were nervous the first time, she hadn't been prepared for just how nervous she herself would be. She showed up dressed a little more conservatively than she usually dressed, guessing that once it was over she would pretty much be done with showing off for a while. She wore a dark blue dress, a little lighter than navy, that came below her knees and showed no cleavage. For shoes she wore pair of slip on tennis shoes in blue. Underneath her dress, a plain pair of white cotton panties and matching bra, not quite "granny panties", but not far off. She brought a heavy blue cotton bath robe for when she changed clothes. The art department was bustling, and the cute blonde receptionist quickly pointed her to a professor's office when she checked in, saying "Oh, you're the replacement. He's expecting you." The office was typical college, slightly bigger than a closet, but not much. The walls were covered with art of various types, no one style stood out. Some was quite good, other stuff was obviously the work of students. At least that is what Brooke's untrained eye thought, and she was mostly right. She rapped lightly on the open door, and was almost assaulted by rapid fire speech. "Ah! Your Mary's replacement. So sorry to hear she took ill. Have you done any modeling before? No? That's OK, we'll show you the ropes. The job pays $40 for the hour cash money today, under the table, or we can pay you $50 over, but it will take three weeks to get paid, and they'll deduct from it. You can decide afterwards." The man firing words at her like a machine gun was short and skinny, mostly bald, and other than he was old, it was hard to say what his age really was. His hands were stained with paint or ink, maybe both, and so were his well-worn faded jeans and ratty looking collared t-shirt. Colored pencils flowed out of the pocket of the shirt, and paintbrushes were protruding from the holed pockets of the jeans. "Come along, come along, we don't want to be late!" He led Brooke down the hall with rapid strides, walking faster than seemed possible for such a short man, to a classroom, and ducked hurriedly inside. He didn't seem capable of doing anything slowly. Several students were already there, setting up paper and canvas on easels, and there was room for perhaps twenty more. The room was small, but bigger than the office, and featured a small raised podium at the front, maybe eighteen inches high, where a chalk or white board would typically be in a lecture room. Her guide pointed to a door at the side of the podium. "You can change in there, then come on out and we'll get you placed on the podium for your poses. We'll put you through a few different ones, both to keep you from getting fatigued from holding a pose too long, and also to give everyone several different things to draw. You've got a few minutes to catch your breath, but we start class promptly at two." Brooke thought he was the one who needed to catch his breath, but was glad of the extra minute or two to prepare herself. She went into the changing room, this time it was a closet, and the only furnishing was a chair. She took off her clothes, including the shoes, placed them neatly on the chair, and put on her robe. She took several deep breaths, trying to slow her heart down, it was beating a little fast. She was nervous. She was about to be naked in front of a room full of people she had never met. At least she hoped she had never met them. She didn't know what she would do if someone she knew was in the class! That would really be embarrassing. A quick knock on the door let her know it was time. She came out of the changing area, and the first thing she noticed was that the room was now full of students, and they were all staring at her! /Calm down, they aren't staring, they are just looking. Of course, you are what they will be drawing, they need to look at you, quit being silly!/ she thought. It didn't help. They still seemed to be staring, checking her out. She walked to the middle of the podium, and stepped up on it. "OK, OK. Class, this is our model for today, Brooke. If you need to get a closer look at her, please feel free to do so, but stay off the podium. No touching. If you'd like to see her in a different pose, please ask, and we'll have her change things up. OK? OK. I know you all know the rules, but I've got to say them each time, regardless. Now, Brooke, please remove the robe, and pose for us standing up. Keep your feet about shoulder width apart, cock your hip to one side, like this, and put that hand on your hip. Keep the other loose and out of the way. Thank you." Brooke dropped the robe, very aware that every eyeball in the room was now focused on her naked body. She was about to get into the pose the instructor had told her to when he burst out talking again. "No, no! This won't do. I'm sorry, but we need you natural for these poses, you can't be wearing any jewelry. I should have made that clear, yes I should have. No matter! Please remove it, and then assume the pose we need. Thank you!" Jewelry? Brooke wasn't wearing any jewelry that day, except... /Oh, shit! My nipple rings! He means my nipple rings!/ Her hands were trembling as she removed the rings from her nipples, there on display for the whole class. She was blushing fiercely, although with her color of skin it didn't show too much. Her nipples got hard as rocks, and the rest of her body also responded to the stimulation of fumbling the rings out of the holes, and the embarrassing situation. She could feel that her pussy was puffy, the inner pink quite likely protruding just a little, and she was quite moist. /Oh, God! How am I going to handle being like this for an hour?/ She put on a brave face, placed the rings into the pocket of her robe, and assumed the pose. She was sure everyone could see that she was excited. Her legs were just far enough apart to reveal her pussy, especially with her hip cocked, and even if they couldn't see that, her nipples were sticking out like fat pencil erasers, and easy for all to notice. This was far more intense than wearing revealing clothes, giving a quick flash of intimate parts quickly covered up. She was totally exposed, thirty strangers could see every part of her. There were maybe ten girls in the class, the rest were guys. Not only were they looking at everything she had to offer, they did so with openly critical looks, and they didn't just stay in their seats, either. They walked up to the podium, and stared right at whatever part of her they wanted to, and it seemed like the part they were most interested in was her swollen, puffy pussy. Her breasts and erect nipples were certainly looked at, too, but it felt like every guy came up as close as he could, and stared right at her squishy slot. She was wet, and could feel the juices glistening on her inner lips, which were now definitely peeking out from between her outer labia. /Fuck, they are getting one hell of a show!/ thought Brooke. /I can't wait until this is over. I'm mortified! I've never been so embarrassed in my life./ After about 15 minutes, the instructor had her assume a new pose. This one was worse. She was reclined on a sofa bench he hauled over from the edge of the classroom, leaning on her side, facing the students. One leg bent at the knee, and raised, touching the back of the sofa, the other dangling off the sofa to the font. She didn't think she could have been more exposed if she had just laid down on her back and spread her legs as wide as they would go. With this pose her pubic area was well exposed, and totally on display. Brooke had tried to keep her eyes focused on nothing, somewhere at the back of the room, both to avoid eye contact with the students, and so she wouldn't see just how much of herself was being displayed. She had accidentally taken a peek while she was getting into this pose, and saw that her inner pinkness was very visible, and that she was indeed glistening. That was the only word for it, under the bright lights of the art classroom, her pink parts were glistening like early morning dew on the grass under bright sunshine. She kept hoping the nervousness would either go away, or at least keep her from being excited. It didn't. In fact her level of embarrassment kicked up a notch when she felt a drop of juice slide from her pussy lips, and trickle down to hit the sofa. /Oh, my God!/ She breathed slowly and deeply, trying to think of anything else but her arousal and embarrassment. Just when she thought she might be getting some control of her body, a dorky looking guy walked up from his easel, and stood right in front of her, obviously staring right at her honey hole and the juices that were leaking from it. He kept his face still, not giving away what he was doing, but he blew a sharp, hard breath right on her pussy! /Motherfucker!/ The cold sharp evaporative power of the breath made her lips swell even more as blood flowed in to try and combat the cooling. She almost flinched, but she was concentrating so hard on not moving, and trying to ignore all the people looking at her, that she never budged. She did quickly think about ratting this nerdy asshole out to the instructor, but the sudden thought that he might be the blackmailer kept her from doing so. When she didn't react, he blew again, a little longer, but just as strongly, and her pussy couldn't help but react. She could feel her clit starting to peak out of its hiding place, swollen and very tender. The dork sat back down, but other guys came up to take his place, and stare. Even two of the girls approached, and looked her over carefully, and she would swear that their eyes all lingered quite a while on her exposed, now very engorged and sensitive, private parts. The next pose, which turned out to be the last, wasn't as bad. She was on all fours, her side to the students. Her pussy was still visible, but only when they walked around to the side of the podium to look. This didn't happen as often, but it did happen. One of the other guys knew the breath trick, too, and blew on her exposed pussy and anus with considerable force. It evaporated some of her juices, which kept her very sensitive and swollen, and tickled her puckered asshole, too. When the class ended Brooke was still nervous, very aroused, and quite embarrassed. She threw her robe on quickly, and was in the changing room in a flash. She had never dressed so quickly in her life. When she emerged, the students were all gone, but some of the artwork was still on the easels. Most of the likenesses were quite good, but Brooke only noticed that they had indeed captured her arousal, and the drawings, and one roughed in painting, clearly showed her very erect nipples and her puffy pussy with its protruding pinkness. She was blushing hard as she practically ran out of the art department, so flustered she forgot about getting paid, and the cute blonde receptionist had to flag her down. "Miss, Miss. Miss! Your money, don't forget your money! We need you to sign these forms, too." Brooke quickly scrawled her signature on the forms the blond showed her, collected the $40, and had to force herself not to run as she left the building in a hurry. She was hoping and praying she wouldn't bump into any of the students on her way off campus, and felt lucky and relieved when she didn't. /At least I don't know any of them, none of them share any of my classes!/ she thought. She drove home, a little too quickly, but she got there fine. She had a glass of wine to try and relax, then a belt or two of booze when the wine didn't do the trick. She wasn't much of an early drinker, but she really felt the need to have something steady her nerves. It helped a little, but she was still aroused, which bothered her. /How can something that made me feel so nervous and embarrassed turn me on so much?/ she wondered. It finally took a hot bath, and more importantly, a hard spay of water focused on her swollen clit wringing a few really strong orgasms from her body, to finally unwind the tension. She fell asleep that night, still a little disturbed by the day's events. The next day, on returning home from school, she found a long cardboard tube with the mail, the type that blueprints and posters are put inside to keep them from being damaged. She pulled out a rolled up sheet of paper to find a very well done color copy of what was probably the best drawing done in the art class, and a small note. The drawing was top notch, the artist had captured her perfectly. The face was flawless, showing her nervous excitement well, and was almost photographic in quality - there was no mistaking who it was a drawing of. The rest of the drawing was just as well executed, you could even make out the tiny holes in her very erect nipples where the rings she wore would go. Needless to say the pussy was just as well done, with her inner lips prominent and her clit just peeking out from under its hood, and juicy, it was obvious she had been quite wet, and the drawing showed it perfectly. The note was short. Sexy Brooke, I copied the best drawing from the class. It turned out even better than I had hoped. Task two soon! Love, Omega [Omega Symbol] Brooke Blackmailed 2 - A Signature Event Brooke tossed and turned all that night. She never woke all the way up, but she never really settled into a solid sleep state either. She was tired when the alarm went off, but struggled out of bed instead of hitting the snooze button, knowing an extra few minutes just weren't going to do anything for her. She dropped the oversize t-shirt she wore as a nightie, and ducked into the shower. The hot pulsing water helped get the blood flowing, and she felt almost human when she got out to towel off, and started to work on her hair. It was then that Brooke had a sudden realization! She had replaced one of the models for the art class, that was why they had let her do the job, they had been expecting her. That girl, the one whose place she took, must know the blackmailer! All she had to do was find her and drag it out of her. Maybe she could talk to whoever was doing this, and come up with some other arrangements. Maybe she could find those fake-ass filthy photographs herself and destroy them. Maybe trying to find out anything would get her into more trouble if she was discovered. Fuck it, she had to try! She went to the art department later that day, right after statistics class. She still wondered if one of her fellow students in statistics was the blackmailer. Maybe she would find out! The cute girl was still playing receptionist, and smiled at her when she approached the desk. "Want to apply to model again? It is easy money, a lot of girls come back when they need a few bucks. You sure seemed nervous last time, though, I didn't expect to see you in here again." "No, I just wanted to thank the girl whose place I took, but I seem to have lost her phone number..." "Well, normally I'm not supposed to give out personal information, but since you did her a favor, I don't see the harm in it. You're not a stalker, are you?" She laughed, wrinkling her button nose when she did. It made her look even cuter. "No. Not a stalker," Brooke chuckled along with her, humoring the girl, even though she didn't think it was at all funny. Nor did she think the girl should be giving out anyone's personal information, but she wasn't going to bitch about that now since she was the one asking for it. The girl looked in her files, and scribbled the information on a scrap of paper. Mary Beech 555-4062 She handed it to Brooke. Brooke felt lighter than air. She knew who the girl was now, and she was that much closer to finding out who the blackmailer was, and maybe ending this nightmare. She would call her tomorrow, and find out what the girl knew if she had to beat it out of her. For now she would play it cool, hang out with some friends at the coffee shop, just like any other Wednesday, and then do her homework. If someone was watching her, it was bad enough she had gone back to the art department, she wanted to leave no other clues that she might be trying to find out who the blackmailer was. She was distracted the rest of the day, but her shallow minded coffee buddies never noticed, they just chatted on and on about the same meaningless stuff they always did. Clothes. Boys. Teachers they hated. /Did I ever find this entertaining?/ Brooke thought, in between thoughts about who the blackmailer might be, and what the art class girl, Mary, might be able to tell her. /What a bunch of mindless, boring, useless garbage./ After school, she arrived home, changed into some lounge around the house sweats, and did homework until it was time for bed. For the first night in many, she fell asleep fairly easily, untroubled by the events that had swept her up like a raging current against which stuggling did no good. She would find out who was doing all this to her, and make it stop. With that comforting thought, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Brooke awoke fairly refreshed, but a little apprehensive. What if Mary wouldn't talk? /Fuck that! She'll talk, or I'll rip her tongue out!/ What if she couldn't get hold of Mary until after Saturday? That thought troubled her more. She was nervous dialing the number, and almost hung up when she got an answering machine. "Hello. You've reached Mary's place. I'm out in the world, so you'll have to leave a message. You know what to do.... BEEP." "Ah, uh, Mary? This is Brooke. The girl who replaced you as a model for the art class? Uh, ah, I need to talk to you... its sort of important. Please call me back." She left her number, and hung up. Now she had to wait. /This sucks! What will I do if she doesn't call me back? I'll find out where she lives, somehow. I need to know who is doing this to me! But how? Fuck. I'll give her a chance to call, but if she doesn't call soon, I'm going to go out of my mind!/ Time slowed. Brooke fretted all that day, waiting for her phone to ring. Every minute was torture, as she thought about having to do some other task soon, and God only knew what that task might be. Finally, around dinner time, her phone rang! She hoped it was Mary, and sure enough the screen listed Mary's number. "Hello!" she answered in breathless excitement. Her heart sank when she heard what Mary could tell her, which wasn't much. "I know why you called. The note said you would. I'm supposed to tell you that calling me shows you aren't doing what you should be doing, and if you keep it up it won't be good. I'm also supposed to tell you how you took my place. I got a note telling me to call in sick, tell them I had a replacement lined up, and give your name. The note came with two left halves of hundred dollar bills, and said I'd get the other halves if I did this. I'm sorry, but I really needed the money. The note also said you would call, like you did, and that I was to tell you all this, and nothing else. I did get the other halves, so you really did me a big favor. Again, I'm sorry, but I have to go now." Click. /FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!/ Brooke slammed her phone on the table, and threw her books across the room in utter frustration. /The blackmailer knew!/ Not only was it all planned out so well, but her moves had been anticipated, and arranged for, like a chess game you've lost but haven't finished, with no options but to go through the motions or topple your king and surrender. "FUCK!" she screamed out loud, instead of just in her head. It didn't make her feel any better, but she had to let off some steam or explode. Finally she calmed down. /Maybe I won't get another task, it has been a few days.../ No such luck. After another night of tossing and turning, filled with horrible dreams she couldn't quite remember that left her sweating and anxious all the same, Brooke woke to find an envelope shoved under the front door. A Valentine's Heart card /That sick fucker!/, with a neatly folded note inside: Lovely Brooke, Your next task is at hand! Nothing difficult. You are to collect a few autographs is all, Saturday, in the park. Of course, to make things interesting you won't be using an autograph book, or a notepad, or any paper at all. You will be what the guys will sign! One signature on each of your breasts, one signature on each of your inner thighs, and one signature on the panties you will wear that day. You must take the panties off in front of the person that signs them, keeping your skirt up until they are done, then you can put them back on. When you have all five signatures, go to the photo booth at the North end of the park, and pose for a self portrait. All the signatures must be visible in the picture, and you have to be holding up the panties, not wearing them. Someone will use my name to collect the photo afterwards. You have until 2PM, or you know what! Here's a list of vendors who are expecting you, or you can collect autographs from anyone else in the park if you wish... but all five have to be different people, no repeats. Kisses! Omega [Omega Symbol] There was a list of ten names, three women and seven guys, along with their locations in the park, like the Banana On A Stick place in front of the Aviation Museum. The park wasn't just a little patch of dirt with a swingset or two, it was acres of gardens and musuems and other cultural sites, a major showplace and destination for locals and tourists alike. Being so popular, it was usually very crowded, which meant that Brooke would be collecting her autographs very much in public. No small classroom with twenty or thirty bored students mostly used to naked women, even the less crowded spots were likely to have hundreds of people milling around. The feminine names were a tease, she was sure. A trade off - expose herself only to another woman, but the locations given for these women were of course the most crowded spots in the park, one was right next to the signature fountain that everyone and their uncle wanted to have their picture taken in front of, there wasn't a place in the park with more people night or day. /Oh, fuck ME! This is bad, very bad... how can I do this? I *have* to. I'll just go early, and get the autographs as quickly as possible. There will be a shitload of people, but if I'm quick about it, not too many will see me. It won't be as bad as letting those art class assholes stare right at me for an hour.../ Brooke tried to psych herself up, convince herself this very public outing wouldn't be so bad, but it was a hard sell. She'd been in the park, even on bad days, and it was always packed. Always. There was no way she wasn't going to be seen by loads and loads of people, even if she was quick. And who were these people who were expecting her? They'd be in on the blackmailer's plans to humiliate her, they weren't going to let her do things quickly and cover back up, they'd surely make her stay exposed and show her off as much as possible. If she had looked in the mirror right then, she'd have seen that her fair, pretty face was already blushing fiercely. /Fuck!/ She had all that day to think about it, and was very distracted in her classes, dreading her day in the park. One of her teachers really reamed her out for not being prepared when she couldn't correctly answer some questions about that days assignment, even though she had done the work and had it right there in front of her. She wound up bailing on her last class of the day, because she just couldn't deal with it. Instead, she went home, and broke out the now familiar bad-habit bottle, and got stinking drunk. Not the smartest move. It did allow her to sleep, or at least pass out, without having any horrid dreams, but she woke up late, and hung over. /Oh, great! So much for my early start... dumb! Dumb! Dumb! I deserve this headache.../ Already past ten, she hurried through a quick shower, and got dressed as quickly as her aching body would let her. She picked out a loose blouse, that would let her expose a single breast at a time if she was careful about it, and cover back up quickly. A plain pair of panties that would come off easily, and a skirt that came down just short of her knees. It could be pulled up in front while still hanging down in the back, keeping her ass covered, and her exposure to a minimum, while still obeying the rules she'd been given. She added a pair of flat sandals, and figured that would do for the day. She scurried out to the kitchen, to prepare something quick and easy to take with her, but her stomach roiled and protested at the thought of food. /Fuck it, I need to get going anyways!/ She grabbed her keys, and headed out the door, head still pounding, and in such a hurry she almost forgot the list of names. She was getting in her car when she thought about who she would get to sign first, and where she should park, when she realized she didn't have the list. /Damn! That would have been fucked up. Get it together, girl!/ She hurried back inside and snatched the list, and practically ran back to her car. Seconds later she was flying towards the park, driving much too fast. Luck was with her, and she avoided any run-ins with the law, and didn't crash into anyone else, although she had a few close calls. She never noticed. The parking lots were fairly full, but she found a spot not too far from the North end of the park, where she would have to finish her task at the self shot photo booth. /Lot of people here today... duh, it is the weekend. Don't think about it, just do it!/ She attracted more than a few looks as she strolled rapidly through the park towards her first destination. In spite of taking no time to do up her hair, and wearing almost no make up, she was still quite a looker in her loose, casual outfit. Her long legs were shown off to great effect by the above the knee skirt, her muscles working smoothly as she kept up a quick pace, her ass carrying a sexy wiggle back and forth from her momentum. Her tits bounced freely as she moved, obviously unrestrained, showing off nice glimpses of dark cleavage and promising swells as they shifted under the relaxed fit of her blouse. Even the hair was working for her, the tousled just out of the shower look coming off as a little wild but carefully styled, an effect many pay big money at top salons to achieve. Brooke was aware of the looks. Normally she cultivated them, liking very much to be noticed. Today, though, she really wished she were invisible. Old habits die hard, though, and she unconsciously added a little more swing to her hips, and she flushed a little with pride, and just a touch of excitement at being attractive enough to cause roaming eyes to focus her way. Being found sexy by others made her feel sexy, even when she was dressed like shit, nervous to near panic, and hung over as hell. The conscious part of her very much wished they'd stop noticing her, though. She knew she had things to do she didn't want to be seen doing, and having all the male heads swivel as she went by was not helping her nerves at all. The hot dog stand she picked for her first signature gathering wasn't the most secluded spot on the list. Her thinking was that early in the day, before the crowds swelled, it would be better to get a more populated area out of the way, saving the places likely to have fewer people for later in the day. It was situated at the lesser used side entrance to children's zoo, an inconvenient way in, only used by people forced to park in the overflow parking lot when the main lot was full. There were a few cars in the lot, but it looked like she had made a good choice, as it was only a few, and there didn't seem to be many more piling in. She slowed her pace as she approached the stand, getting more nervous the closer she got. The pimply teenager manning the stand had a big grin on his face. With stringy red hair, and a complexion combining the worst of acne and freckles resembling a bad case of chicken pox, he looked like Howdy Doody in the throes of puberty. Brooke hoped for his sake that he had guessed who she was, and that the stupid grin wasn't his usual expression, because it really made him look like the 50's wooden puppet, except stupider. Brooke took a deep breath. /Get it over with girl. No one is here!/ "Hi. I hope you are expecting me. I'm supposed to get an autograph..." "Sure! I was hoping you'd show up here. I have a pen right here, as a matter of fact!" Brooke didn't think it possible, but his grin got even wider. She quickly pulled her blouse aside, baring her right tit, and leaned in towards the hot dog dork so he could sign. To her surprise, he only ogled her for a moment before signing her tit in magic marker with a flourish. The whole thing had taken less than a minute, and she hadn't been exposed for half that time, and then only to the teenage vendor - there wasn't anyone else around. It had been easy! The relief of getting it done was a rush, and she felt a little dirty for showing off to this young guy, she normally didn't tease teenagers, and the combination left her feeling tingly. "Damn! You have nice tits, Brooke. I'm glad you picked me. I wish I could stare at you all day. Thanks for the show!" The praise was a little embarassing, but also flattering, and added to that tingly feeling. Wanting to run off, and get the rest of this day over with, she still felt a little obliged to the guy for being so cool about it. He could have been a real ass, and he hadn't. "I'm glad it was you. I'm sure you'll land a sexy girlfriend to look at all the time, you are such a nice guy. I appreciate you not making this awkward for me, you're a sweetie." With that said, Brooke trotted off before the situation got too weird. She felt kindly towards the guy for not being a jerk, but didn't want to encourage him too much, or give him a chance to change into an asshole. Even nice guys can make that switch given the right stimulus. No reason to push her luck, and the clock was ticking anyways. The next destination she had decided on was the balloon stand, almost all the way on the other side of the park. Again she attracted many roving eyes as she hurried across the lush acreage, her fine figure and easy athletic motion just drew eyeballs the way a flame draws moths. It was enough attention that the tingly feeling she had leaving the hot dog stand did not go away. It didn't grow, but it stayed constant, a warmness and excitement that was familiar, normally quite enjoyable, but today a little disturbing. /I don't need these distractions! Get a grip, Brooke, and get this shit over and done with.../ The balloon stand was the complete opposite of the hot dog stand. Normally a fairly empty part of the park, there were a few people wandering around when Brooke arrived, and while they mostly left with hanging around long, new faces replaced them at a fairly constant rate. This autograph session wasn't going to be witness free. The guy running the stand was probably around 25, and quite good looking, in a GQ sort of way. Wavy black hair with greasy pomade, a lantern jaw with just a touch of shadow, and a very athletic build. He was slick, with a sly smile. He also turned out to be an asshole, or at least Brooke thought so. "Ah, Brooke. So glad to see you. Of course I haven't seen as much of you as I might, now, have I?" he chuckled at his own humor. Brooke was nervous. She didn't like having anyone around, but there didn't seem to be anything to do about that. She'd waited a few moments, scoping out the scene, before approaching, and had seen that the crowd was fairly steady. Waiting longer might only make the numbers go up. She also didn't like the way this guy was acting, he seemed a little too smooth, the type of guy she would brush off at a party, sure he was just acting the Playa. "So you are expecting me? Good. Let's get this done with, OK?" "Fine, fine, girl. No problem. Always eager to please," he said, his smile looking as greasy as his slicked back hair as he waved a Magic Marker. Brooke pulled her blouse aside, baring her left tit. As she did, one of the passing strollers noticed, looked shocked then pleased, and stopped to watch. /Fucking great! Now I've got an audience. I hope no one else notices... hurry up, asshole!/ But hurrying up was not on the asshole's agenda. He just sat there waving the Magic Marker, and admiring her bare breast. "Come on, come on," pleaded Brooke. "People are noticing, and I need to move on!" "Relax, babe. Just admiring the view. No big deal if a few people get a view, you're a lovely sight." He paused, drawing things out some more, before continuing. "Besides, you didn't ask me nicely, and I think I'd rather sign your thigh than your tits. Better put that away and raise your skirt, before I change my mind, and don't sign at all." /Fucker!/ Brooke covered herself back up, and seriously considered just leaving and getting a signature from somewhere else, but time was slipping by at an amazing rate, racing towards her deadline. When she noticed the guy who had stopped was now moving on, figuring the show was over, she decided to go ahead and get the thigh signature from the balloon selling jackass, and at least get something for her troubles. "OK, OK, please, just sign, OK? Will you sign my thigh?" The GQ jerk acted like he was thinking about it for a moment before saying yes. Brooke pulled up her skirt, and raised her right leg some, so he had a clear shot at her thigh. She was relieved when he actually signed with the Magic Marker, although she could have done without him rubbing the back of his hand across her mound when he got to the end. She quickly dropped her skirt, and ran. She noticed several people had been watching, and heard a wolf whistle as she fled. What would they think had been going on? She felt so embarrassed! She was flushed, blushing, and hated to admit that the brief touching of her pussy the jerk had done felt good, but it had, and both the rush of blood from blushing and the touch had heightened the tingling that had started at the hot dog stand. She was turned on, although not exactly happy about it. She felt a little like her body was betraying her. She finally stopped running, and sat on a bench to catch her breath. No one seemed to have followed her at least. She had no idea what she would do if someone did. After she calmed down a little bit, and her pounding heart had slowed some, she looked at her watch. /Fuck! It's one O'clock. I've only got about an hour left!/ Brooke quickly decided to hit another balloon stand, this one near to the Modern Art Museum, because that area was usually a little less attended than other more popular spots in the park. She dog trotted off that direction, afraid to just walk because time was running out to get this task done, plus she really wanted it to be done and over with. Failing to meet the deadline would have such bad consequences, but she was also really nearing the edge of freaking out. The public exposure, combined with the time pressure, was giving her the worst case of nerves she had ever had, and the teasing by that last prick really hadn't helped matters. Her gut felt like it was about to explode when she saw who was manning the balloon stand. She hadn't known the name from the list, but she sure recognized him. It was one of the guys who had been in the art class! /Fuck!/ A quick look at her watch, and Brooke knew she had no time to go pick someone else, she needed another signature right away! Almost trembling, she quickly approached the balloon vendor and wanna be art student. "Uh, hey, uh..." "Ah, Brooke! I was told you might be in the park today. What luck! I assume you need my autograph, right?" he chuckled. "Yes, yes that is right. Would you please sign my breast? I hate to cut things short, but I'm sort of on a deadline, so could you make it quick? Please!?" "Anything for a lovely lady. Where should I sign?" Brooke steeled herself to not look around. She knew there were people watching, but she was trying very hard to pretend they weren't there. She opened her blouse, and popped out her breast to be signed. She heard a gasp and a couple of chuckles, which made it really hard to pretend she was unobserved, but she kept her head locked straight ahead, and tried her best. This prick had seemed like he might just sign and be done with it, but it wasn't to be. He started making a little doodle first, and with every stroke of the pen his hand kept brushing against her nipple ring, giving it little tugs and flicks. After he had drawn a small cat at the inside of her cleavage, and labeled it "sweet pussy", he signed his name with a flourish. Then he gave a quick, sharp breath right at her nipple, already throbbing and erect from his earlier tweeking. The breath shot a shock right up Brooke's spine, an instant flashback to her bare pussy getting the same treatment in front of the art class. Her body pulsed, her nipples grew even taughter, and her pussy actually began to drip. "There! A real work of art! And the drawing ain't bad, either!" he sniggered at his crude joke, but by the time he had started laughing, Brooke had her breast tucked away, and was making rapid time away from the stand. She flushed so fully with embarrassment she got light headed, for as she turned away, she saw that at least twenty people had been doing nothing but watching her get a drawing on her bare tit, some a little shocked, but most of them giggling and laughing about it. /God! They must think I'm such a slut.../ Brooke moaned almost out loud, even giving out a little squeak as she once again ran away. /I've got to get through this, and fast, or I'll never finish. Where to next? It's all going to be crowded now. I'm so *FUCKED!*/ As she hurried off, she saw a frozen banana stand that was tucked out of the way of the main thoroughfares. /Bingo! That one is on the list, and there is hardly anyone around!/ She threaded through a hedge and a set of benches to the stand quickly. "Hi! You've been expecting me, right? I need your autograph!" Her skirt was up, and her thigh stood exposed, ready for a signature, before she had even caught her breath, or the semi-stunned guy behind the stand could even answer. He was quick on the uptake, though, and whipped out a marker. "Now, come over here where I can do a good job." He proceeded to move her this way, then that way, obviously delaying and prolonging her exposure. What had seemed like a good location quickly proved otherwise, as she hadn't gone far away fast enough to keep many of the people who had seen her get her tit signed by the balloon man from catching up to enjoy another show and tell session. Mostly guys, but a few girls too. Her audience had grown! Now there had to be fifty people looking at her raised skirt and exposed thigh, and with considerable embarassment Brooke realized that there was an obvious damp spot on her panties! Nothing to do but grin and bear it, she patiently waited for the bannana vendor to sign her thigh, with her heart pounding so hard and fast it felt like it was about to explode out of her mouth. When he finally did sign, Brooke immediately exploded into a sprint, and ran away from the crowd as fast as she could. She was so full of adrenaline it had been hard to hold still long enough for the signature. A couple guys tried to jog along with her, sure that something else was bound to happen with this hot girl, but they gave up as she really left them in the dust. A final comment she heard just before she ducked around a bathroom was "Must be some kind of Sorority prank or something. She sure seemed to be enjoying it, though!" /One last signature!/ Of course it was the worst one, her panties. She wouldn't just be exposing a tit, or showing off her legs this time. Everyone around was going to see her bare snatch as she had to remove the panties to be signed, and hold up her skirt, staying completely exposed to one and all, until they were signed and she put them back on. She had been saving one of the girls on the list for this one, thinking that another girl would feel bad for her, and not make a huge scene or embarass her further. Unfortunately she didn't know that the girl she had picked was a lesbian, and quite fond of humiliating other girls for fun and excitement. Brooke made her way to the West end of the park, where the girl on the list sold sunglasses. This was also not too far from the photo booth at the north end she had to finish this event in. /Damn! I know what to do in the booth!/ Her sudden insight of what she was going to do about the final picture eased her mind a bit, but her heart was still pounding in her chest, and she felt flushed, almost woozy. Turned on, nervous, flushed from exertion, and embarrassed all at the same time had her entire nervous system sizzling. She approached the sunglass hut darn near a complete wreck, and if she had known what the cute redhead working there was about to do, she would have said "Fuck It!" and run away. The redhead was cute, too, the kind of girl Brooke would normally have quite a bit of fun flirting with. "I need your autograph!" "What exactly am I supposed to sign?" "My panties." "Ohh. I don't know... we could get in a lot of trouble!" "Come on, you've been waiting for me. Please help me, I don't have much time left!" "OK. Take 'em off. You do know the rules, right?" Brooke nodded, bit her lip, raised her skirt and tucked it so it would stay up, then peeled her panties down and gave them to the girl. She was naked from the waist down, and a sharp, loud wolf whistle made her jump and almost faint. She had at least as much of a crowd as she had at the banana stand, and the comments were flying. "Look at her!" "What is she doing?" "What a slut!" "Look, she is shaved clean!" and many more lewd, insulting, and humiliating things were being said, some right to her - "Turn around so we can get the whole view!" The redhead made a show of waving the panties around for all to see. "I need to dry these out before I can sign them, they are too wet to take any ink. What exactly have you been doing today?" she winked. "Must have been some fun! Oh, I don't have a pen, wait right here..." and before Brooke could say or do anything, she had disappeared with the panties through a door right behind the sunglass hut, and was gone! /Oh, *SHIT!* What can I do? I can't put my skirt down, I can't just run away, but I can't just stand her half naked and wait! *FUCK!*/ Brooke was a trembling wreck, standing with her skirt up, her wet pussy totally exposed for a large crowd of strangers to stare at, not knowing what to do with herself. Someone started to clap, and it caught on, and Brooke was now being assaulted by loud applause and whistles. "When is the next show, babe?" "Take the rest off!" Brooke was about to run lest she faint when the girl finally took mercy on her, and emerged from the back room with the panties signed. It looked like the whole thing was over, until it became obvious that the girl wasn't going to just hand them over, she wanted to put them on Brooke herself. Brooke couldn't do anything but step into them, and let the girl pull them up until they were snug tightly against her mound, shifting them around and rubbing her pussy in front of the applauding crowd. She pulled her hand back, showing off the obvious moisture there, and then made a show of smelling and then tasting her fingers. "God damn, that's some tasty pussy!" The crowd roared! As soon as the girls hands were off her, Brooke had her skirt down, and this sprint made her earlier runs look quite amateur. The photo booth was all she could think about now, even as she ran she could feel her juices soaking her panties, her heaving chest made her throbbing nipples ache, and the nipple rings were no help as they caught on her blouse, tugging and teasing them even more. But there was the photo booth! Brooke dived inside, and it seemed she had gotten away from her admirers. /5 minutes to spare! I did it!/ Now Brooke put her hastily conceived plan into effect. She really had been dreading having to take this picture, with her breasts and pussy exposed, but the worst of it was her face. She didn't need any more blackmail material out there, although it was obvious that her tormentor could create much worse. But why provide fuel for the fire? Brooke undid her blouse, exposing the two signatures and the little drawing on her chest, took her panties off, and making sure the signature side was showing, prepared to take the picture she was required to take. Legs spread wide, showing off both of the signatures on her thighs, and her now very sloppy slit, she held the panties up as the camera flashed, catching everything in its winking lens - except her face! She kept that little secret hidden behind the panties. She might have to show off everything else, but there wasn't going to be any way they could tell for sure who was doing the showing! She felt almost victorious over her blackmailer. She had followed the rules, but kept a little something of herself back. She had a tinge of fear that the blackmailer might get pissed, and do something in retaliation, but she had followed the rules... /Fuck it! I had to do something.../ Brooke quickly put her panties back on, and covered up. The printed picture, with its typical four frames, was ready in the pickup slot, and it was perfect. All four shots clearly showed all the signatures, and all of Brooke for that matter, except her face. The panties covered it almost perfectly. Her pussy was prominently on display, pouty and puffy; her nipples, adorned by the rings, were obviously swollen and tender; but you could not see her face behind the wet panties with their slightly smeared signature. Brooke had hardly emerged from the booth when the girl from the sunglass hut strolled up. "Omega sent me. He thought you might pick me, so he did too. I need the picture, it is time." Brooke reluctantly handed over the picture. "Nice! I see you covered your face without technically breaking the rules. Clever. I'm sure Omega will let you get away with that, but he'll probably also make you regret doing it. I'm impressed, though. Keep up the good work, you get through this soon." The girl gave Brooke a quick peck on the cheek, turned away, and was gone in the crowd. Brooke turned as well, and practically limped out to the parking lot. She felt like she had run a marathon, and the let down was intense. She napped in the car for half an hour before she felt like she had enough strength to drive home. She moped around the house the rest of the day, and tried to go to bed early. Sleep wouldn't come, though, as a few thoughts ran through her head again and again. /What are they going to do with that picture? And what will I have to do next...?/ And /Why did that girl seem to know so much? She has to know Omega, or be in on the whole thing. Maybe *SHE* is Omega! Fuck, it doesn't matter, does it? I almost wound up fucked when I tried to find out anything from that art model. It isn't worth it. Like she said, it is almost over... But is it?/ DV

Becca's New Experience byWhO2© Becca's New Experience Pt. 01 Becca had been in the closet for over an hour. She had experienced more in that time than in any other year of her short life. Her head swirled with new concepts, questions, feelings, and uncertainties. But most of all, there was a new feeling deep inside her that would not go away. She looked out the small opening at Jenn and DJ. They were still naked; uncovered for her curios eyes to explore. She studied the differences in their bodies, noticing appealing aspects of each, wondered how they interacted and what each of them must have felt when they were together. She looked at DJ's manliness, but it was not nearly as impressive as it had been when he was with her sister. She wandered what would it be like to touch it or to taste it like Jenn had? Were they all the same, or were there differences unique to each one? Would she enjoy having it inside her the way Jenn had, or would she hate it the way her friends talked about? Becca had woken that morning so much closer to innocence, with no concern bigger that what her teachers would be like when school started or what she should wear when she went out with the other drill team officers that evening. But now her life was more complicated - she had more questions than answers, and that was a new and uncomfortable experience for her. She looked one last time towards the bed and its occupants. Some time had passed since they had moved, and their breathing was now very regular. Becca held the blue miniskirt tight against her chest and pushed the closet door open. As quietly as humanly possible, she tiptoed out of the room. Neither figure stirred as she open the bedroom door or closed it behind her when she entered the hall. She took her first really deep breath in well over an hour, and with her mind and her heart racing, she headed for the security of her own bedroom. * * * Becca quietly closed her bedroom door behind her and locked it. Jenn and DJ were asleep, but she didn't want to wake them - she needed a few minutes of uninterrupted peace and quiet so she could think about everything she had seen and felt over the last hour. She turned on her stereo, cleared a spot on the disaster that had once been her bed, and climbed in. The images in her mind were still so fresh and vivid that she couldn't block them out. She wasn't even sure that she wanted to. Closing her eyes, she pictured DJ naked with his erection standing out from between his legs. She could see the dark redness of the head and the curly blackness of the hair around it; and then it disappeared. First it slid silently into Jenn's mouth and then reappeared glistening with her saliva, and then it went deep into her body and caused both exquisite pleasure and pain. Next, she pictured the look on Jenn's face as DJ's erection moved in and out of her and then the tension in her legs as he kissed between them. And finally, she remembered the tingling between her own legs as she watched them and as she touched herself. It seemed to get more real the longer she remembered them together. All of these thoughts raced in and out of her consciousness both intriguing and teasing her. She wasn't sure if it was right or wrong, but she enjoyed the way the images made her feel. The more she fantasized about them, the more real her own tingling began to feel. She decided that, right or wrong, she had to give in to those feelings. She felt a smile spread across her face as any remnants of guilt left her, and a warm feeling spread through her body instead. She concentrated on that new feeling, trying to determine exactly where it came from and what caused it. As she became more aware of her own body and how it could feel, she finally determined what was causing this new sensation in her - while fantasizing about Jenn and DJ, her hand, seemingly of its own free will, had again found the sensitive spot between her legs. Aware of what she was doing, Becca pulled her hand away from the source of pleasure. She had heard stories in church about what happened to people who pleasured themselves, and when she was younger she knew a girl who thought she was going to go blind because she had done it. But as the tingling stopped, it left an unfulfilled craving inside her. More than any other thing in the world, at that moment she had to try to relieve that yearning. For the first time, she knowingly placed her hand on the very lowest part of her stomach. Slowly, she ran her finger over the smooth silkiness of her panties. Everything she touched with that hand seemed to come alive with exquisite sensation. The smallest detail of her body now had magnificent proportions. She noticed the warmth of her soft skin beneath the silky material, and as she made her way lower, the slight coarseness of her pubic hair. Next, she felt a slight rise, and a little further on there was a separation as the skin made two distinct ridges. As she traveled between these ridges, the pleasure became more intense. And as the ridge turned downward and went between her legs, there was a spot of such intense pleasure that she allowed her touch to linger there for a moment. When she continued her journey of exploration, she noticed how wet her panties became the further she reached between her legs, just as they had in the closet earlier. Becca withdrew her hand, and as she took a few deep breaths, she again felt the craving deep within her. She thought about the look of fulfillment that Jenn and DJ wore as they slept after their encounter. And then she thought about the inconceivable pleasure that the touch of her own finger between her legs had caused. She decided that if there were anything she could do about it, she would never again endure this feeling of hunger. She got up from the bed and double-checked to make sure the door was locked. Then she went to her mirror. While studying her own image in it, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She let it fall to the floor, and then grasped the elastic of her panties. She pushed them down past the curve of her hips where they were free to fall to the ground. Becca stood there for a moment studying her body, and for once she did not compare it to Jenn's. She was taller than her sister, and her legs were longer and not quite as muscular. The hair between her legs was a sandy blonde color instead of black like her sister's and was triangular shaped instead of trimmed into a thin mohawk. And her breasts were globe-shaped like Jenn's but larger and fuller, and capped with lighter-colored nipples. For the first time ever, Becca liked what she saw. She headed back to the bed, made herself comfortable, and continued the journey she had begun earlier. Her right hand went immediately to the area that had caused such intense pleasure moments before. She laid her hand over the soft hair with her middle finger resting between the two folds of skin. As she moved it down and then back up again she gasped from the intense pleasure this gave her. Again and again she continued the movement, and each time she did so the pleasure was so intense that she could hardly breath. She felt her hips begin to move involuntarily, and she opened her legs wider so that she could reach new areas. She moved her finger beyond the last soft hair until she felt the opening to her womanhood bathed in her own sexual juices. She caressed the area protecting the opening, each time applying more pressure. Finally, the combination of pressure and moistness overcame nervousness and the tip of her finger slid inside her. At first Becca was scared, partly because she had always been told this was wrong, and partly because it felt so good. The opening was so tight that she could barely move her finger, and for a moment she flashed back to DJ. His erection was so much larger than her finger and yet it had slid so effortlessly into Jenn. But there was no pain - this was by far the most intense pleasure Becca had ever experienced. She pushed her finger in a little more, then withdrew it slightly, and then pushed in again. This time it went in a little deeper a little easier, and the enjoyment was even more intense. Would something large, like DJ's manhood, feel even better than this? She continued to move her finger in and out and was eventually able to get its entire length inside her very wet womanhood. At this point it was hard to imagine anything feeling any better. Becca pulled her knees up and spread her legs even wider. Every little bit she was able to open them allowed her easier access to the spot inside her that caused the unbelievable pleasure. She remembered how Jenn reacted when DJ increased the speed with which he moved inside of her. Becca was getting much more comfortable with her little experiment and decided to see if it worked for her. She moved her finger in and out a little faster, and when that intensified the pleasure, she upped the tempo yet again. The tingling sensation she experienced earlier when she first touched herself was spreading throughout the middle portion or her body. Her hips were gyrating, matching the rhythm with which her finger stimulated her, and she learned to match the two motions: every time her hips thrust forward, opening her to the greatest penetration, her finger dove deepest inside her. A hot, exciting sensation began to mingle with the tingling that Becca had been feeling for the last few minutes. It started where her finger entered her and slowly spread in all directions. Every time she thought nothing could feel better, a new sensation, more satisfying than the last, would present itself. Her body became tense, and as she felt waves of euphoria rushing through her, she trust her finger in one last time as deep as it would go. As she held it there, wave after wave of pure ecstasy raced to every inch of her body, and it became difficult for her to breathe. Finally, after the pleasure had touched every last inch of her body, it came once again to the place it had started - in the wetness between her legs. One last extraordinary crescendo lifted her hips off the bed where they hovered until the great release drained her body of all energy. She collapsed on the bed too exhausted to do anything other than catch her breath, the worries that had bothered her minutes before, mysteriously gone. Becca's New Experience Pt. 02 Becca woke from her first-ever orgasm-induced nap refreshed and ready for her night out with the other drill team captains. She had an amazing day so far - learning she was a captain, then watching her sister get fucked while trapped in her closet, and then learning how amazing her own finger felt inside her. As she put on her most revealing ensemble, her head was swirling with sexy images of her sister Jenn, and her boyfriend DJ, unknowingly teaching her about the joys of sex and the warm glow of her first-ever orgasm. She desperately wanted to crawl back in bed and try another round of exploring between her legs, but she also needed to fulfill her duties as drill team captain. And if she got the chance, she wanted to ask her more-experienced best friend, Joni, some very intimate questions. When she heard the honking in the front yard she ran down the steps and was almost out the front door when Jenn walked out of the kitchen dressed in only panties and a t-shirt. "Hey, that's my skirt!" She yelled as her little sis approached her. "Yeah, I know," Becca said as she stopped to give her big sister an unprecedented sisterly hug. She wanted to thank her for teaching her about the pleasure of sex and how she and DJ taught her how to have an orgasm. But instead she just smiled and said, "Tell DJ I said 'hi'". Jenn had just woken up from very relaxing nap after a very satisfying fucking from her boyfriend DJ. She wanted to be mad at her bratty little sister for borrowing her clothes, but she was just too relaxed and too physically satisfied to work up a good mad-on. "How did she know DJ's here..." she thought as she headed back up the stairs. * * * * * * * * * * "Hey Sweetie!" Joni said as Becca got in the back seat next to her. She gave her best friend a peck on the cheek. "Congratulations on being a CAPTAIN!" she squealed as she also gave her a huge hug. "Thank you!" Becca answered returning the hug with equal enthusiasm. "We are going to have the best year EVER! " The rest of the drive to the restaurant was non-stop laughing, stories about summer, talk about next year's classes, and ideas on how to indoctrinate this year's underclassmen into their 'prestigious' group. Dinner was more of the same, with Ms. Nielsen, their young, hot drill team sponsor, trying to convince them that they were leaders of the school whose every move would be watched, judged, and used against them whenever possible. But like every group of officers in every year before them, they could not think beyond the date of the first meeting where they would be introduced to the rest of the girls as the leadership team and then have their officer-only sleep over. They picked the following Friday then headed home for the last week of the summer where they would be free from hours of practice that would prepare the team for football season. It was late when Ms. Nielsen dropped Joni and Becca back off at Becca's house. Her parents were on vacation so the house was dark, and there was no sign of Jenn or DJ anywhere. They snuck up the stairs to Becca's room and closed the door. Becca found a couple of t-shirts they could sleep in, and as they changed she couldn't help but sneak a look at Joni she while stripped out of her skirt and top and slid the t-shirt on over her bare boobs. She was nervous as she noticed her nest friend's almost-naked body and anxiously jumped into the topic she wanted to talk to Joni about. "Today I was in Jenn's room looking for something to wear, and I heard her come up the stairs before I could get out. I hid in her closet, and then DJ comes in with her. Jenn went to take a shower but he stayed in her room. Since I was wearing only my underwear I couldn't come out and face him so I was stuck in there." "How did you get out?" Joni asked. "I didn't. After they both had showers, they..." She paused thinking of the best way to tell her best friend what she saw, "...had SEX!" "NICE!" Joni exclaimed looking at her best friend for signs of how it impacted her. "So I guess you watched?" "Yeah, I couldn't take my eyes off of them!" Becca replied remembering their naked bodies intertwining as they gave each other immense pleasure. "So what did they do?" Joni asked with a mischievous grin. She knew Becca was one of the few virgins on the drill team, and she was curious how she would describe what she saw. "Jenn took his thing in her mouth." "Thing?" Joni asked. "You mean his 'dick'? You're not in junior high anymore, Bex, so you're going to have to start using your big-girl words. So she gave him a blow job?" "Yeah, she did that," Becca responded, sheepishly. "Say it," Joni replied with a little more aggressiveness. "Say 'she sucked his dick'". "Ok, 'she sucked his dick'" Becca responded trying to form the new-to-her words so she wouldn't sound so prude. Joni seemed proud that she had been able to coax her in to saying something she probably couldn't imagine earlier in the summer. "Was it big?" Joni asked. "I don't know," Becca answered. "I've never seen one to compare it too." "Not even on the internet?" "NO!" Becca replied. "My mom checks my browser history all the time. She'd put me in an all-girls' school if she found out I'd looked at stuff like that. But when he put it between her legs, I was thinking there's no way it would fit in her. But it did." "So he fucked her, too?" Joni asked becoming much more interested in Becca's story. "Yeah, they did it," Becca replied. "NO!" Joni shot back. "HE. FUCKED. HER!!" "Yes, he fucked her," Becca answered with a hint of excitement in her voice. "So what did you do?" Joni "I couldn't stop watching," Becca said. "I was afraid, and a little nervous, but the more I watched, I started feeling something very different." "You were horny," Joni answered. "Oh my god, I'm pretty sure I was," Becca excitedly replied. "Did it make you want to masturbate? You know, slide your hand inside your panties?" Joni suggestively asked making sure Becca didn't break eye contact. Becca couldn't lie, so Joni would know more from her body language than from her response. Becca tried to look away but couldn't. "YOU DID IT!!" Joni blurted out. "Don't you DARE deny it - Sweet, innocent Becca FINALLY learned what her pussy is used for!" She was a little surprised she had used the the P word in front of the most innocent 18-year old she knew, but it was time for her BFF to learn to express herself like others her age. "Yeah I did," Becca shyly answered. She blushed as she saw the look of disbelief on Joni's face. She had so many questions she wanted to ask her slightly-more-experienced best friend. There would never be a better time for her to learn more about what had happened earlier. "But not right then..." Becca answered. "After they finished having sex they fell asleep, and I was finally able to sneak out of the closet and get back to my room. I couldn't get the image of them having sex out of my mind, and to tell you the truth, I really didn't want to. The more I thought about it, the more I felt it down there..." "The hornier you got," answered Joni. "Yeah, the hornier I got..." Becca replied. "So?" Joni begged her to tell her more. "Yeah, I put my hand between my legs..." Becca replied. "...and?" Joni begged for more details. "And what?" Becca sheepishly asked "What did you do when you put your hand between your legs?" Joni pleaded. "Did you masturbate?" "I guess that's what I did. It's not like I've ever done it before..." Becca responded shyly. "OK, so you masturbated. No big deal - Everyone does it. Did you have an orgasm?" "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I did. I felt all tingly, and then everything felt amazing, then my body got tense, and then I was so tired and sooooo relaxed," Becca looked to Joni to see if she was shocked or grossed out, or... But Joni wasn't any of those. Her smile gave Becca some needed comfort. "Awwww, my sweet little BFF finally learned to finger herself..." Joni said as she gave Becca a long, knowing hug. "You are going to have so much fun this year!" Becca looked like she had other questions but didn't immediately ask so Joni continued. "Don't worry - those rumors that it will make you go blind are wrong. If they were true the drill team wouldn't be able to find the field at half time. Everyone does it!" Becca smiled and seemed more comfortable after Joni's reassurance. They had known each other for most of their 18 years and had talked about everything girls their age usually talked about. "So you've done it?" Becca asked with noticeable relief. "You mean today? Sure! Yesterday? YEAH! Day before? Probably. It feels good, and there's nothing wrong with it, so I do it pretty often." "Really, all the time?!" Becca asked with more than a hint of surprise. "Yeah, pretty often," Joni responded with a very mischievous grin. "You probably will, too, now that you've started." Becca looked away, not sure how to respond. She decided to take the conversation in a slightly different direction. "So have you ever 'gone all the way?'" She wasn't sure it was the term Joni would approve of. But she answered instead of critiquing, so it must be OK. "Yeah, just a couple of times. I did it for the first time with Jason Roads, and it really hurt. He told me it would be better the second time, so I let him again a little later. It didn't hurt that bad, but it definitely wasn't good, either. It's definitely better by myself." "I promise you Jenn loved it when she was with DJ. She was moaning and screaming, and it looked like the greatest thing in the world to her. It sure makes me wonder if I should try it. What I did myself was pretty amazing, but it looked like what she was feeling was even better." "There was nothing amazing about what Jason and I did," Joni seemed deep in thought. "Maybe we could ask Jenn why what she and DJ did was better than what Jason and I did." "She's never been willing to help me with stuff like that," Becca replied, wondering if this might be something her big sis would be willing to help her with. "And if I mentioned her and DJ she might freak out if she found out I was in her closet watching... Is there someone else older and experienced we could talk to?" "Maybe we could talk to her roommate, Aimee. She doesn't live too far away and is super nice and easy to talk to. She said I can come lay out by her pool any time. Maybe we go hang out one afternoon and work it into the conversation. She offered me a wine cooler last time, so maybe we could get her to drink a few and it will be easier to ask questions." "Sounds great!" Joni responded. "I could use some pool time to work on my tan before the officer's sleepover next weekend. "Yeah, me too. I'm sure she won't mind so I'll call her tomorrow," Becca said. As their conversation conversation drifted into classes and other senior-year topics they heard a thud like something bumped into the wall, then a low, muffled moan. "What the...?" Becca said as she walked to the wall between her and Jenn's rooms. She was taking a breath to yell at her loud sister when Joni grabbed her and put her hand over Becca's mouth. She spun her friend around and held her index finger to her lips in the hand gesture to be quiet. "Shhhhhh..." she whispered. There was another moan, and then another, and then some muffled, unintelligible words. A longer moan followed, and Becca knew why Joni had stopped her. "They're doing it again!" Joni excitedly whispered. "Don't they know we're here?" "Well...." Becca whispered hoping she would hear more sounds of pleasure from the other room. "I told Jenn we were staying at your house tonight. So I guess she thinks they're all alone." Joni smiled and walked closer to the wall getting as close as she could without bumping in to it. Becca turned off the light leaving just her bathroom light to break up the darkness of her bedroom. She sat on the head of her bed, grabbed a pillow, and clutched it to her chest. Joni sat facing her just inches away. The moaning coming through the wall was consistent, and even when there was some talking the words were too soft to hear. But soon the moaning was a little louder, and they could hear some of the words. "Oh god..." and "yeah, like that" were definitely coming from Jenn. "Sounds like she's really liking whatever he's doing," Becca whispered, careful not to talk over any of the erotic sounds they were listening to. "Oh my god, yes! Your gonna make me cum!!!" came through the wall much louder and easier to hear. The screaming that followed was easy to hear, and even Becca, who only learned about orgasms earlier in the day, knew exactly what was happening. The two girls looked at each other with both shock and excitement, and they desperately wanted to talk about this new and exciting experience. But almost immediately after Jenn's cries of passion ceased, they heard another moan that was deeper and more masculine. "You feel so good, baby," DJ's voice carried through the walls better than Jenn's. "Your pussy feels so amazing!" Next they heard the soft 'bump...bump...bump...' and could almost feel the bed on the other side of the wall bumping against it as DJ slowly fucked Jenn. As the bumps increased in frequency, Becca closed her eyes and remembered the vision of their intimate encounter earlier that day. In her mind she could see DJ between her sister's legs, his hard dick sliding in and out of her, glistening with Jenn's sexual juices. And as the moaning got louder she remembered the look of immense pleasure on Jenn's face as the ecstasy built inside her. "Oy my god, this is so hot!" Joni whispered excitedly. "I've never listened to anyone have sex before. I wish we could watch them!" Becca was amused by the excited look on Joni's face. She was enjoying listening to them as well, but it was a huge relief knowing she wasn't alone and wasn't a deviant for enjoying the pleasure of others. She was starting to get that feeling again - the one she'd learned about earlier that day that made her desperate for her own touch. Why had she asked Joni to stay over? If she was alone, she could slide out of her panties, close her eyes and slide a finger between her legs so she could join Jenn and DJ in their sexual escapade. She could cum fast and hard and be asleep in minutes. She thought of getting up and sneaking off to her bathroom, but at the first sign of movement she felt a hand on her thigh, and she snapped back to reality. "Don't go..." Joni whispered. Joni's very sympathetic gaze and understanding smile froze her in place. There was no judgement or condescending look. If anything, it looked like Joni was feeling the same things she was feeling. As they wondered what would happen next they both heard muffled sounds of pleasure through the wall they both leaned against, "Oh my god, you're going to make me cum again...." Becca looked at her best friend wondering what she was thinking, but then the next round of "Don't stop - fuck me harder!!" was almost too much. She thought of leaving again, but the lure of hearing Jenn's moaning with pleasure was too exciting. There was the unmistakable sound of Jenn cumming again, this time intermingled with the deeper, more masculine sounds of DJ's moans as well. Becca heard nothing after that. "It's SO hot listening to them," Joni whispered excitedly, her hand still on Becca's leg. "Oh my god I need to..." She stopped mid-sentence when she saw her not-totally-innocent-anymore best friend enthusiastically watching her, waiting for some words of wisdom. But she wasn't sure how Becca would react to what she almost blurted out. "Need to WHAT?!" Becca begged. Joni was desperately horny and couldn't worry anymore about offending her. "I need to cum!" She whispered almost forgetting Jenn and DJ were just inches away through the wall. Becca was a little surprised to hear Joni so bluntly state what she, too, was feeling. Her leg was on fire where Joni's hand rested on it, and if her BFF tried to touch her most private area, she wouldn't be able to stop her. She had no idea what she would do in response, but she was so horny she would happily let her do anything she wanted. "They were so sexy the way they sounded. I was kind of thinking..." Joni studied Becca as she looked for the perfect way to express her need. Her very inexperienced best friend had only learned the most basic aspects of sex earlier that day. She didn't want her to be overwhelmed. "So what are we going to do?" Becca kept glancing down Joni's hand on her leg. Was it just her imagination, or was she moving it slightly closer to that area that she just learned brought so much pleasure? Or maybe it was wishful thinking. She desperately wanted Joni to teach and guide her - to help her understand what other pleasures were available. But Joni didn't take the next step, so Becca had to do something fast. "You can have my bed, and I can go to the bathroom," she offered somewhat shocked they were having a conversation like this. Joni almost looked dejected that Becca was ready to leave during this extremely intimate time. "That would be ok," she offered hoping her alternative would also be acceptable. "... or we could both stay here and do it together." Becca didn't immediately reject her offer, so Joni laid on the bed facing her. She was careful not to remove her hand from Bacca's leg, but at the same time she was just as careful not to move it any closer to her friend's pantied-covered pussy. "That might be good..." Becca softly whispered. She felt herself getting wet as she laid down next to Joni. She had only learned of self-pleasure earlier that day, and now she was going to do it again with her best friend. The anticipation elevated her excitement. It had been a few minutes since they had heard anything on the other side of the wall. But just in case they were having any doubts, the lustful sounds started again. Mumble, mumble, mumble, "...suck..." mumble "...dick..." mumble, mumble, "...fuck again..." mumble. They couldn't hear everything that was said on the other side of the wall, but they heard enough to understand what Jenn was offering her boyfriend. Joni and Becca both now knew that it was fate that they did this together. "Are you sure?" Joni looked at Becca's face one last time for hints of regret. Even though her face was barely lit from moonlight coming through window across the room, she could see hunger, not regret, on her face. So Joni slightly spread her legs and reached between them. She grasped when her finger lightly touched the silky fabric covering her clitoris. Becca watched Joni's hand between her legs. Joni was finally sure Becca wouldn't flee and put some real pressure where it was needed. She gasped as the pleasure immediately spread from between her legs to other parts of her body, and her hips rocked forward to meet her touch and intensify the pleasure. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the immense pleasure, and when she opened them Becca was intently watching her. Joni smiled knowing Becca was watching, and she again started lightly stroking Becca's thigh. Becca was surprised at how good her friend's hand felt and almost pulled away out of habit, but electricity shot through her body and settled between her legs. She laid down facing Joni and alternated between watching the pleasure on her friend's face and her hand playing in her panties between her legs. When the sound of DJ fucking Jenn in the next room combined with those Becca couldn't stop her own hand from sliding between her own legs. "Did you think Jenn's body was sexy when you were watching them?" Joni asked They were laying on their sides, face-to-face, and she excitedly watched Becca's hand playing in her own panties. "Yeah, even though she's my sister, I still thought she was beautiful. And sexy," Becca responded. "I liked looking at DJs hard dick, but I also couldn't take me eyes off of Jenn." "Oh man, I wish I could have seen that. I've seen videos of couples doing it, but I've never seen someone do it for real. I would love to see Jenn cum - I bet it was so sexy..." Joni removed her hand from her panties, grabbed the waist band, and slid the silky garment down her legs. Becca had been looking down and had a perfect front-row seat to watch. She had seen plenty of her friends naked at sleepovers or when they changed after drill practice, but she never paid attention to their bodies until watching her sister have sex earlier that day. The first thing she noticed was that unlike her sister who she had seen earlier that day, and herself, Joni's pussy was shaved clean. Joni saw her surprised look and smiled. "A lot of the girls shave - It makes sense during bikini season." she said. "Does it bother you?" "No, it's kind of sexy," Becca replied. "I've just never seen anyone like that before." Joni smiled as she watched her best friend staring at her bald pussy. She stopped fpr a moment and sat up, then stripped the t-shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Now fully naked, she again laid down facing Joni. As they burrowed down in the pillows and piles of covers, she knew this was going to be a new, amazing experience masturbating with her best friend while listening to Jenn and DJ making love. "Do you think it would be OK to take your clothes off, too? It would be so hot to see all of you when you cum." Becca couldn't take her eyes of Joni's full breasts. Her nipples were large and pink, but she saw them getting hard while her friend again started fingering herself. Staring at Joni's body, she again felt that tingling between her legs that she felt earlier that day watching Becca and DJ. The sounds of her sister and her boyfriend again fucking in the room next door, and the sight of her best friend just inches away playing with herself was more than she could handle. The guilt of her mom's world made her think for a second of running to the safety of another room in the house with less stimulation where she could explore her needs with more privacy. But the memory of the amazing pleasure she learned about that afternoon was more powerful. Without taking her eyes off of Joni's smooth pussy she grabbed the elastic of her own panties and quickly pushed them down her legs exposing her own neatly-trimmed-but-not-bald pussy. She also ripped her t-shirt off and laid back down again facing Joni. Face-to-face with her BFF, she stared into her oldest friend's eyes as her hand went quickly to the source of her greatest need. "Does it hurt to shave down there," Becca asked innocently. "No, it kind of feels good," Joni answered. "Pretty much anything down there feels good." "OK, I guess I'm going to do that, too, before the officer sleepover." Becca whispered as she stared at Joni's middle finger splitting the folds between her own legs. "But I'll be nervous getting a razor near that." "I can help if you want," Joni panted as she continued playing between her legs. "Yeah, that'd be great..." Becca replied. Joni was the more experienced of the two, and also more confident and outgoing. She was surprised that her friend from the ultra-conservative family was here next to her, so she wanted to make sure when they were done that they both had a good time and that Becca would have the confidence and knowledge she needed to continue exploring her sexuality in the future. She also really wanted to try being with a girl sometime soon, and her very cute best friend would be perfect if she could talk her in to it. "Have you tried rubbing outside and inside?" Joni softly asked watching Becca's hand caressing the soft fur between her legs. "Yeah, I tried both today..." Becca whispered. "They both feel good - is one way better?" "The only thing that's better is what feels best to you," Joni answered. "They will both make you cum. You can try alternating between both to see which one you like best." "OK," Becca replied. She took Joni's advice and pushed her middle finger against her wet opening. It slid easily in, and she grasped from the intense pleasure it gave her. She pushed it in and out like she had done earlier that day. She could cum right now but was enjoying how it felt and also talking to Joni while she did it. She pulled the finger out again, and with her own fluids providing lubrication she again rubbed her clit. It was a different, but equally intense, pleasure. "How long does it take you?" Becca asked, already feeling the tingling between her legs. "Sometimes I can cum really fast, but sometimes it takes longer. Sometimes you want it to take longer so you can enjoy the touching part. Tonight it's probably going to be really quick since I've never done it with anyone before." "It was really fast today," Becca moaned. "...and I think it's going to be fast again. I've tried slowing down, but it feels too good." Becca rolled on her back and opened her legs so she could get her finger all the way in. Her back came off the bed and she hungrily scratched the itch deep between her legs. "Oh, god, Joni - it feels so good," she cried. "I think I'm going to cum!" Joni still had her hand on Becca's arm and felt her furiously fingering herself. She wanted to reach across the few inches and caress her best friend's boob, maybe even take he nipple in her mouth - do what ever she could to become a part of, and also add intensity to, her upcoming orgasm. But that isn't what they talked about, and it might ruin what they were sharing. Instead, she lightly stroked her arm - the arm that connected to the hand between her legs. "I bet it feels so good," Joni whispered in response. "And it is so sexy to watch..." As she felt Becca's body tense and rise off the bed, she added, "cum for me. I want to watch you cum..." Becca started her orgasm when Joni said "...for me...". She had thought fpr a minute about going slow and trying to time her orgasm so she could cum with Joni. But the tingling was too intense, and pleasure raced from her pussy through her body to the arms, legs, feet, and arms. As intense as her first orgasms were earlier that day, this one seemed to last longer and be even more intense. And there was an intense heat on her arm where her best friend's hand rested on her. When the orgasm finally subsided, Becca's now limp body collapsed on the bed. She forgot about Jenn and DJ on the other side of the wall from them, but the muffled moans and other sounds of pleasure were again audible as the warm afterglow replaced the intense pleasure. She giggled as she remembered where she was and what she was doing, and even though she was physically exhausted a few seconds ago, the next-door sex sounds and Joni's naked body so close by reinvigorated her. "Now you do it..." She cooed to her BFF. "Show me how you cum." Joni was more than ready. Now that her friend had finished cumming she happily rolled on her back and resumed her exploration between her own legs. When she saw Becca's eyes tracing a path down her naked body she spread her legs even wider, her foot brushing against Becca's bare leg. Becca roll again on her side facing Becca and placed her hand on Joni's arm the same way Joni had done while she took care of her own sexual needs. She wasn't sure why her friend had done that, but it definitely made the moment hotter, and she wanted to do the same. She noticed every movement Joni made and felt her move down as she reached deep inside, and then she heard the corresponding gasp as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Then the moan lessened as her arm moved up and her finger came out of her hot wetness. And then she pushed it in again, and as Joni started fingering herself faster, Becca noticed the wet sounds coming from between Joni's legs. "God that sounds hot..." Becca whispered. "You must be so wet." "Oh, yeah, I am. I loved watching you cum - it made me so hot. And I love listening to DJ and Jenn, and..." she paused for a moment to concentrate on the amazing pleasure between her legs, ..."I need to cum now." "So you like watching me cum?" Becca asked. "Yeah, I did," Joni panted seductively. "It made you horny?" "Yeah, it did. It made me so wet." Joni fingered herself faster, spurred on by Becca's sexy talk, her naked body, the feel of her touch on her arm, and the memory of her recent orgasm. "This feels soooo good, Becca. I'm going to cum," she softly moaned. "I'm going to cum for you!!" Even though there were only a couple of inches between them, Becca moved even closer to her naked friend. Her bare leg crossed Joni's equally-naked leg, and her knee was so close to Joni's pussy that she could feel it's heat. When the smooth skin of her bare leg touched her best friends', she felt Joni go tense. "Ohhhhhhh, gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawd," she moaned as her body twitched and wave after wave of orgasm coursed through her body. As her body returned to normal she noticed Becca's hand stroking her arm, and her friend's leg draped across her own, and that they were both naked, and that they had both recently experienced massive orgasms. And she desperately wished Becca would touch her more than caressing her arm. But that would need to wait for another evening.

Becky 01 - Lady Voyeur Gets Exposed by WolfyLikes Voyeur Becky gets caught. Becky knew she was nothing special in the looks department. She learnt that throughout school, where the boys barely noticed her, only having eyes for the slimmer prettier girls. Not that she was overly bothered, just some form of attention would have been nice, even the nerdy guys didn't pay her much attention. She knew she wasn't ugly, in fact reasonably pretty but in a plain sort of way, just not enough to compete with the popular girls. She always seemed to herself to carry a little excess weight, although not fat she'd had a bit of a podgy belly which despite however much dieting or exercise she did wouldn't go away. She wished she had a flat washboard stomach like most of the other girls. Becky didn't get her first male attention until she was eighteen, even then they were almost a disaster. Her first two lovers could barely finish before they were getting dressed and ready to go home. Becky had filled out quite a bit since school, the podgy tummy was still there but disguised by her magnificent firm 38D breasts and round ass that seemed to last for days. Coupled with her growing her short red hair out really long and her pale porcelain doll-like skin, she'd noticed men paying her more attention as she walked around. Now twenty years old, Becky had combined her knowing that men liked watching her move now, with her liking to make men get semi-erect and making sure she let them know. Since losing her virginity Becky realised that she liked looking at the bulge in men's trousers. Whether it was heightened by her high sex drive but lack of actual sex, which in combination meant she masturbated a lot, Becky liked the power and excitement she got by knowing men looking at her were getting erect. She wasn't even fussy about who the guy was, how old he was, or how big the bulge looked. Whether it be leaning forwards while wearing a loose neck top, or bending over with her skirt or trousers as tight as possible, she always made a point of staring at their crotch, then looking them straight in the eye and smiling mischievously. Quite often the startled look on their faces that they'd been caught looking made her even more turned on. Men with their partners usually gave off the best expressions, not knowing whether to keep looking while quickly checking their partners hadn't noticed. A couple of times it had led to sexual encounters with the man she'd teased, which Becky had masturbated over later, using the footage from her webcam pointed towards her bed. Becky lived with her step-mom Ann. Becky's mom and dad had a very messy divorce when she was very young, and she hadn't heard anything from her since. She'd found out that she had wanted to give Becky up for adoption but Becky's dad changed his mind upon seeing her, bringing her up on his own. He'd gotten with Ann when Becky was five years old, and Ann treated her like her own child. As Becky got into her teenage years she started to unfairly resent Ann more and more, mainly because she was petite and very pretty, just like the girls at school that got all the attention. When Becky was fourteen, her dad had the painful talk with her that he was terminally ill, and Ann was to continue to look after her after he'd gone. Becky missed him daily, the hurt getting a little easier as time went on. Ann was very good with her, not moaning about her behaviour despite grieving herself. It still took Becky around nine months until she realised how horrible she was being to her, and they cried on each other's shoulders for hours. Now older, they still lived in the same house but only occasionally crossed paths. Becky knew Ann had seen a couple of guys since her dad, but nothing long-term. One day Becky had had a very productive day on the voyeur front. She'd been to the shopping centre and had teased to erection five different men. She'd bent right in front of one of them, keeping her legs straight as her skirt rode up, then pretended to lose her balance, stepping backwards and putting her hand out to re-balance herself, grabbing a handful of his cock as did so. Her arse rested against his upper thigh, and in a swift movement, she removed her hand and twisted so her arse nestled perfectly against his erection. She looked at his face, giggled, and moved as his wife started shouting at him and called Becky a slut as she walked away. Becky smirked to herself. She knew how damp that had made her, and looked around to see if there were any public toilets. She didn't see any but did see a very good looking old man with nobody by him. He was hot for his age, he was definitely older than her dad would have been, and the bulge in his trousers caught her attention. She walked to about twenty feet from him and made sure he had her attention. Her mind was racing, and she went a little further than she normally would. Stopping to crouch down, quickly she looked about, hitched her skirt up to her thighs, pulled her thong to one side and flashed him her pussy. His hand went to the front of his trousers where he started stroking, and she looked up and saw him grinning at her. She looked back and his erection was huge and obvious, and despite people walking around them, he did nothing to hide it. He nodded to her and mouthed at her to follow him. She did so, and he went to the public toilets that Becky had been looking for earlier. He grabbed her hand and raced her into the men's toilets, quickly pulling her into a cubicle. He sat Becky down on the seat, and undid his belt and zip, sliding his trousers down his legs. His erection jutted out, a good eight inches long. Becky slid her mouth onto him, and he grabbed her head and started to fuck her mouth. As impressive as his length was, his performance wasn't. Barely a minute had passed before she felt him coming, most down her throat but a couple of spurts across her face. Becky stood up, pulled her skirt up and thong to one side, and leaned on the toilet itself, arse primed ready and inviting for him to enter her from behind. "Sorry love, my wife will be wondering where I am," he told her, fastening up and leaving the cubicle. "Bastard!" Becky shouted after him, then noticed other men in the toilets were watching. She put her clothes right and sauntered out of the cubicle like it was a normal occurrence. The whole day had left her damp and unfulfilled, so she decided to head home. She was now left to rue the fact she'd caught the bus to town, her car being in the garage being fixed. On her return journey, she was desperate to touch herself, barely containing not wanting to wait any longer. She had a few odd stares on the bus and didn't know why until she got home, looked at herself in the mirror, and realised she'd done a cum walk as she still had two stripes of cum across her face. Ann wasn't in the house, so Becky made sure to turn on her webcam. It wasn't so much that she liked watching herself back, it was also that she had a knack for remembering how and why she was so turned on. She'd certainly remember today for being a bumper teasing day. She opened a drawer on her bedside table and withdrew her favourite toy, a vibrating butt plug. It wasn't very big or wide but was very powerful on the highest of its twenty settings, and she could control it from her smartphone while it was inserted. She quickly removed all of her clothes. The butt plug inserted, she picked up her phone and settled into a comfortable position on her bed. She selected a slower setting for starters and lay there enjoying the sensations of the vibrations. Her hand wandered to her clit, and just as she started to rub softly at it, she heard the front door open and two voices. She lay as still as possible, waiting for Ann to shout out to her. She could hear Ann talking, and a male voice also. The voices got closer as they came up the stairs, Ann seemed very giggly and excited. She heard them both go into Ann's bedroom. Becky lay silent for a while, then heard the sound of Ann panting and moaning. Curiosity got the better of Becky, even though she knew what she was listening to. She stood up, threw on her nightie, and tiptoed across the landing to Ann's bedroom door. The door wasn't closed properly, leaving enough space for Becky to peer through. She did so slowly and gingerly, making sure neither of them was looking towards the door. Ann lay across the bed, her head towards Becky. Her legs were bent upwards at the knees, and Becky could make out a head of hair between her legs. Whoever was down there was eating Ann like it would be his last meal. Ann writhed about, gripping the back of the man's head, her groans getting louder and louder. If she thought Becky was in, she wasn't doing anything to keep the obvious noise down. Becky's hand slipped to her clit again at the sight in front of her. Ann orgasmed and screamed loudly. The head started to move from between her legs. Becky darted back behind the door in case he looked up. She heard the bed move and peered back again. The guy was now lying across the bed, his feet towards Becky, Ann now straddling him as she rode his length, her pert little ass hardly moving as she slammed down onto his thighs. The guy looked like he had a decent sized member, and his balls were huge. Becky slipped off the nightie and stood in the doorway naked, and turned up the buttplug to its medium setting. She set down the phone, making sure it was on silent, on her nightie, and slipped one hand between her legs while the other tweaked her nipples hard. Ann rode the guy for a while, then he spun her over onto all fours, kneeling behind her and plunging himself right back into her, making Ann squeal. His upper body was very toned, and he had a lot of tattoos all over his arms and upper body. His arms went to Ann's shoulders and pushed her head down into the bed, thrusting up her with long deliberate strokes to maximise her feeling his entire length. Becky synchronised thrusting three fingers up herself with his thrusting up Ann, while still trying to keep as quiet as possible. He fucked her hard for about ten minutes, then turned Ann over quickly onto her back. Becky froze as she felt sure she'd be seen, but Ann had her eyes closed. The guy gripped her ankles and started to fuck her hard and quick, just like her ass her pert breasts didn't seem to move much, and like Becky, he looked like he was probably close to coming. Becky withdrew her fingers, knowing there was no way she could come standing there and stay quiet so they wouldn't know she was watching. He pulled his cock out of Ann and came across her stomach with a loud groan, and groaned with each spurt. Becky coincided with this noise by making a hasty retreat to her bedroom, picking up her nightie and phone first. She made it to her room and lay across the bed, listening for noises. She turned towards the door thinking she'd heard something and noticed she'd only half-closed the door when coming in. A naughty thought went through her head, and she slipped off her nightie again so she was lying naked face down, legs spread a little and knees bent, her feet and ass pointing towards the door. If he walked past her door and looked in, he'd get a great view up between her legs. She picked up a pair of earbuds and put them in, to make it look like she was listening to music. She didn't hear the guy look through her door, like what he saw, and approach Becky until she felt fingers between her legs. Startled, she turned to look, her gaze going straight to his semi-erect cock pointing at her face. "You liked what you saw then?" he asked her. "Saw when, I don't know what you mean?" Becky told him. "I saw you through a table mirror, standing in the doorway watching. You have amazing tits," he remarked. "Yes, I do, don't I," Becky replied nonchalantly. "And your ass is just as nice too," he said, stopping in his tracks as his hands pulled her arse cheeks fully apart and seeing the freshly inserted butt plug. "Well, what do we have here then?" he continued. Becky groaned in an answer as his fingers slid up her soaking pussy, his other hand guiding his cock towards her mouth. "Where's Ann?" Becky asked. "Gone for a shower, I'd say we have about fifteen minutes?" he told her. His cock entered her mouth without too much complaint, Becky tasting Ann on him. His hand thrust hard at her pussy, while letting Becky choose her pace on his cock. He didn't leave it long until he pulled Becky onto all fours and sunk his member into her, pulling her arse apart as he fucked her, marvelling at the butt plug impaled in her. "Much as I love this view," he said, "I need to see those tits more." He quickly and without much trouble flipped Becky onto her back, and like with Ann he gripped her ankles and pushed her legs back until her knees were almost on her breasts. He started to thrust into her hard, a big smile on his face as he watched her large breasts wobble about with each thrust. He put Becky's ankles on his shoulders and used his now free hands to knead and twist at Becky's nipples. Becky slipped a hand down and rubbed her clit hard and fast, sending herself over the edge, her orgasm shaking her body. He gave it chance to subside before sliding up Becky's body until he was thrusting between her breasts, squeezing them together until he shot his load across her neck and chin, and rubbing himself clean across her nipples. Becky lay back spent, as he walked to the door telling her he'd need to get back before Ann noticed he'd gone. Ten minutes later she heard voices and the front door opened and closed. Becky decided to stay quiet and not let Ann know she was in. The next morning Ann told her she'd had someone around but wouldn't be seeing him again. Becky asked who it was and Ann blushed, saying she hadn't asked his name. Becky looked shocked and asked where they'd met, and Ann told her she'd been at the gym and a dishy guy she hadn't seen before had caught her eye, then followed her around the various machines trying to chat her up, until Ann relented and asked him if he wanted to come back to her house for a special workout. "It was just sex, it will take a very special man to replace your dad," she told Becky. "A girl has to see to her needs every now and again," Becky spluttered out, "but you could make sure the house is clear first. I was in my bedroom trying to drown you guys out!" Ann couldn't apologise enough, Becky told her to relax, she'd done similar herself but didn't know how Ann would react if she knew. They both laughed and hugged each other. Becky decided not to tell her the whole truth about the gym guy seeing to her needs to. Becky had worked out situations where she had the best chance of checking out men. Swimming pools were her personal favourite, she also liked to go to her local park and watch the guys playing football in their shorts. She'd actually found herself masturbating sitting on a bench while watching them one time, her hand slipping under her skirt and pushing her thong to one side. She'd done it absentmindedly, which she realised when she heard a mum pushing her pushchair towards her along the path, Becky quickly removing her hand just as she looked at her. Ann mentioning the gym gave her another idea. Becky searched online for gyms, and after a while found one that sounded perfect for her plan. It was about an hour drive away from where she lived but had a big communal shower area. She looked at a few pictures of the place, the men and women changing rooms were apart, either side from the showers, which were like separate wet rooms, walls around ten feet long meaning you couldn't see into the next one while showering. It also allowed for a day pass before deciding if you wanted to take out full membership. Becky thought they'd be busiest very early mornings or evenings, so decided to go during one of these times to have more men to scope out. She had a day off work the following week so decided that would be ideal. She packed her kit and headed out, getting to the gym a little after 6.30 am. She was tired at having to get out of bed so early to get there at that time but had a sense of intrigue that had awakened her senses. She told the receptionist it was her first time, paid for her day pass, and had someone come and give her a quick tour of the building. Most of the equipment was on the bottom floor, the second floor where the reception was had the rowing machines, treadmills, and exercise cycles. This floor also hosted the changing rooms. There was a door from the upstairs gym room that led to a corridor which led to the changing rooms, from the changing room itself the other side of the corridor wall was where the showers were. She was left in the female changing rooms, there was only one other woman in there. She changed into her carefully selected outfit, some tight lycra shorts which she went commando under, and a matching sports bra, sturdy but with a large v shape at the front, showing off a little cleavage. Her breasts would be fairly contained, but any leaning forward would show off more and more of her milky breasts. She paused and looked at herself in a mirror, and did a double-take. She'd chosen a baby pink set, and at first glance, with her pale pink skin, she almost looked naked. Becky grinned, this would probably come in handy with getting men's attention. She decided to check upstairs first, there were only three men in there. She wanted to have a few minutes on a rowing machine while she was there, before going downstairs. One of the guys who was a little easier on the eye was already on a rowing machine, so Becky chose one close to him. She got on and started, deliberately getting her rhythm wrong so she kept stopping. She looked towards him and noticed he'd stopped himself to watch her. "My first time, I can't seem to get a hang of it," Becky told him. He'd swung his legs off his machine to be facing her, Becky's gaze went between his legs, trying to see up his loose shorts. "I'm not brilliant myself, but could give you a few pointers if you want," he smiled back. Becky put on her best fake surprised look. "Oh, you'd do that for me, how sweet of you," she replied. He stood up and walked over behind her, took her hands and changed their position on the handle, then checked her feet to make sure they were fastened in tightly. Becky noticed him looking between her legs as he did so. He got up and brushed past Becky to get behind her, almost knocking his cock against her shoulder. He put his hands on her sides, his fingers snaking towards the sides of her breasts. "Pull on the handle as you push back with your legs, then let yourself relax as it slides back again," he told her. "Oooh, that sounds rude!" Becky giggled. He laughed as she started to do as instructed, each time she pulled backwards his hands gripped her like he was holding her steady, each time his hands wandering further and further to the front of her breasts. Each time she could feel his hardening cock in the small of her back. "Does it help if my breasts don't move then?" she giggled at him. He looked shocked and stepped back quickly. "Sorry, I was only trying to help," he cried out. Becky looked down at her stiff nipples. "I didn't say it bothered me, and they didn't seem to mind anyway," she giggled again, "Anyway thanks for your help but I think it's time to try another machine. You seemed to have enjoyed it too," she continued, nodding towards his bulging erection. She laughed and went downstairs, leaving him trying to hide his erection. There were a few more men down here, and she made a point of choosing a machine that was facing towards someone so she could watch them better. A few times she found herself not even using the machine, especially when she saw a guy lying on the weights bench, wearing shorts that were far too tight, and packing a cock that looked like it belonged to a horse. It was the biggest Becky had ever seen. She didn't need to try and get him erect, it was big enough already that she could feel her insides churning, and her pussy getting very damp. The machine she was sitting on was for your thighs, a padded seat with two pads to push together with your knees. She started to use it, the relaxed position had her legs wide open. Becky hadn't realised she had too much weight on and was straining to push the pads together, groaning loudly as she did so. She realised she was getting a few interesting looks, and soon had four men standing around her watching. One signalled her to stop, and changed the setting, telling her to try again. This was much easier, she could close her legs together easier now. Another one told her she should change to the opposite setting, and try to hold her legs apart for longer to do her outer thighs too. Becky smiled and thanked him, and she noticed the weights guy was watching her too, sitting up now. Becky ignored the others and focused on his cock. Each time she kept her legs open, she imagined she was doing so for him to slide his length up her. She kept her legs open wider and longer each time, the guys nudging each other and smiling at her. One of them told her to try and keep her legs open for as long as possible, and she took on the challenge. One took out his phone and told her he wanted to video her, as the record was forty-two seconds and he wanted to record her beating it. Becky naively believed him. She did forty seconds, and the guys all egged her on. She went again and managed forty-four seconds. All the guys cheered. Becky was happy for a second then noticed the weights guy had left. Damn, she missed him walk away. Only then did she focus on the four in front of her. Three of them she noticed were semi-erect. Becky bit her lip. The guy with the phone had a full-blown erection, his shorts doing nothing to hide it. Becky smiled, looked him in the eye, then slowly turned her gaze back to his erection. He saw her looking, and he said they all wanted pictures with her to celebrate her achievement. He asked her to pose with her legs apart, and one by one they stood behind her. Becky made a point to turn her head so their cocks would be level with her face at mouth level, and the guy handed his phone to one of them to take his picture. Becky opened her legs, turned her head, and just as the picture was going to be taken he released his cock from his shorts and held it towards her mouth. It brushed her lips just as the flash went off. They all cheered and then wandered off laughing. Becky was secretly pleased, but quickly decided she wanted to see if the weights guy was still around. She couldn't see him, so decided to check if he had gone upstairs. As she went to go up she noticed herself in a wall mirror. Her nipples were erect and visible where her crop top was damp from her sweating, the part around her areolas almost see-through. She also noticed why the guys had been so interested in watching. Her pussy was so damp you could clearly see her pussy lips through a massive wet patch on her gusset, this time not from sweating. She imagined the view they had while her legs were spread apart on the machine Becky smiled to herself and continued upstairs. She looked around, but the weights guy was nowhere to be seen. She went back down again, back to the treadmills, but he wasn't around, he must have gone thought Becky. She had a short run on a treadmill, turning the speed up to make her run quicker, which also made her breasts bounce everywhere despite the sturdy top. She decided to also ten minutes on an exercise bike while she was there, and started pedalling. The bikes faced outwards, towards a mirrored wall. She altered the settings to make pedalling harder and putting more effort in liked the way her breasts were moving in the mirror. So did two guys behind her, who she noticed looking at her. They'd been watching her on the treadmill too. They were nudging each other and laughing, Becky saw in the mirror as the sweat was pouring down her chest now, the crop top was becoming more and more see-through again. Her nipples went erect knowing the guys could see this, and she leant right forward so that her nipples were almost out of her top. She adjusted her arse so it was right on the back of the saddle, and looked in the mirror again. One of the guys was pointing at her arse while rubbing the front of his shorts. Becky started to slow down, and when stopped she leaned forward resting her head on the handlebars, panting loudly. She quickly reached underneath herself, and slyly pulled a nipple out of her crop top. She knew at this angle the guys had a great view of her sticky damp crotch, and she got off the machine and smiled at them. They both noticed her nipple at the same time, and she pretended like nothing was wrong and walked towards the showers. She walked out of the gym area to the corridor to the changing rooms and carried on to the showers. Each separate one had a hook at the end to hang up a towel, and Becky casually strolled along them. There were a mixed bunch of women and men showering, most either had the frosted screens closed or simply showered with their backs facing out. She walked towards the female changing rooms exit, and saw a couple of guys side on, pausing to look without making it obvious. She had an idea, and walked back to the other end, and selected a shower right by the exit to the men's changing rooms. She peeled off her crop top and shorts, wondering if she should take the shorts in the shower has they needed washing, but hung them up, then hung up her towel. She let the water soak over her and turned to face outwards, her eyes closed. She wiped the water away and saw the two guys who'd been watching her on the treadmill and exercise bike had stopped to stare at her. She smiled and made it clear she wasn't going to turn and hide from their glaring eyes. She stepped back into the water jets again, letting them hit her now erect nipples, and sighed out loud. The guys both smiled and continued to the changing rooms. Becky stayed in there for a while, both enjoying the cooling water and the sight of men walking past her. Most had towels wrapped around them, some just held the towels in front, Becky enjoying their cute pert asses as they went past. Becky looked out of the cubicle, saw nobody else around, and wrapped her towel around herself. She'd decided to have a quick peek into the men's changing room, and not expecting to be too long left her crop top and shorts hanging up. The corridor wall curved to the right so the room itself was out of sight from the showers area. She moved slowly around the corner and reaching the end of the wall peered around it. There was a small alcove section with four lockers, all open so not in use, and a bench running along that small wall. She sat on the bench and knew she couldn't be seen from the showers corridor. She sat down and noticed she could see into the changing rooms between the other lockers, where there were several benches with men getting dressed or drying themselves. One older guy had a foot upon the bench, naked and vigorously drying between his legs. His cock wasn't very big, but he was making it move about so much it mesmerised Becky. She could also see the two guys who'd just been watching her shower. She was concentrated on their cocks so hard she didn't hear someone in the corridor until someone walked into the changing room. He didn't see her, but Becky moved closer to the wall. Becky continued to watch the two guys, almost trying to use Jedi mind tricks to make their cocks stiffen so she could see them in all their glory now they were naked. She couldn't tease them as she'd normally try to without giving up that she was in the men's changing rooms, so knew seeing them flaccid would have to suffice. She moved her head and noticed a few other guys too, one had a shirt and jacket on but was still naked from the waist down. He was sitting on a bench and Becky marvelled at how his cock hung in front of him. She absentmindedly slipped a hand under her towel, flicking at her clit while imagining sitting on his cock and feeling it grow beneath her. She closed her eyes as the feeling of joy shooting through her body heightened. "Are you enjoying the view then?" A gruff voice said close by. It startled Becky and she jumped, removing her hand in the process. It made no difference, her fingers were sticky with her juices. She focused on the voice and saw a guy with a towel wrapped around his waist with his cock, almost trying to burst out of the towel, level with her face. She looked up his well-toned body, droplets of water glistening on his skin, and gasped. It was weights guy! "I, erm, I think I've come into the wrong dressing room, I, erm, must have turned the wrong way out of the showers. I'm sorry," Becky said quietly and went to stand. He put his hand on her shoulder, keeping her sat. "You haven't answered my question yet," he told her. "Yes, I was," Becky answered, as if her sticky hand wasn't a giveaway anyway, "Please keep your voice down or they'll hear us," she pleaded with him. "Oh right, so you like to watch but not to get watched or caught. Sound like a right prick tease to me. You were watching me downstairs, weren't you? Did you like what you saw then?" "Yes, yes I did, it's the biggest I've ever seen, "Becky told him, her voice suddenly turning more flirty, "And I don't mind being watched, but it's usually on my terms," she continued. He sat on the bench next to her, surveying the room. "It's not a bad view to be honest if that's your kind of thing," he told her. Becky simply nodded. He looked her up and down, then reached over and unhooked where she'd tucked in her towel. It sprang open and fell on either side of her. He made Becky get off the bench slightly, then pulled the towel from under her. "Don't talk, just do as I say, otherwise I'll make a noise so they all look." Becky nodded again, not wanting to alert anyone. "Slide your arse right to the edge of the bench, and spread your legs," he instructed her. Becky did so while he folded up her towel, then put it behind her and made her lean her head on it. "Keep your head there, don't let it drop down," he told her quite sternly. With her head in this position, she could only just make out the changing rooms by looking out of the bottom of her eyes. She heard a towel rustle and turned her head to the side. Weights guy had undone his towel, and his cock jutted out. He took hold of Becky's left hand and guided it to his cock. She started to stroke him slowly, and he made her look away towards the changing room as she did so. Now it was out of sight, she got more pleasure out of feeling him get erect in her hands. He was very big, and she felt her juices start to flow down her thighs as her pussy leaked. He reached across her and put two fingers on her pussy, rubbing up and down and making her squelch, and also making her groans get louder, especially when he slid a finger across her clit. She was in two minds now, she wanted him to continue but also knew she was getting to a point where the others would hear. She let him continue but put her spare hand to her mouth to suppress the noises. She closed her eyes as she could feel an orgasm welling up inside her. She was bought back to earth hearing talking. "Yeah, came in and caught her watching you all. Decent body mind you, her arse is as nice as her tits are." She opened her eyes and saw the two guys who had been watching her in the shower and three other guys beside them. One was casually stroking his cock while watching weights guy finger her. Weights guy removed the towel from behind her head and told her to leave her arse where it was, and to keep her legs spread. Her eyes instantly focused on the guy wanking over her, despite Becky having weights guys massive member in her hand. He muttered something to him, then started to flick at her clit with his other hand. Becky groaned loudly, and looking again saw all of the guys were now casually stroking their cocks. This tipped her over the edge, and Becky came, her juices flowing across his hand, and in turn setting him off, his come shooting across her stomach and thighs. Becky was squirming on the bench now, a trail of juices hanging down from it. She looked around her, men still stroking their cocks while staring at her body. She looked at them in turn, taking in every little detail on each one, watching one whose foreskin covered his head with every out stroke, another with remarkably pronounced veins along his shaft as he gripped it tightly. One held out a piece of cloth to her face, and she realised it was her baby pink shorts. He held them to her nose, letting her inhale the smell of her previous dampness, before putting them to his nose while wanking his cock. She reached out and starting wanking it for him, and as he was about to come he held the shorts to catch his spurts. Weights guy told him to keep the shorts when he finished, then told Becky to stand up. He slid over onto her damp patch, then told her he wanted her to sit on his cock, but before doing so he slid the shorts into her mouth, making a gag. Becky could taste an interesting mixture of juices on the shorts. She was a little apprehensive about sitting on his cock, she'd never had one so big and certainly never had sex in front of others before, but her nervous excitement was pushing her to explore new boundaries. She crouched until the tip was inside her, then paused. Weights guy put his hands up under her armpits, locking her arms upwards, and hooked his hands over her shoulders. He pulled her down and in one go he was fully inside her. Becky groaned as loud as the gag would allow. She was amazed at how easily she had accommodated him, despite being so very wet down there. She started to try to ride him, but the weights guy held her still, her arms still locked. He leaned back against the bench so they were at an angle again, and putting his knees inside hers he pushed outwards, spreading her legs as far wide as he could get them. She noticed the old guy from earlier, the one who had been drying between his legs, had come over to watch. One of the guys who'd been watching her showering had his phone out and was taking pictures of her exposed pussy, even taking a few selfies with them both in shot. The old guy leant on the floor in front of Becky and slid his tongue across her clit, slowly and carefully. The phone guy asked if he could film him, and he told him yes as long as he didn't get his face on camera. He went back to licking Becky, each stroke of his tongue combined with Becky's pussy being so full made her body shudder, her huge breasts jumping each time. He soon had Becky on the way to another orgasm and as he sensed her getting closer he upped the pace of licking her clit. He leant back as she came, and the phone guy got a few closeups of her juices running down weights guys balls and her thighs. The old man got on the bench, pointed his cock towards Becky's heaving chest, and wanked furiously until he came, spurt after spurt streaking across her upper body. Somebody said something to weights guy, and he pulled Becky up until his cock slid out of her, and he turned her around. "They want to see your arse now," he told her, "he wants to get photos of someone fucking you too," weights guy told her. Becky stiffened. "No. No fucking. I know your cock has been in me but I don't want to have sex with everyone, that wasn't my intention. It was meant as a bit of harmless watching before going home and masturbating," Becky blubbered, trying to hold back her sobs. "You heard her, no fucking her. We don't want any rape accusations to spoil the fun we're having do we?" Weights guy said. They all nodded if a little reluctantly. He made her put her hands on the bench next to his arse, then put his hands behind her head, guiding her to his cock. His feet were inside of hers, and he forced them outwards to spread her legs. He pulled down slowly, letting Becky engulf his head, letting her work so he could see how much she could take in before gagging. He used his hands to raise and move her head, sliding her mouth down his length, Becky was nowhere near taking his full length, barely half of his cock was in her mouth. She did her bit by closing her mouth as much as possible, trying to create a vacuum. She realised how vulnerable she was when she felt a cock nudge against her pussy lips and went to struggle. She'd said no fucking, but it didn't try to enter her but just rubbed along her lips, every now and then catching her clit and sending shudders through her body again. She felt another cock rubbing against the side of her arse, and a hand on the other side squeezing her cheek. She couldn't remember how many men were there, or whether anyone was having another go after already coming, but there seemed a steady procession of cocks taking it turns to come across her arse, some splattering her pussy and arse holes too. She could feel sperm chains hanging between her legs, but decided to try to concentrate on the cock in her mouth. Weights guy had been fucking her mouth slowly, but she took control back and starting sliding her mouth down him, a little further each time and using her tongue on the underside of his shaft. She could hear him groaning, and two more loads of sperm showered her arse and lower back as she blew him. He was getting closer and closer, and so was Becky. She'd never made herself come more than twice in any one session, so coming a third time would be a new experience. She desperately tried to get all of the weights guys cock into her mouth, wanting to feel all of him in her, but he was too long and she was almost gagging. She settled for a comfortable length and started blowing him faster and faster. She felt a hand on her clit, her body started shaking more and more, her legs starting to wobble. Hands gripped her hips to hold her up, and just as she started to come again weights guy blew his load into her wanton throat. She almost gagged again with the amount of come he shot, quickly swallowing it down her throat to make room for the next spurts. He seemed to be coming for an age, and she felt someone come right onto her arsehole again, his load trickling down her legs. Weights guy released her slowly and she slumped to the floor, dropping into a large damp pool on the tiled floor. He lifted her head and wiped his cock across her face and in her hair until he was satisfied his cock was dry. Becky finally looked around and noticed everyone else had gone now, realising the show was over. "Think we both need a shower again now, was it worth getting caught watching then?" he asked her. "Oh most definitely!" Becky said with a huge grin across her face. Her only regret was not having it on film, but she knew the masturbation session when she remembered today was going to be like no other.

Bella discovers that being a girl has some great benefits. by Vanessa Evans Part 01 13 year old girl discovers that she has a sort of power over the opposite sex. Bella grew up in an unfortunate way. Her parents were more interested in themselves than in their only child. As a result she became a resourceful, independent girl. The family lived on an estate of social housing and in the houses on either side of Bella there were boys of her age. They grew up being friends and used to hang around with each other. As a group they did all the things that kids of that age did. Bella didn’t consider herself to be any different to Mike and Tom other than her body having recently developed some feminine features and that she often wore girly clothes handed down from her mother rather than the jeans and T shirts that Mike and Tom did. Whatever Mike and Tom did, Bella did, your original Tomboy. It was one day just after her 13th birthday when Bella realised that something had changed. The 3 of them were climbing into a disused factory, Bella leading the way, when she realised that both Tom and Mike were looking up the short, denim skirt that she was wearing. “What’s up with you guys? Stop staring at me and get up here.” Bella said. “You haven’t got any knickers on Bella.” Mile replied. “So what? Get up here.” Tom and Mike climbed up then the 3 of them dropped down into the factory. As they explored Tom said, “So do you often go out without any knickers on Bella?” “I’ve been skipping wearing them for a couple of years now and you’ve only just noticed.” “But you’re a girl.” “No shit Sherlock.” “I could see your pussy.” “And? Look Tom, I’ve been a girl all my life and it’s never bothered you before. So what’s changed?” “You Bella, you’ve changed, well your body has.” “So what are you saying Tom? Don’t you want to be my mate now that you’ve discovered that my sex bits are on the inside and not on the outside like yours?” “You’re tits are on the outside.” “These aren’t proper tits, they need to grow a lot more.” “They look good to me Bella, don’t you agree Mike?” “Sure, you’ve got pokey nipples as well Bella, are you ever going to wear a bra?” “What the fuck for, these little bumps don’t even bounce about.” “Can we see them?” “You’ve seen me without a top loads of times.” “Not recently.” “Go on Bella, show us.” “Come on guys, what’s the big deal, your tits are probably as big as mine.” “But you’re a girl.” “Jeez guys, is it really that big a deal for you?” “Yeah, we’ll pay you.” “What! I don’t want your money.” “So you’ll take your T shirt off?” “Tell you what, I’ll take my top off if both of you will show me your little peckers.” Tom and Mike looked at each other then they both unfastened their jeans. “You’re really going to do this guys?” “You said that you’d take your shirt off if we did Bella.” “And I will if you drop them.” They did and Bella was looking at 2 x 13 year old little cocks. “Wow guys, how can you fuck a girl with those? Or do they get bigger?” “Your turn Bella.” Mike said. “Okay, no biggy.” Bella confidently pulled her T shirt up and off and stood facing them. “See guys, no bigger than yours.” “But yours are a girls.” “No shit.” “Will you take your skirt off for us as well Bella?” Tom asked. “Why, I haven’t got a cock or balls.” “But you have got a pussy. We’ll give you anything that you want if you take your skirt off and let us have a look at your pussy.” “Are you really that desperate guys?” Both Tom and Mike stood in silence as Bella watched the 2 cocks get bigger and point to the ceiling. “How the fuck do you walk around with those hanging there?” “It’s not easy at times. So are you going to drop the skirt and let us look at you?” “If you’re that desperate?” Neither guy said anything so after a few seconds Bella unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the ground. “There, satisfied?” “No, sit on that barrel and spread your legs.” “Jeez, you are that desperate.” Bella replied as she did as instructed. “There, a pussy, I take it that it’s the first that you’ve seen. Nothing special about it is there?” “I wouldn’t say that Bella, it’s beautiful.” “Is that really what you think?” “Yeah.” They both answered. “So show me how you wank.” “We will if you do.” “Girls don’t wank.” “Well rub it or whatever you do.” All 3 of them started masturbating and it didn’t take long for all 3 of them to cum, the 2 boys squirting their cum towards to Bella. “Satisfied guys?” Bella asked. “Yeah!” they both replied. Bella jumped off the barrel and got dressed and the 2 boys pulled up their jeans. As they resumed their search of the factory Bella thought about what had just happened and how desperate Mike and Tom were to see her tits and pussy. She came to the conclusion that she now had the upper hand with the 2 boys. All she had to do was show them her tits or pussy and they’d do whatever she wanted. That night whilst she was in bed she replayed what had happened and realised that the fingers of her right hand were rubbing her pussy. As she was rubbing she wondered if other men would do whatever she wanted if she showed them her tits or pussy. That thought made her fingers move faster. ****** The next evening, her mother was at work and her father was sat watching the TV and drinking beer. Bella decided to experiment and went and got her laundry. There wasn’t much of it, probably because she didn’t have many clothes. After she’d put her dirty clothes in the washer she took a big breath them stripped off her top and skirt and put them in the machine. She hadn’t been wearing underwear again so she was in the kitchen totally naked with her father in the lounge. “Dad,” Bella shouted, “want any laundry doing?” “Yeah, a couple work shirts, hang on, I’ll go and get them.” Bella’s father got up and went to the stairs without looking towards the kitchen. When he returned with the shirts he stopped in his track when he saw his 13 year old daughter, totally naked, in front of him. “Bloody hell Bella, you’ve grown up. Why are you naked?” “Laundry, the more I put in the longer it is before I have to do some more.” “Err yes, I guess that that makes sense.” He said still staring at the naked Bella. After a good minute he continued, “Let me know when they’re dry and I’ll help you with the ironing.” “Thanks dad.” Bella replied then went and sat on the sofa opposite where her father had been sitting. He pretended to watch the television but Bella could tell that he was really looking at her. Just to tease him Bella slowly opened her knees. It was like that for the next couple of hours, only interrupted by Bella having to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer. He father followed her into the kitchen and watched her as she bent at the waist to do the job. When the dryer had finished its cycle he again stood behind Bella as she emptied the machine. Bella stood up and lifted the basket up. As she walked of of the kitchen her father said, “You leave those Bella, I’ll iron them. You go and watch the TV, it won’t take me long.” “Thanks dad, I’ll do that.” Bella went and sat opposite where she or her mother did the ironing and let her knees drift apart whilst her eyes went from the TV to her father and back. Needles to say that her father wasn’t concentrating on the ironing but he did notice something. “No knickers or bras Bella?” Her father asked as he got to the bottom of the basket. “Dad, I’ve never owned a bra, no need with these little bumps.” Bella replied as she cupped her tiny tits, pointing out high on her chest, then tweaked her nipples. “And as for knickers I was down to 2 pairs and those were bought when I started at my new school 2 years ago. They were so tight that I just gave up wearing them.” “So what do you wear in bed? You know that your mother wears a bra and knickers.” “Nothing, why?” “Just wondering. A few minutes later her father said, “Right, all done.” Bella got up and took the basket of clean clothes upstairs. Half way up she turned her head and saw that her father was watching her. She smiled and her right hand got busy as soon as she jumped on her bed. Twenty minutes later Bella started thinking about the events of the past few days and was happy about what she had achieved. “This flashing my tits and pussy is great fun isn’t it? And it makes me feel all horny.” she thought just before she went to sleep. ****** The next morning Bella woke up feeling great. She jumped out of bed and looked at herself in the big mirror and thought, “Hmm, almost blonde hair, face doesn’t look bad, tits are a bit on the small side but my big nipples make up for that, nice, flat stomach, pussy, not much hair, but maybe I’d have more fun if I shaved that off, legs, not fat and not skinny, yes they’ll do.” Then she twisted round and looked at her back in the mirror and continued thinking, ”Nice little round butt and slim waist.” She turned back to look at her front again and tweaked both nipples. “Yes girl, you’ve turned out okay,” she thought, “no wonder daddy and Mike and Tom liked looking at me. Just got to get rid of this fuzz then I can have more fun. I wonder if I can get my teachers to give me better grades or get Tom or Mike to fix my bike for me?” Both her parent were usually still in bed or at work when Bella went to the bathroom so she never bothered putting anything on and never even though about being seen, but that morning she felt naughty, but nice, as she walked along the landing to the bathroom. She wasn’t expecting to be seen but that morning her pussy was tingling at the thought that her father may just walk out of his room and see her naked – again. He didn’t, but she left the bathroom door open as she used the toilet then had a shower. “Don’t want to be smelly if I’m going to flash people do I.” She thought as she climbed into the bath and turned the shower on. Bella had always just ignored her father’s shaving things that he always left on the window sill but that morning she’d picked them up and taken them into the shower with her. She’d never bothered shaving her pits or legs before, but that morning she shaved everything below her neck. She’d remembered seeing her father shave once years ago and tried it the same way. Fortunately she managed to give herself only one little cut but she learnt from her mistake. Bella felt a bit more naked as she walked back to her room, again hoping that her daddy would come out of his room and see her, but again she didn’t get what she wanted. It was a school day so Bella put her only school skirt on. It was nice and clean but she’d had it for a couple of years since she’d started at that school and it was getting a bit short for her. Previously she’d never thought about it and never even considered that boys or the teachers might see up it and discover that she didn’t have any knickers on, but that morning after she pulled it up she sat on the edge of her bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She experimented by sitting in different ways and looked in the mirror. Whenever she saw her now bald pubes she wondered if boys or the teachers had looked up her skirt and seen her then hairy pussy. Then Bella experimented by opening her knees different amounts and sitting back on the chair, like she often did, to see how much of her pussy could be seen. She felt her pussy tingle knowing that it was very likely that boys or teachers had seen her pussy. Satisfied with the new knowledge, Bella stood up and put on her white school blouse. That too she’d had for 2 years and was now a bit small for her. For the first time ever she realised that her nipples made little bulges in the material, and that it had worn thin to the extent that she could see the difference on colour of her darker areolae. “Nice,” Bella, “maybe I should stop asking mum for a new school uniform.” Putting on her school shoes and picking up her school bag, Bella went down to the kitchen and made herself some toast. She’d just started eating it when she saw Tom at the front gate waiting for her and Mike. The 3 of them always walking to school together. “Hey.” Tom said as Bella walked down her path still eating her toast. “Hey.” Bella replied with her mouth full. “You done your geography homework?” Tom asked. “Yeah.” Bella mumbled. “You?” “Yeah.” Mike was walking down his path and the 3 of them walked to school together. “So have you got any knickers on Bella?” Tom asked, “I can see that you’re not wearing a bra.” “Nope, I haven’t got any knickers that I can get into and I’ve never worn a bra.” “So you won’t be wearing any knickers until you get some new ones?” Mike asked. “Nope.” “What if a teacher sees up your skirt?” “Lucky them. Unless they’re going to buy me some there’s nothing I can do.” “I’m starting to think that you don’t want to wear any knickers Bella.” Mike said. “Maybe, they do get in the way at times.” “Don’t bother then.” “Maybe I won’t. Tom, can you fix my bike for me?” “Fix it yourself you lazy sod.” Tom replied. “You usually do.” “Yeah but I thought that you might like to do it for me.” “Why should I?” “I can pay you.” “No you can’t, you don’t have any money.” “Maybe I could pay you some other way.” “Oh yeah, are you gonna show me your pussy again.” “Maybe, do you want to see it again?” “Yeah, but a quick flash isn’t enough to get your bike fixed.” “What if I let you touch it.” “Hey guys,” Mike said, “if your fingering her pussy I want a piece of that.” “You’ll have to help Tom fix my bike.” Bella said. “When are we going to fix it?” Mike asked. “Straight after school, before my parents get home.” “Don’t you want them to see us fingering you Bella.” “No, but my dad saw me naked last night.” “How come he got to see you naked? Does he still bath you each night?” “Can I bath you tonight Bella?” Mike asked. “Fuck off.” “So how come your dad saw you?” Bella told them what she’d done and finished just as they arrived at school. ****** School went much the same as any other school day, the only difference being that whenever Bella got bored she’d practice sitting carelessly, she wasn’t at a desk at the front so no one would be able to see up her skirt. As they walked home Tom said, “So when do you want us to fix your bike Bella?” “Oh, you’re going to do it, I didn’t think that you really wanted to help me.” “We’ll do it.” Mike replied. Bella looked at both of them and saw the eagerness on their faces. “Okay, mum leaves for work in about half an hour so when you see her leave.” “You are going to show us your pussy and let us play with it aren’t you Bella, that was the deal.” “If I must.” “Will you get naked for us?” “If it means that my bike will be properly fixed.” “It will be.” They parted at their gates and Bella went inside. “Hi kiddo,” her mother said, “there’s sausages and beans for tea.” “Okay. I’ll get them ready when dad gets home.” Bella went up to her room, lay on her bed and frigged her pussy until she orgasmed. The next thing she knew was her mother shouting that she was leaving. Bella decided that she may as well get naked straight away and surprise the guys. She stripped and went to the bathroom. As she came out she saw Tom and Mike knocking on her door (they’d known each other for so long that all 3 just walked into each other’s houses). “Fucking hell Bella,” Tom said as they walked onto the landing, “you were serious.” “Of course I was, you know that I always keep my word.” “Yes but.” Mike said. “Come on guys, we’ve only got an hour before dad gets home.” Bella led Tom and Mike down the stairs and out the back door to where her bike was. “You’re outside naked Bella.” Mike said. “Wow, another sherlock moment Tom. I said that I’d get naked so here I am. Are you going to fix my bike or just stare at me?” Both boys turned and looked at the bike. Bella knew that it was just the nuts on the back wheel that had come loose and would take minutes to fix but the boys would have to work that out. Mike was sat on the floor turning the pedals backwards so Bella walked up to him so that all he had to do was turn his head and her pussy would be right in front of him. Tom turned and saw her then turned back and continued turning the pedals. “You shaved your pussy Bella.” Tom said. “Bloody hell Tom, you’ve got to stop having these sherlock moments. I decided that I look better without hair down there, what do you think?” “You do,” Mike replied. “no hairs to get stuck between your teeth or in the back of your throat.” “How the fuck would you know that Mike? You’ve never eaten a pussy, I bet that you’ve never even seen one until the other day.” “No, but I’ve read it.” “Come on guys, get my bike fixed or do you want me to put my clothes on and fix it myself?” “No, no,” Tom said “I think I know what the problem is. When we’ve fixed it are you going to let us touch you Bella?” “You’ve touched me hundreds of times already, all those games that we used to play.” “You’re different now, you’ve got tits and a proper pussy.” “You’ve got tits, both of you, too much junk food.” Bella watched as Tom and Mike realised that the problem with the bike was just that the rear wheel nuts were loose and they turned it upside down and had it fixed in no time. “There you go Bella, all fixed.” Tom said, “are you going to test it?” “I’m not going for a ride down the street on it if that’s what you’re thinking.” “Just round your yard then.” Bella’s back yard was big enough to ride a bike in a small circle so she swung her leg over and did just that. As soon as she was sat on it she realised that something was different. She’d ridden her bike in a skirt and no knickers loads of times but this time was different, her clit seemed to be pressing more on the saddle and it was making her feel good. She rode in 4 circles before stopping and saying that it was okay. “So, do we get to feel your tits and pussy now?” Mike asked. “I suppose so.” Bella got off the bike, leant it against the fence and lay on the grass. She didn’t intend to open her legs but they just opened on their own. “Come on then, do your worst.” Bella said. Hands quickly went to Bella’s tit and pussy and in a very amateurish way her tits and pussy were mauled. “Fucking hell Bella,” Tom said, “have you pissed yourself, you’re all wet down there.” “No I haven’t. Didn’t you know that girls get wet when they get aroused?” “I guess that I do now.” Tom replied. “Your tits are a lot softer and warmer than mine are.” Mike said, “and your nipples are a lot bigger than mine.” “I’m a girl, my nipples need to be bigger to feed babies.” “You’re not pregnant are you Bella.” “No I am not, I’m still a virgin.” “Aren’t virgins supposed to have something blocking their hole, a hybrid or something?” Mike asked. “It’s called a hymen and I lost mine about a year ago.” “I thought that you said you are a virgin, who fucked you?” “I am. My hairbrush broke my hymen last summer.” “You fucked yourself with your hairbrush.” “Yes.” “Can I fuck you Bella?” Tom asked. “No, I don’t want to get pregnant.” “Ohh, keep doing that Tom, it’s nice. Ohh, ohh, oh fuck, I’m cumming.” And she did, her body jerking and spasming as she orgasmed over Tom’s hand. As the waves passed Bella looked at Mike and Tom. Both were frozen and Tom’s fingers were still inside her. “You can take your hand away now Tom. TOM.” “What, err, oh yes.” “Did you just cum?” Mike asked. “Yes I did.” “That was awesome, can you do it again please?” Mike asked. “It was Tom’s fingers that did it.” “Can I do that to you?” Mike asked. “Next time Mike.” “Promise?” “Yes Mike, now fuck off, my dad will be home soon.” Mike and Tom left and Bella just lay there on the grass for a few seconds thinking. “That was amazing, much better than with my fingers and it was so easy to get Mike and Tom to do it to me. I wonder if it will be that nice if other boys do that to me. Would daddy do it to me? Would daddy fuck me?” Bella heard a car in the street and quickly got up and ran inside. She looked out of the window and saw that it wasn’t her father. She relaxed and then got an idea. She ran upstairs into the bathroom and had a quick shower. Then she dried herself and wrapped the towel round her. Running downstairs she looked out the front and saw that her father’s old banger just pulling up. She dived onto the sofa and lay along it on her back. Then she spread her legs and opened the towel so that it looked like she had fallen asleep and the towel has come undone. She checked that her spread pussy and one of her tits was fully exposed then closed her eyes. Two minutes later she heard the door open then her father saying, “Fucking hell.” Then there was silence for what, to Bella, seemed like hours until finally her father said, “Bella, what’s for tea. BELLA, TEA.” Bella stirred and quietly replied, “Sausages and beans. Oh daddy, sorry, I had a shower, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” “That’s okay Bella, you’ve obviously had a tiring day, you just stay there, don’t move a muscle, I’ll put the tea on.” Bella just lay there with an expressionless face, one foot on the floor and the other against the back of the sofa, her open pussy on full display along with one of her tits. “Thanks daddy.” She replied moving an arm so that the towel fell off her other tit. Then she remembered that she’d shave her pussy that morning and that her father had seen her hairy pussy the evening before and that he was now seeing her bald pussy. She hoped that he liked it. Bella closed her eyes again and pretended to go back to sleep. There was silence again and then a few seconds later she could hear her father moving, then the sofa cushion under her foot moving. Then she felt air moving near her pussy. She really wanted to open her eyes to confirm that her father had put his head near her pussy but she daren’t open her eyes. Instead she sighed a little then moved her right hand to her pussy and the index finger to her little clit. She sighed again then slowly started rubbing then quietly moaning. Bella had still been turned on when Tom and Mike had left, and her arousal increased when she got onto the sofa and exposed her pussy for her father to see. And again when she felt him breathing on her pussy; and it only took a few rubs for her body to explode into one of the best orgasms that she had ever had. Bella managed to keep her eyes closed and sighed as the huge waves of pleasure receded, then she let her right hand slide off her body onto the sofa and just lay there, fully exposed and pretending to be asleep. After about 30 seconds Bella felt the sofa cushion move again and guessed that her father has seen enough and was getting up. She wondered if he’d get the tea ready, something that he hadn’t done for as long as Bella could remember. Determined to answer that question Bella just lay there and actually fell into a contented sleep. Bella woke to the sound of her father calling her name and her foot being shaken. “What, what time is it.” “Relax Bella, it’s still early, you don’t have to get dressed, your mother won’t be home for hours, your tea is ready.” At hearing ‘you don’t have to get dressed yet’, Bella looked down at her naked body, said, “shit,” and pulled the towel over her naked body. “Sorry daddy, I didn’t realise, have I been asleep for long?” “No Bella, and you don’t have to get dressed if you don’t want to, It isn’t if I haven’t seen you without any clothes on before. Did you hear me tell you that tea is ready?” “Oh, thank you daddy.” Bella got up, left the towel on the sofa and walked to the kitchen where she found that her father had cooked the tea. She sat and ate it thinking that flashing her naked body really did have some very nice benefits. After they’d eaten their tea Bella got up to do the washing up and as she was at the sink she could feel her father’s eyes looking at her bare butt. Deciding that she wanted to tease her father some more Bella dried the pots then bent over with straight knees to put the pots in the cupboards. When she was bent over she had a quick look between her legs and saw that her father was indeed watching her, and at that moment he would be seeing her pussy as well. Smiling to herself she got a tingling feeing in her pussy as she finished clearing up. When she was finished she turned and looked at her father who was still staring at her naked body. “All done.” Bella said. “Oh, err yes, thank you Bella. Have you got any homework?” “Not tonight.” “Then why don’t you go and relax on the sofa, you’re a good, hard working girl and you don’t want to wear yourself out.” Bella laughed to herself at the transparency of his remarks. She just knew that he wanted to stare at her body and the great thing was that she wanted to let him. If showing lots of skin and pleasuring herself in front of him meant that he’d do the household chore that she usually had to do then that was a price that she was more than willing to pay. “Hell,” she thought, “if he keeps doing the chores I’ll even let him fuck me, but I’ll have to get myself on the pill first.” Bella went back to the sofa and lay on it like she had before, but this time the towel was over the back of the sofa, not one square milemetre of her body was covered by it. She picked up the TV’s remote control and switched it on. When her father came into the lounge Bella said, “Do you want to sit on the end of the sofa daddy? I can bend my knees and get my legs out of the way.” “That would be nice Bella, thank you.” “It will be nice watching the TV for a change.” Bella brought her leg that was up on the back of the sofa down and bent it at the knee putting her heel close to her butt. Her other leg was already bent so there was enough room for her father to sit down, then all he had to do was turn his head and look down and he’d get an eyeful of her spread pussy. Bella turned her head to look at the TV. She wasn’t concentrating on the program, her brain was thinking about not having to cook any more meals or maybe no more washing-up. Her brain was also thinking about her pussy and her nipples. The tingling that had started in her pussy in the kitchen had spread to her nipples, and she could feel the moisture leaking out of her vagina. Bella wanted to masturbate for her father again but she didn’t want to be too obvious, so she started to concentrate on the TV. There was an action movie on and Bella liked those. After a while she realised that her body had stopped tingling, the damned movie was spoiling it for her. Thankfully for her, they had missed well over half of the movie and it soon ended. Next was a nature programme, not so interesting to Bella so she slowly moved her right hand to her pussy and her index finger slowly started moving round and round her clit. The inevitable happened, Bella got aroused then she just couldn’t stop herself. Just as the short program finished another orgasm exploded in her pussy. She didn’t try to control her body in any way and it shivered and jerked for a minute or so then started to relax. Bella turned her head from looking at the TV to looking at her father. He didn’t notice her head moving because his eyes were glued to her pussy that was still bubbling as her juices crept out. “Cup of tea daddy?” Bella asked. “I’d rather have a beer.” Bella started to get up to go to the kitchen but her father stopped her by saying, “No, don’t you move, I’ll go and get it, can I get you anything?” “A cola please daddy.” He father got up and went to the kitchen. When he returned with his beer and Bella’s cola, Bella sat up and sat with her legs crossed Indian style, reclining slightly so that her pussy was still visible to her father. They sat drinking and watching another rubbish program on the TV and at the first commercial break Bella got up told her father that she was going to bed and to say goodnight to her mother when she got back from work. She was sure that he was looking at her little butt as she left the room carrying the towel well away from her body. After using the bathroom Bella went and lay on her bed. She reflected on her day and was pleased with how it had gone. She went to sleep with her right hand on her pussy thinking of how, where, and with whom she could use her girly features to her advantage. ****** The next morning Bella woke with her hand still on her pussy. It was wet and she wondered if she had played with it in her sleep. After that thought Bella started thinking about the pill. She’d heard girls at school saying that they’d got it from their doctor and that some sort of oath that they took stopped them from telling their parents. Bella wasn’t particularly worried about that last part as it was only in the last couple of days that either of her parent had shown any interest in her. Bella decided to come home after school via the doctor’s surgery and ask about it there. She had a PE lesson that morning so Bella dug out her PE clothes and a towel. Stuffing them into the bag she looked at the shorts. “I need some new shorts.” She said to herself. “I guess that I’ll have to talk to mummy. No, wait, I’ll ask daddy, he’s being very helpful recently.” Bella completed her morning routine and left her house eating some toast. Tom was waiting at her gate and they collected Mike on the way. “Remember your PE kit guys?” Mike asked. Bella and Tom both said that they had but Bella added, “But I need some new shorts, my old ones must have shrunk, they feel like they are cutting me in half.” “I’d like to see that.” Tom said. “Thanks mate. No, I mean that they dig into my pussy and I’ve no knickers to protect me.” “You could start wearing knickers.” Mike suggested. “Don’t be silly.” Bella replied, “and to wear knickers you have to have some knickers.” “Why don’t you tell the teacher that you forgot your shorts and ask if you can look in the lost and found basked to see if there are any that would fit you?” Tom said, “That’s where I got mine from.” “Good idea mate, I’ll do that.” The first lesson of the day went okay ish, the highlight for Bella being that she’d managed to get a front row desk and half way through the lesson the male teacher stopped in mid-sentence and was silent for quite a few seconds before continuing with a bit of a red face and a bit of a bulge in his trousers. The cause being him seeing Bella’s pussy as she sat with her knees wide open. Bella smiled at him when he finally raised his eyes from the sight that obviously pleased him. At the start of the PE lesson Bella did what Tom suggested. She thought about stripping naked then going to ask the female teacher but she chickened out at the last moment. Bella asked and got the reply that she wanted so she went to the basket and rummaged through the basket. She was disappointed when she couldn’t find any suitable shorts but she did find a flowery tennis skirt that looked a nice, short length but the waist was too big. Bella thought that it must have belonged to a short, fat girl, but it had a drawstring so she’d be able to stop it falling down. She felt the thin. silky material and liked it so she decided to take it. Bella had always worn shorts for PE but a few of the girls wore skirts with horrible, thick cotton knickers underneath. Back at the changing benches she stripped and put her T shirt and the skirt on. Without tying the drawstring the skirt just managed to stay up and she giggle at the thought of her wearing it like that and a boy accidentally giving it a slight tug leaving her bottomless in front of him. As she tied the drawstring she decided to think about some opportunities where she could use that skirt to get things from boys.” Bella put her hand on her stomach and thought that the silky material felt nice against her skin. Then she smoothed her hand down the front and the back to check that it actually covered her butt and her pussy and was pleased that it only just did. She thought about tying the drawstring higher up her waist be decided against it. Then she thought about tying it much lower so that it was a ‘decent’ length but showing some of her butt crack and maybe even her slit at the top of the skirt. As she walked to the gym she could only just feel the skirt as the light material floated around her. “I could wear this skirt anytime, It will feel good going out and feeling like I’m bottomless.” Bella thought. The PE lesson got underway with Bella joining in everything just like she normally did. It was only when whatever they were doing involved bending or getting down on the floor or jumping up in the air that some of the other girls and the teacher saw that Bella wasn’t wearing any knickers under her skirt. It was nothing new to the other girls as just about all of them had discovered that she’s stopped wearing knickers some of, or most of the time a couple of years ago, and it was no longer a big deal for them. But the teacher was a different story. The woman was only in her mid twenties but she clearly thought that being knickerless wasn’t a good idea. She called Bella over to have a private word with her and asked her where her knickers were. Bella explained her family’s financial status and the teacher had no choice other than to accept. “Don’t I remember you wearing shorts last week?” “Yes Ms, but they’ve become too small for me and they got ripped at the end of last week.” Bella lied. “Have a look in the lost and found basked Bella, you’ll probably find some shorts in there that you can use.” “I tried that earlier Ms, all that I could find that would fit me were skirts.” “Hmm, well we’re all girls here so I guess that it doesn’t really matter but if we have any joint sports with the boys then I may have to keep you out of that session.” “I promise that I’ll be careful Ms.” “We’ll see. I’m sure that you don’t want any boys seeing something that they shouldn’t Bella.” “No Ms.” Bella lied. “Off you go Bella. Bella walked back to where she had been with a big grin on her face. The rest of the lesson went okay and most of the other girls saw her bare butt and pussy at least once but none of them were shocked or said anything as they’d all seen each other naked in the showers. The rest of the day was good for Bella. In one lesson she managed to get a seat at the front and again flashed her pussy to the youngish male teacher. Instead of looking shocked he started smiling and when Bella saw that she opened her knees wider and lay back in her chair. She stayed like that for the rest of the lesson and the teacher conducted most of the rest of the lesson in front of Bella. She’d half expected him to ask her to stay back after the lesson to say something to her but another girl went straight to him and started asking questions. The other lesson was boring and Bella spent most of the lesson with her right hand on her lap and her fingers toying with her clit. Bella met Tom and Mike on the way out and Tom immediately asked Bella, “Did you find some shorts for PE Bella, or did you have to do PE bottomless?” “I may as well have been bottomless, I didn’t find any shorts but I did find a little tennis skirt. It must have been lost by a fat 10 year old because it is so short, and it’s made of material so thin that I felt like I was bottomless.” “Wow,” Mike said, “So did anyone see your pussy and butt.” “Just about all the girls but they see that in the showers.” “What about your teacher?” “Yes she saw my pussy, and she had a quiet word with me. I explained everything and she just told me to be careful when we have a joint sports lesson with the boys.” “And are you going to be careful Bella?” Tom asked. “Why should I, it’s not my fault that my parents are always broke. Hey. Do you want to see my new skirt when we get home?” “Yeah.” Mike replied. “Well I’ve got to call in at the doctors on my way home but that shouldn’t take long. Then when you see my mother leaving come on over.” “What you going to the quacks for Bella?” Tom asked. “Just the pill to stop me getting pregnant when you fuck me.” “So you are going to let us fuck you.” “Of course, you’re my best mates, if I can’t let you fuck me who can I let? You can fuck me tonight if you’ve got a condom.” “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Tom said, “I found one that my dad had left laying around last week and I stupidly gave it back to him.” “Don’t worry Tom you’ll get lots of opportunities to fuck me, just be patient.” “Thanks Bella,” Tom said, “you’re a true mate.” “Okay guys; this is me, see you later.” ****** Inside the surgery Bella went up to the receptionist and told her that she wanted to see someone about going on the pill. The old woman gave her a disapproving look then took all Bella’s details. A couple of minutes later a nice sounding young nurse came out and called her name. In the private room the nurse asked Bella a few more questions mainly about her sex life and partners. Bella told the truth then the nurse said that she’d have to give Bella a quick examination just to check that everything was okay. She asked Bella to take her clothes off and get on the couch which Bella quickly did. “I see you prefer to not wear knickers Bella.” The nurse said. “Can’t afford any.” “That’s okay Bella it’s healthier that way but be careful, with skirts that short you may just attract some attention that you don’t want.” “Maybe I do want attention.” “That’s okay too. Now, do you know how to check your breasts for lumps?” “No.” “I’ll show you.” And she did, making Bella’s nipple go hard and a bit tingly. Then the nurse asked Bella to do the same. She did, tweaking her nipples before she started. “Well done Bella, now I need to gently press on a few places on your abdomen to see if it hurts anywhere.” She did and Bella felt no pain. “Now Bella, I need to look inside you to check that your cervix looks okay. You may find this embarrassing but it will only take a minute or so. Can you lift your legs up onto the stirrups please?” Bella did and got a nice, warm tingly feeling in her pussy, and it started getting wet. The nurse bent and had a close look all around Bella’s pussy then picked up a speculum. “Don’t worry Bella, your vagina will open wide enough for this to go in, it won’t hurt.” As it slid in the nurse said, “I see that your hymen is broken, do you know how that happened?” “It wasn’t a cock if that’s what you’re thinking.” “I wasn’t thinking anything Bella, just checking that everything is healthy. I’m not here to judge you Bella, just help you stay fit and healthy. Good, everything looks quite normal in there.” Bella felt the speculum being taken out. “Just one last check Bella, I need to check your clitoris to make sure that it functions correctly and that you aren’t doing it any harm when you masturbate.” The nurse spread Bella’s labia even further with the fingers of one of her hands then touched her clit with a finger from her other hand. As soon as the finger touched her clit Bella moaned and orgasmed. The nurse did a slow rub round Bella’s clitoris, which elongated her orgasm, then took both her hands away. She waited until she was confident that Bella could understand then said, “You’d be surprised how many girls orgasm when that check is done Bella, there’s no need to feel embarrassed or ashamed.” “I wasn’t, it was nice.” “Good, you’ll be pleased to hear they you are a normally healthy young lady, You may get dressed now.” By the time Bella had put her skirt and blouse on the nurse had written the prescription and was holding it out for Bella. “Read the instructions from start to finish Bella and if there’s anything that you need clarifying please phone me. If you’re quick you may just make it to the pharmacy next door before they close.” Bella was quick and 5 minutes later she was heading for home with a 3 month supply of the wanted pills.

Becca Takes Her Hands Off The Wheel by ratios Part 2: “You know,” Nicky said thoughtfully, “I’ve been telling Becca for years now that she could probably get someone to ask her out if she just put herself out there a little bit more.” To accentuate her words, she ran a finger slowly down from the vee formed by the top of my breasts over my shirt until she got to my belly and then pulled away. Part of me wished she had let her finger drift a little lower. Another part of me was disgusted with that first part. “Bex, what do you have on under this bulky top?” The top in question was one of my favorites; leaf green, long sleeved, a little large for me to hide my shape, and with some ribbony frills on the front and sleeves. Definitely not high fashion, but to me it felt fancy. “Uh, nothing.” Peering closer, Nicky grabbed one of my bra straps through my shirt and lifted it up a tiny bit to snap me with it, challenging, “Nothing?” “Oh, yeah, I mean nothing but my bra.” “Okay then, let’s see how into this you are if you lose a bit more clothing. I want your top.” I looked down at my shirt and was wondering if this was such a great idea when, in a singsong voice, Deeta chimed in, “Hell yeah! I want to seeee the C-eeees!” This outburst was enough to draw attention away from me as everyone turned to stare at Deeta. Now the focus of the group, she cringed a bit and asked, “What, dontcha get it? … See her C-cups?” The group just blinked at her. Monique snorted. Rolling her eyes, Deeta threw her hands up and muttered, “Jeez. Buncha Philistines up in here.” Shaking her head, Nicky said, “Ooookay then,” before turning back towards me, frozen in inaction. Canting her head to the side, she stated, “I’m waiting, girlfriend.” That was enough. Now stripping half of my outerwear was just another expectation to grit my teeth and fulfill, so I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and did my best to obey. As bulky as it was, the shirt was a bit of a struggle to get it up over my chest and head. While I was busy extracting myself from it, I heard Monique call out, “Nice nipple, Bex. Looks like a little pencil eraser sitting on a penny.” The group giggled at this again and I heaved the shirt the rest of the way over my head, tossing it over to Nicky, leaving my hair in frazzled disarray. Not caring about that any longer, I quickly adjusted my bra and stood primly, arms crossed across my chest which was now rosy with embarrassment. Nicky barely glanced at the shirt before she tossed it on Monique’s couch. Repeating her action from before, she smiled at me and ran her finger down the middle of my chest and the arms that now guarded it. “Still feeling your oats with this blanket obedience thing, Bex? I bet a lot of guys would ask you out if you went out like this more often.” I never intended to go out like this in the first place, let alone ever again, but that was irrelevant at this point. To the side, Monique had bent down to pick up my shirt and, out of the corner of my eye, I watched her go drop it down the laundry chute to follow my socks. I was rapidly losing clothing to wear home and I desperately wanted to touch myself about it. Bouncing over like an excited puppy, Deeta added, “Girls too! I know some ladies that would line up to pick up what you’re putting down.” Ladies too? I hadn’t ever dated a man or a woman and had never had much cause to consider which, if either I would prefer. Now I was half naked in a room full of women and all the attention was on me and the only reaction I could muster was to blush deeper and stare at the floor. Clicking her tongue with mock seriousness, Deeta admonished, “Bad news though, Bex. You were told to sit a certain way on the floor and now you’re standing up, and nobody told you to do that. That means you have to pay a forfeit for disobeying.” She then crossed her arms and gave me a faux patronizing nod. Pay a forfeit? That wasn’t the rules! Wait… Were there rules? I had no precedent for what was going on here so I had no grounds on which to raise a sensical objection. Instead, I did what I usually did and just stood there and let what was going to happen happen. “Time to pay the piper, Bex,” Deeta teased, approaching to stand just in front of me and resting her hands on my waist. Her face was now just inches from mine and I could feel the tips of her fabric covered breasts caressing my bra. That talk about ladies lining up… Was she going to kiss me?!? My breath caught in my throat and it felt like my heart had stopped beating. I didn’t know whether I wanted her to or not, but I did know that I wasn’t going to stop her either way. “Your forfeit for covering those sexy legs is… Losing your cover!” Sexy legs? I had never been called sexy before in my life… but it felt surprisingly good. My brief moment of inflated ego at the statement was diverted, however, when her hands began running around my waist with her thumbs tucked under the top of my skirt. I fully expected her to unzip my bottom covering and take it away from me, and I tensed my body to keep myself from fleeing if she did so, but the action she took instead confused me. Pushing the waistline inward, she rolled the wide top of the skirt in on itself, then did it again, and again. After ten or so turns, it looked like I was wearing a thick roll of fabric for a belt, but now my once conservative gray knit skirt had lost over half of its length! In its modified state, the hem only rested a few scant inches below my butt and I could feel tantalizing airflow directly on my thighs. It now looked like I was wearing a miniskirt, or at least the shortest skirt that I had ever worn in my life. There was no way my parents would have ever let me wear anything like this at home. Looking satisfied with my work, Deeta ran a hand up and down the exposed part of my right thigh for a moment, causing me to shiver at her touch, before giving me a smack up under the skirt directly on my panty covered butt. I gave another involuntary moan and Deeta and Monique giggled at this before Deeta gave her next order. “Now you’re looking like hot stuff, Bex. Why don’t you take this new ‘fit for a whirl? Do a lap around the room for us, and don’t forget to strut like you’re a model on a runway.” Arms still crossed over my chest, and worried about how prone my tiny new skirt might be to exposing me, I began to timidly walk to the edge of the room before Sasha called me back. “Becca, how are you feeling?” “Embarrassed… and a little cold, maybe.” Lifting the front of my skirt only a few inches, she made it painfully obvious just how easy it was for me to flash in my current state as she purposefully displayed the now soaked front of my underwear to the group. “But still aroused and excited, right?” Looking away from everyone, I quickly nodded my head. “So, you want to continue with this experiment?” I wondered if she phrased it that way on purpose, as more of an order than a question. Either way, it made it much easier for me to accept. “I guess, yeah…” With a rare display of emotion, Sasha patted me on the shoulder and praised me, “Good girl.” For some reason, the words hit me like a static discharge to my damp nethers and I found myself subtly shifting my hips back and forth to grind my thighs together in an attempt to better act on the feeling. “I’m sure the group will be happy to continue obliging your fantasies,” she added, making it seem like they were doing me a favor… And maybe they were? “But, since you agree that you’re having fun right now, let’s agree on a new rule. No more covering up or hiding, okay? If you’re going to embrace your nature, go ahead and embrace it. Do your best to enjoy the experience instead of constantly worrying. It will be better for you in the long run.” ‘Better for me’ how, I wondered, but I didn’t argue. My breath having gone ragged, I tentatively dropped my arms to my sides and faced the other women. Raising her phone, Sasha gave me a polite smile while I did my best to return and I heard several more clicks as she continued to document my shame. Never one to miss an opportunity, Monique bounded up with her own phone out and took a few photos as well before giving me a wink. Turning to Sasha, Monique asked, “If you’re thinking about using this data in a paper or something someday, would a recording of Bex giving her consent for you to use her like this be helpful?” Sasha considered this for a moment and replied, “Yes, that would probably be a good thing to have. Let me think on what that needs to look like and I’ll get back to you.” The thought of more permanent records of this gave me more tingles and it now felt like I had spilled a spoonful of olive oil between my thighs. When Monique and Sasha both backed off, Deeta shouted, “Get marching, soldier!” Focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, I resumed my task of circling the room for Deeta. “Walk sexier!,” she called out and I tried to figure out how to do so on the fly. After a few paces of some super exaggerated hip swaying and weird stepping, I must have gotten into the proper swing of things as the ladies started whistling and catcalling me. “Yeah, baby!” “Shake it, Bex!” “Hot stuff, coming through.” By the end of the first full round, something felt different. Nobody had told me to stop walking, so I started around again. I had had a strict, conservative upbringing and my parents hadn’t been big believers in positive reinforcement. Because of this, praise and compliments had been few and far between. The amount of good energy the ladies in the room were throwing at me felt like a drug being injected into my veins. Was I terrified at the amount of skin I was showing? Definitely. Did I want to stop? Just try and make me. I had never been skydiving, but I was pretty sure I was in the freefall phase. Fear getting on the plane, fear stepping out the door, nonsensical bliss on the way down, and an overwhelming feeling of “what the hell did I just do” afterwards. The compliments were almost enough to make me forget that I was prancing around barefoot, in just a bra and miniskirt. Everyone but Sasha now had their phones out and during my second lap they started to call out directions. “Stop and give us an over the shoulder look. That’s perfect, we should make you a Tinder profile with this pic.” Of course Nicky was still trying to play matchmaker for me. Deeta followed me for a bit, switching between direct, behind, and low angle shots. “Look sultry. Haha, not constipated, sultry. Like, pouty and sexy. Eh, close enough.” “Put your hands on the wall for a minute. Yeah, now stick your butt out and give us a little shake like when you were twerking. Perfect.” Crouched behind me, I was sure the view Monique was getting for this shot was borderline obscene, but I was walking on air and didn’t care. Everyone in the room was having a good time. Even Sasha seemed to be enjoying my impromptu modeling session. Suggestions were constantly being thrown at me. I did my best to accommodate, but so many things were being shouted that I could only hear half of them and only had time to do a few of the things they asked before someone else suggested another pose or look and everything previous was forgotten. I must have done ten rounds of the room before Deeta finally gave me a high five and a hug, signaling the end. “Damn, Bex. You’re sweaty. We should take you out back and hose you down!” Sweaty I was, but I hoped Deeta was joking about the hose. Strutting and posing was more effort than I had expected and, even scantily clad as I was, I was feeling the heat. The room had quieted down with Monique in the bathroom and Nicky and Deeta comparing pictures on the couch. I found myself standing alone watching two of my friends talk about how much of my body they could see in their pictures and videos. Talking about the way my boobs bounced or how they could see flashes up my skirt. That’s when the “what the hell did I just do” feeling started to creep in and I wanted the ground to swallow me up whole. It was at this point that Sasha called me over to the table where she was sitting and asked me to take a seat on one of the chairs there that had been turned outwards to face her. Grateful for the distraction from my sense of self-implosion, I did as she asked. “Here,” she stated, handing me a piece of paper with several lines of text on it in her neat handwriting, “Read through this a few times and then we can record it.” Looking at what she had written, I gulped and asked Sasha, “Uh, is it really necessary to say this for everybody? Doesn’t it really only need to be you if it’s for a paper or something?” “We’re all part of this experiment and anyone here might end up being eligible for co-authorship, even you. Besides, any of the photos, videos, or insights we’re gathering could turn into data points, so it’s best that we just include everything up front.” Nodding as if I understood and accepted it, even though I wasn’t sure about either, I gulped and read the paper a few more times until I was sure I had memorized the few lines on it. Eventually, I looked up from the paper and found Sasha still watching me. “Ready,” she asked, raising her phone and eyebrow in unison. No, I told myself. “Yes,” I told Sasha. Holding her thumb up, the light on her phone came on and I forced myself to start speaking. “My name is Rebecca Alice Hall. I am a nineteen year old first year student at Mackinaw University. I consent to Sasha Langley, Monique Bonnaire, Nicole Garret, and Padita Bandi taking photographic and video records of me and hereby release the rights for all generated content solely to their ownership to be used at their discretion. I also consent to-” I gulped here, “-to them giving me suggestions and orders that will likely lead to my embarrassment and subsequent sexual arousal with the full knowledge that any following of said commands on my part is entirely voluntary. I agree to do my best to answer all questions about these activities with forthrightness and honesty.” The camera light finally flicked off. “Good girl; thank you for that,” Sasha praised. Good girl. There was that term again. I felt wetness between my legs on the wooden chair beneath me and became suddenly afraid that my arousal juices would leave a stain on Monique’s living room furniture. Scooting my butt forward on the seat, I dragged the fabric of my skirt over the damp patch in an attempt to wipe up whatever fluids I had leaked. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be a telling wet stain on my only remaining outer garment. While this was happening, Monique came over and put a hand on my shoulder. “It’s official now, Bex: you’re the group’s guinea pig. Isn’t that exciting? Doncha just want to cream yourself at the thought?” Cream. Scream. If only she knew. Fiddling with her phone, Sasha looked up and I heard a chorus of buzzes and text tones around the room. “I have created a group for all of us on the University message boards and posted the video there. Please share any media you have collected with the group in this location going forward.” Grabbing my phone from my bag, I pulled up Sasha’s link, logging into the school message board to find a thumbnail of myself staring back at me. Clicking the play button, I heard my soft words coming from the tiny speakers and wondered how I had ever convinced myself to say them. Then, looking closer at the small video, I leaned in until my nose was almost touching the phone screen, staring at the tiny triangle of cotton peeking back at me. Rushed as the production had been, I had apparently just sat down as I normally did with my legs crossed. Normally, however, I wasn’t wearing a miniskirt that just barely covered my hips, much less my crotch. Staring back at me in all their glory as I promised to be an obedient little lab rat, my bright white unicorn panties teased me with their contrasting presence against the rest of the fairly dark video. The video that I didn’t own and had given up all rights to. The video that was now on the internet… I sat my phone down on my book and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to ease my anxiety, then another thought occurred that nearly gave me a heart attack. Was this message board group private? Could anybody else see it? The dozens of very important questions causing chaos in my brain were interrupted, however, when Nicky loudly asked, “Hey, weren’t we talking about going out to eat in half an hour? That was forty five minutes ago. I’m getting hangry.” “We were talking about walking to Duke’s, weren’t we?,” Deeta asked the group. “I’m still down for that plan.” A round of affirmations from everyone but me seemed to set the group in motion. Phones were tucked in pockets, purses were packed, and shoes were shod. Meanwhile, I was stuck standing around wondering when I was going to be given my clothes back. It wasn’t until the other four made their way towards the door and Deeta called back, “Bex, you coming?,” that I finally spoke up. “Umm, Monique? Can I have my shirt and socks back?” “Haha, silly… Nope! You gave those up of your own volition and they’re mine now,” Monique replied, looking smug. Nicky, my best friend, my protector, my confidant, was openly snickering at my predicament. “I saw this coming Becca. How did you not?” My mouth just flapped open and closed a few times as I considered this. Grabbing my hand, Deeta pulled me towards the door. “C’mon, girl. Your sweaty bod needs a nice cooldown and it’s a lovely evening out there. We’re going to a sports bar; it’s not like you’re going to be the least dressed one there anyway.” Looking down at my swelling cleavage and barely covered thighs, I wondered if she could possibly be correct about that. Nonetheless, I allowed myself to be led towards the great outdoors in less clothing than I had ever worn in public before, but still begged, “Can I at least get my purse and shoes?” Giggling, Monique chimed in, “Don’t worry, Bex. We’ll cover you.” Winking, she added, “For food, I mean. The rest of you, I wouldn’t count on it.” Monique was first out the door, followed by Sasha, and then Deeta and myself. Lagging behind, Nicky caught up a moment later and held up my driver’s license which she must have grabbed out of my bag. “In case they want ID,” she shrugged. Noticing that I didn’t have any pockets, she thought for a second and then slid the card into my right bra cup. Feeling the cold plastic against my skin, I realized that my nipples were harder than they had been in a long time and had to bite my lip. I usually rarely touched myself, but I was so pent up at that moment that I would have definitely made an exception, given the opportunity. Not for the first time that evening, I wondered to myself, “Where the hell is all of this coming from?” I wanted to crack my head open and examine it with a flashlight to find the crooked piece that was making me want this so that I could hammer it flat again. Recovering from my distraction, I saw that the group had started walking off down the sidewalk and had no choice except to hustle after them, my mind whirling at what a walk through the busiest part of our college town would be like dressed, or rather undressed as I was. Thinking about our destination, another thought struck me: I hoped that the bar we were going to didn’t have a “No shirt, no shoes, no service” policy, as I was fresh out of both. Morosely fighting the urge to cover myself, feeling like I was glowing redder than Rudolph’s nose, I followed my friends. Part 3: The pale tan concrete of the city sidewalk still felt warm on my bare feet thanks to it having sat absorbing the fall sun all day. Even though dusk was coming on quickly, it was still comfortable enough outside that I wasn’t cold yet, despite my limited clothing. Who knew what it would be like in an hour or three when we were walking back in the dark. There was no time to worry about the future, however, as I had to spend most of my time and attention focusing on where I was stepping. Without the luxury of shoes, I had to keep focus to make sure that my bare feet didn’t find any shards of broken glass, still burning cigarette butts, or discarded HIV infected needles that my overactive imagination pictured were lying just out of sight in all directions. The sidewalks were clean so far, however, and Nicky, walking ahead of me, had kindly given me advanced warning of the single obstacle we had run across so far: a small fallen branch sitting half on the path and half in the grass. We had been walking for several minutes now and the trip had been comparatively uneventful thus far to what I had been envisioning in my mind on the way out the door. There were no unruly crowds of citizens ready to burn me at the stake as a harlot, no tacking or tasering from police officers in a hurry to put a stop to my indecent exposure, and no ground opening to swallow me up whole. There were a lot of double takes from passers by, however, and my mind burned with the knowledge that a growing number of people near campus now had a firm mental image of what the swell of my breasts and the curve of my thighs looked like. I shivered at the thought. On the bright side, the walk meant that the ladies were giving me a bit of a break from throwing any new embarrassing orders my way. I was pretty sure I had Nicky to thank for that. After leaving the house, while I was still trying to wrap my head around being half dressed in public, there was some whispered conversation between the other women as I jogged to catch up with them. By the time I matched them, the group began to break up a bit on the sidewalk. Nicky and Monique were now walking a little ahead, talking about whether superhero movies were helping or hurting the movie industry. Deeta was bringing up the rear, face down on her phone, avoiding walking head first into telephone poles or parking meters supposedly due to luck or some hidden sixth sense. Sasha was a few steps in front of me, busy in her own head doing Sasha things. That left me in the middle, alone while surrounded by friends, trying to think clothed thoughts, and watching for sneaky rats that might try to nibble at my toes. It’s possible that my less than fully clothed state might have been making me paranoid. I didn’t have a lot of time for rational thinking, however, when there was another elephant in my brain’s processing room that was causing me to sweat in the cool evening air. With this in mind, I caught up to the woman in front of me to try to put my nerves at least a bit more to rest than they had been. “Sasha? Hey, I have a quick question… That message board thing you set up for, uh, pictures of me and stuff… That’s private, right?” “I believe so, yes. This is the first such group I have created, but there was an option to share when I built it and I declined to do so.” Giving a nervous laugh at Sasha’s not-quite-reassuring answer, I responded, “Oh. Good. If any of the pictures or videos of me got out there, that would be, like, really really embarrassing.” Still walking, she gave me an appraising look followed by a small smile. “Embarrassing… Yes, I imagine it would be, and we both know your complicated relationship with embarrassment.” We walked in silence for a few seconds while her face scrunched up like she was attempting to arrange her thoughts, then she looked at me curiously. “Let’s try another experiment. Picture in your mind, for a moment, a scenario. Some image or video of you in some state of undress or some compromising situation gets leaked. Perhaps a photo that was already taken today, perhaps something a bit more extreme; you with fewer clothes, doing something you don’t really want seen, begging on your knees or some such. What does that look like in your head? Who sees it and what do they say? More importantly, how do you feel about it?” Like putting a struck match to tinder, my brain suddenly lit up with scenarios I had never considered before. Getting back from dinner and finding out that Sasha had set up the board wrong and that the entire university had had access to the message board full of half dressed pictures of me for hours. Hundreds of comments and notifications of downloads. My image on the front page of amateur softcore sites. The smirks and comments of my fellow students over the rest of my college career. People laughing at me and lusting after me constantly. Waking up every day feeling more exposed than I ever had before. Everyone thinking I was a cheap slut. Slut. That was the first time I ever even come close to considering that word as applying to me, the nineteen year old virgin, never been kissed. My legs felt like they were going to give out but the scenes in my brain just started flashing past faster and faster, each more frightening than the last, each feeling like a worm tunneling deeper into my break to take up residence there. Being forced by peers to get naked in public places; “I had already gone part of the way,” they would say, “It’s only fair that I should go the rest.” Fire sale for Rebecca, everything 100% off. I could viscerally feel the imagined loss of static respect and the change in how people would look at me. Nudity was only the next step. After that, I would probably be told to streak on campus, make myself pretty for people to look at and then bend to their will, both figuratively and literally. Long sessions of being made to do the most awful and humiliating tasks before collapsing to the ground begging to touch myself after. My mind presented me with an out of body shot of me, naked on my knees, looking up at a crowd of laughing people as they shout suggestions, telling me to shake my chest and spread my- I didn’t even realize that I had stopped walking until Deeta crashed into my back, herself barely paying attention to anything other than her phone. I came out of my momentary trance almost hyperventilating, my whole body feeling like I was a battery carrying an electric charge with the sure knowledge that the right touch could have made me explode. My first instinct was to examine the ground around me for the burn marks left by the lightning bolt that had obviously just hit me… But there were no marks. There was no lightning. There was just my mind and my out of control imagination. A single drop of fluid was sliding down my left thigh, pausing almost teasingly at the swell of my knee. Was that… my arousal juice?!?! What the hell was wrong with me? I quickly pressed my legs together and did a quick shuffling motion in an attempt to wipe the damning drop away, but all I succeeded in doing was just causing a wet smear on the sides of both of my legs before my attention was once again distracted when I noticed Sasha standing a few paces forward regarding me with a coy smile on her lips. I could almost see her collecting and collating data in her mind about how I had reacted to her triggering question. She couldn’t know the specifics of what had gone on in my head but she had definitely seen me freeze up and almost fall over, and she had definitely seen me deal with the incriminating drip. As the world around me slowly came back into focus, my attention was once again torn away from Sasha when I realized that Deeta has been talking to my back for an unknown amount of time. I spun to face her and she was giving me a bit of side-eye. “Finally! I was wondering if there was anybody home in that head of yours, Lady Godiva.,” Deeta chided, reaching out to give my forehead a gentle knock with her knuckles. With half my attention still struggling to process the mental whirlwind that had just wreaked havoc on my brain, I stuttered out, “S-sorry… I got distracted for a sec.” From behind me, Sasha pointed out, “FYI, Lady Godiva rode fully nude. Becca here hasn’t gone that far, yet.” Yet. there was that word again. The images in my mind began to spin again and I shook my head in an attempt to clear them. Luckily, Deeta waved off the correction. “Let’s get to walking again. I’m hungry!” She began to walk past me and I turned to follow along with her, but then she glanced at my profile and I saw her do a double take that seemed right out of a cartoon. “Whoa, Bex. It’s not that dark out; you don’t need the high beams on, lol!” The confused look I gave her must have correctly communicated my lack of understanding, as she attempted to clarify. “You got a bad case of the pokies.” I was still distracted enough not to get it. “Visible peaks?” My confusion was still visible so this time she cleared her throat and spoke with comic slowness while pointing to my chest.. “Your hardened nipples are sticking out through your thin little bra.” Gasping, I looked down and saw that she was right. I hastily threw my arms up over my chest, looking cautiously up and down the street to ensure that nobody else had seen. When I returned my attention to Deeta and Sasha, however, I found them both looking at me expectantly before Sasha made an ‘arms uncrossing’ motion and I remembered our discussion from before we left the house. Steeling myself as best I could, I jerkily lowered my arms, my better judgment fighting against my tendency towards obedience and losing miserably. Balled fists held stiffly at my sides, I ignored Deeta’s excited clap of approval or Sasha’s thumbs up and turned to march stiffly down the street, clamoring to clear my thoughts and find some modicum of inner peace. Despite my efforts, the feeling of the wind causing goosebumps on my damp thighs and the feeling of my bra rubbing against my stiff nipples in time to my gait kept one thought front and center of my attention, no matter how hard I tried to push it down. I badly wanted to touch myself. The thought was so foreign, so unlike my normally conservative, reserved self. It wasn’t that I had never masturbated before, but those urges had always been something that I had only considered, much less acted upon, in secret and in solitude. To have such an urge dominating my attention as I walked down the street, surrounded by friends and in full view of strangers, felt… Unnatural. Inappropriate. ***** Exciting? All I knew was that I was hornier than I had ever been before in my life. Up the block, I was surprised to see Nicky and Monique heading back towards us. Had I slowed us down so much that they felt the need to come back and check on us? When we caught up to them, Monique, smiling ear to ear, made an announcement. “Bex, we’ve decided on your next order! Don’t worry, it’s definitely something that will keep your face red and your peach juicy.” This lewd description alone started having the described effect. “We’re only a couple of blocks from the front entrance of the uni and we thought this would be a perfect time for you to show some hashtag ‘school pride’. And, of course, pose for a few commemorative photos!” Quick to jump in and clarify her involvement in the decision, Nicky added, “Yeah, a bit of fun for you that, importantly, doesn’t require you to take off any more clothes.” Winking, Monique teased, “We’ll see about that,” and winked at me. Closely surrounded now by the group, walking in step around me in each cardinal direction, I felt a bit like a criminal being marched by the city guard towards the city center for punishment, and I could clearly hear my heart beating in noisy syncopation with my footsteps. A turn at the next corner and another half a minute of walking in relative silence brought us to the front driveway entrance for the university. A circular area of grass was inserted between the entry and exitways with the name of the school, ‘Mackinaw University’, in large letters, each about four feet high. Standing on the end was a statue of Big Mike, the school’s anthropomorphized tiger mascot, replete in his purple and gold jersey and shorts. The figure was posed standing straight with his arms wrapped forward in a circle, as if giving everyone passing a virtual hug. Since it was early Saturday evening, there was almost no traffic into or out of the uni at this time. Monique walked ahead of us and did a quick spin, arms out in the middle of the grassy area. “Isn’t this a great spot for some photographs? Wouldn’t you just love to roll around in this lush, green grass naked, Bex?” Shocked at the suggestion, I sputtered, “Uh, wha, huh?” Skipping over to me, she patted me on the head and cheerfully announced, “Just kidding… Though I bet we could get some super artsy nudes if you really wanted to strip down, I guess…” Using her patting hand she brushed down from the top of my head, down my nose and, flicking my lips. In a husky voice, she followed up, “So… Do you really want to?” The sheer intensity of her gaze and the weight of expectation she managed to put behind it and the seemingly voluntary choice she offered had my heart pounding and my fingers fumbling with the clasp of my skirt of their own accord when Nicky loudly announced, “You don’t have to strip, Becca. I’m sure your three remaining pieces of clothing won’t get in the way of you having a good time as is.” My moment of temptation passed, my hand left my skirt hem and I let out a breath I had apparently been holding. Some small part of me felt oddly disappointed by being let off the hook, but I pushed past it quickly. Rolling her eyes, Monique changed tactics. “Fine, have it your way. I have a great idea for some shots, anyway. Ladies, get your phones out. Becca, come over here to the start of the sign.” The other girls seemed content to let Monique lead for now as this had been her idea. She had me move over to stand by the large freestanding metal M at the beginning of the college name and, once everyone else was ready, she explained. “You’re going to go down the sign, letter by letter, and do your best to make the shape with your body. Later, we can edit them together and have a ‘Becca Does Mackinaw’ compilation!” “Won’t there need to be a lot more student bodies involved if we really want to do ‘Becca Does Mackinaw’?,” Deeta asked. “I mean, ‘Debbie Does Dallas’ is a classic and all, but this group isn’t staffed for that…” Scrunching her face, Nicky asked, “What is Debbie Does Dallas?” I had no idea what Deeta was talking about; Sasha and Monique looked confused as well. Looking between us incredulously, Deeta gave an exasperated sigh and asked, “Am I the only one with access to the internet or something? Meh, just forget it.” Obviously having Googled it on her phone, Sasha snorted with laughter and showed Nicky before Monique hustled over to see as well, leaving me standing awkwardly next to the big M. Covering her mouth due to laughter, Nicky teased, “Jeez, Deet, that porno is from the freaking seventies. My mom was only five when it came out. I bet the ladies in it had bigger bushes than that hedgerow over there.” “It’s a classic! Shut up!,” was Deeta’s only defense. Confused, Nicky responded, “It’s all about dudes banging some chick, too. I thought you were into girls…” “I like both just fine, thank you very much. I just learned quick that dudes are usually giant selfish asshats and ladies are more likely to give a shit if their partner cums or not. Pay disparities can fuck right off; I don’t want to receive seventy percent or less of the orgasms that men get!” “Amen to that,” Sasha agreed with a nod and Monique added, “Preach.” I thought to myself that I would gladly accept any non-zero percentage of any number of orgasms right now, but I didn’t share that with the group. A moment later, I realized what I had just thought and wondered how such ideas were now finding their way into my head with increasing regularity. Waving her phone around, Monique brought the focus back to me. “Enough bullshit, though. Let’s get back to business. Bex: it’s your time to shine. Hit us with your best M!” With the attention thrust suddenly entirely back on me, I floundered for how I should respond. Having never done any sort of cheerleading or gymnastics, I wasn’t particularly flexible and wasn’t quite sure how I should accomplish what had been commanded of me. In my head, I imagined all the ways I could make an M with my body and ended up settling for the most straightforward. Spreading my legs about two shoulder widths apart, I bent over in front of the M and put my hands on the ground with my arms together, so that my legs and my torso and arms formed the three downstrokes of the letter. Standing as I was, in an awkward forward bend, my hair fell directly in my face and I found myself half blind to the world around me. A fresh breeze from behind me subtly alerted me to the fact that, bending as I was, I had probably caused my skirt to ride up my butt, leaving my damp undies on full display for anyone standing behind me. Peering between my legs, I saw no cars or pedestrians approaching from the college and breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that this photo session passed quickly, and without any traffic. Since I hadn’t been told how long to hold the pose, I just gritted my teeth and waited for someone to tell me what to do next while the muted click of photos being taken filled the air. A moment later, I heard Monique call out, “Haha, that’s great! I figured you were just going to do the hands on head thing like from the YMCA dance, but what you’re doing is much better. Just hold like that for a second.” When nobody said anything in response to this statement, Deeta apparently took offense. “Hold up! I’m like ninety percent sure that YMCA by The Village People is from the seventies too. How come I get mocked when I reference old shit but Monique gets a free pass?” When Monique responded, I heard her voice coming closer and closer, eventually settling behind me. “Because my old shit is a popular dance song still played at weddings and parties, and your old shit is a pervy porno with mega-bush. Also, I can get away with things you can’t because I’m much more popular and prettier than you.” The two old friends continued exchanging friendly jabs back and forth, their calm frivolity posing a stark counterpoint to my body’s reaction to what Monique was now doing as she stood directly behind me. The rapid flurry of electronic clicks betrayed the fact that she was taking numerous pictures of my exposed underwear and stuck-out butt. The verbal jousting didn’t even stop when I saw her feet approach from between my legs and I suddenly felt the back of my skirt being slid further up my hips. Still standing with the others from the group, Deeta yelled to Monique, “Bitch, please; we have all the same friends. You have money, and everybody loves me, and those are the only reasons anyone puts up with you. Your parents’ cash is certainly the only reason I’ve hung out with you for the last decade.” All I could do was whimper as Monique grabbed the elastic band of my panties and drew it firmly up my backside, burying the back of my underwear in my buttcrack and causing the damp gusset to form a second skin against the folds of my sex! Stepping back again, she kneeled down behind me, catching my eye between my legs and giving me a wink before taking several more photos that included everything, including my shocked face. All I could do was blink at her and try to hold my position as it felt like all of the blood rushed from my nearly buckling legs towards my pulsing crotch. “Smile, Bex, your ass and crease are gonna look amazing in these pics,” she whispered to me, before continuing her repartee with Deeta, calling, “I’d rather have my money and self respect than your nose ring and reputation for putting out for anybody who buys you dinner.” It took several attempts for me to make my face form anything resembling a normal smile, but she apparently approved, giving me a thumbs up and snapping several more pictures before returning to join the group in front of me, stopping only briefly to pat my right buttcheek on her way past. That tiny gesture was enough to break my feeble hold on myself and I collapsed to my knees and elbows, sweaty and panting for air, nearly breathless for reasons that had nothing to do with the relatively simple pose I had just been in. There was no doubt that Monique knew what effect the very first set of pictures had had on me. Peering at the group through my hair, Sasha was giving me that appraising look again, as if she could look past my skin and read my soul, so I suspected she knew. Nicky was laughing at Monique and Deeta’s conversation and was likely ignorant of how hard my arousal had spiked in the last thirty seconds. Oblivious to anybody but her own mental state, Deeta just kept jibing at Monique. “I’ve slept with one person after the first date. You’ve slept with one person total in your life. You wish you were me.” “Yeah, whatever,” Monique answered. After a pause, she called back to me, “Hey, Bex. Next letter?” The rest of the group faced me again and pulled up their phones. There I was, kneeling on the ground, hair on my face, breasts hanging down and swinging with my labored breathing, barely covered by my thin bra, panting like a dog in heat. I did the quick mental math; the sign read "Mackinaw U", so I was only one down with eight to go and I already felt like I had just done a complete workout at the gym. An order was an order, however. It was a struggle to stand, but I moved to the next letter and prepared to pose again.